don't call me singer

Chapter 1 I Don't Want to Be a Musician

"Ding Dong, congratulations on becoming the host candidate of the 'Great Musician System', click OK, you can bind with the 'Great Musician System', start the 'Great Musician Training Course', and become the strongest music in human history. Family……"

In the corner of the library of Dongyuan University, a "ding dong" sounded, and a huge dialog box appeared on Gu Xiaobai's mobile phone.

Gu Xiaobai glanced at it, and then lowered his head to do the question again. On the clean white paper, he wrote a series of physical formulas.

"Ding Dong, do you want to become a pop singer? Do you have endless wealth, great prestige and incomparable appeal, click OK, and bind with the 'Big Musician System'..."

"Ding Dong, do you want to become a master composer? Do you want your works to inspire countless people every day? Click OK, and the 'Big Musician System' will help your dreams come true..."

"Ding Dong, do you want to become a master of performance? Music has unparalleled power, it can soothe pain, soothe people's hearts, and it can also stir up anger and change the world; hold the power of music in your hands and become the uncrowned king of the world! The musician system 'binds...'

The sound of ding dong ding dong kept ringing, and the prompts popped up one by one, but they were all ignored by Gu Xiaobai.

But the continuous beeping sound obviously disturbed other people, and several students next to them looked disgusted and dissatisfied.

Gu Xiaobai is also a little helpless, what kind of garbage advertisement, how can it be played endlessly?Is the phone poisoned?

Even if it's advertising, it's a bit creative. Who would believe this kind of advertising?

He picked up the phone, and another four words popped up on the screen dialog box: "Put on your headphones."

Gu Xiaobai hesitated for a moment and plugged the earphones.

Soft but wonderful music came from the headphones, and Gu Xiaobai found that a dialog box slowly emerged in his field of vision.

"Do you believe me now?"

The dialog box floats in the air, showing a translucent shape, like a stream of water and light smoke, constantly fluctuating.

Gu Xiaobai was stunned.

If before, he thought it was a prank, but now this scene is completely beyond his imagination.

What kind of technology is this that can make people have such a realistic illusion?Gu Xiaobai has never seen or seen such a technology in any literature.

He stretched out his hand and swiped across the dialog box in front of him, but he didn't touch anything. His fingers seemed to pass through the smoke and dust.

"Could it be..." Gu Xiaobai took off his headphones, and the dialog box in front of him slowly dissipated.

He put on the earphones again, and when he heard the soft music, the dialog box appeared again.

Just the text has changed:

"Is it tied to the 'Big Musician System'?"

It can be seen that this so-called "big musician system" is very confident.

He had already proved his truth, and he didn't think Gu Xiaobai could refuse.

Wealth, power, prestige, power...and most importantly—

Shortcuts to success.

No one can resist this temptation.

Gu Xiaobai thought for three seconds, then reached out and clicked Cancel.

The dialog box disappeared, and the music in the ear suddenly shifted and became sharp and dissonant, as if someone was a little crazy.

After a few seconds, another dialog box appeared: "Why?"

"Because I want to be a physicist, can you make me a great physicist?"

"No."

"Goodbye then."

Gu Xiaobai took off his headphones, and the dialog box in front of him disappeared.

Everything it describes is really beautiful and attractive, but everyone has their own aspirations. If you want to trap lions, you shouldn't throw a bamboo shoot in the trap, then you can only catch pandas.

Since he was a child, after reading a story about a scientist, Gu Xiaobai aspired to become a great physicist. From an ignorant child, he became the number one in his class, a scholar in a small town, and then beat hundreds of Tens of thousands of competitors of the same age entered the Department of Physics of Dongyuan University.

In Gu Xiaobai's mind, physics is the ultimate law of the universe and the foundation of everything. As for music... what is that?Can you eat?
From childhood to adulthood, Gu Xiaobai could sing no more than three popular songs. The only time he went to KTV was when the university just started. The first time the classmates met, Xiaobai sang half a song and was forcibly robbed by the classmates. microphone.

Otherwise, half of his classmates are now dead.

Gu Xiaobai didn't care. He knew that he didn't have too many resources and good conditions like other peers. All he could do was to devote all his energy to study.

For him, music is completely dispensable. He has no interest, let alone wasting energy. Whether it is a singer, a master composer, or a master performer, it is completely unattractive to him.

I am a man who wants to be a great scientist.

Gu Xiaobai lowered his head and continued to brush the questions.

The exam season is approaching, time is precious, and if you want to achieve your goals, you still need a lot of brushing questions.

After all, success never comes easily, and his road is long and difficult.

The sound of brushing reverberates on the paper, and lines of neat formulas spread out.

At this time, Gu Xiaobai's eyes were sparkling, shining like two stars.

After completing another question, Gu Xiaobai reluctantly popped up a sentence on his phone: "Being a great musician will not affect your ability to become a physicist, it will even help you."

Gu Xiaobai still chose to refuse.

"Success comes from giving it your all. Great physicists basically do things before they turn 30. I still have 14 years left, which is 122 hours, minus the time for rest and exercise, and still 640 hours left, how much time do you need from me? 71540 hours? Sorry, that's one-seventh of my life."

The phone was silent, and after a while, a blood-red dialog box popped up.

"The host refuses to bind. In order to protect the security of the system itself, the host is about to be obliterated, and the countdown to obliteration: 10, 9, 8..."

The huge numbers scrolled on the screen, and every time they scrolled, they vibrated violently, which was shocking.

Gu Xiaobai tilted his head and glanced, shook his head, and continued to do the question.

"3, 2, 1..."

The huge 0 stopped on the screen.

"Why aren't you afraid?"

Isn't this trick a hundred trials and a hundred spirits?

How many good sons, all under this trick, obediently enter the house.

"Please, you can't even force me to be your host, and you still want to obliterate me?" Big brother, you have to be logical when joking.

"Are you that sure?"

"If my inference is correct, you just used the 'synesthesia' of the human nervous system, and through the stimulation of sound, I can see images that do not exist. Although I don't know the specific implementation process, the film was invented at the beginning. It's considered magic, but now it's just commonplace. The technology is good, go apply for a patent, and scare people with no future."

The phone is really gone.

Why is other people's system mixed up so well, but it is despised and resisted?What am I doing wrong?
After a while, it popped up another dialog: "What's so good about being a physicist?"

It doesn't understand, there is obviously another shortcut in front of Gu Xiaobai, why doesn't he take it?
"Because physics can explain everything, even you." Gu Xiaobai lowered his head again and continued to answer the questions.

The phone went silent and never rang again.

Gu Xiaobai continued to brush the questions.

At the bottom of the mobile phone, information is flowing:
"Try to bind the host again, the binding fails, the host's willpower is indestructible, unable to break through, and start a roundabout strategy."

"Search, physics..."

"Search, physicist..."

"Search, Newton..."

"Search, Einstein..."

"Search, Maxwell..."

"New strategy calculation..."

"The new strategy has been formulated."

(End of this chapter)