Reborn I don't need a heroine

Pei Ningle stood in front of the gate of the Imperial Capital West Railway Station, like a small helpless rock among the people coming and going.

This girl who loved music since she was a child finally had a complete falling out with her family after failing the college entrance examination. She didn't want to go to a pheasant university or college to spend four years of ordinary life. She took the lucky money she had accumulated over the years and went straight to the imperial capital, becoming a young North drifter.

However, in less than a month in the imperial capital, the girl quickly realized the coldness and cruelty of reality. She found that although she was confident in her singing voice and talent, others would never give her a chance to show herself. What kind of music dream is too extravagant to be put on the resident singer of the bar. There is no inspiration for brewing in the rented basement, and the girl can only quickly see what reality is.

Moreover, there is really no sense of security in a position like a resident singer in a bar. The salary can change at any time, there is no guarantee at all, the working environment is a small bar late at night, and I have to deal with the malicious eyes of some men. To make matters worse, the bar manager always hinted that she "could dress cooler", which made Pei Ningle, who was breaking into the society for the first time, feel like she was about to collapse.

Recently, the new semester is about to start again. Watching peers of the same age full of vigor walk into the various campuses, full of longing for the future, it is even more...

But luckily, there are times when pie falls from the sky.

She posted quite a few original songs on the Internet. Although she was not very popular, she just caught the attention of an independent music producer. After chatting for a while, this unknown but professional producer sent out an invitation, hoping that the girl could join his music studio in Rongdu.

The timing of this invitation was fantastic. A few hours later, her mother called, urging her to go home. If there were no pies that fell from the sky, Pei Ningle felt that he would have to obediently go back and be trained...

But at this moment, standing among the crowd, she couldn't help but doubt whether her choice was right or wrong.

"Rongdu..." The girl stared at the train ticket in her hand, feeling a little uneasy. She has never been to this place, and she has almost no idea about it except for the special business cards such as hot pot and snacks.

Before you know it, the departure time is getting closer. Finally, Pei Ningle came back to his senses, and hurried into the train station dragging his suitcase.

Almost at the last boarding time, she rushed into the carriage and found her own bed.

Because Song Ge from the studio promised to reimburse the travel expenses, Pei Ningle bought a sleeper ticket, and it was a luxurious soft sleeper, almost using up the last bargaining chip. In other words, if something goes wrong when she arrives in Rong, such as losing contact with Brother Song or discovering that it is a scam, she won't even be able to afford a hotel. The tens of dollars in her pocket are enough for her to buy some drinks and instant noodles on the train...

Sitting on his own lower berth, Pei Ningle simply put the suitcase on the bed. The girl's figure was already petite, and she was dissatisfied with lying down all over. The suitcase stood on its side, and it didn't take up too much space on the bed, which was just enough for her.

Then Pei Ningle took out the pen and notebook from his backpack, and began to write numbered notation.

The first step in her songwriting has always been composing. The premise of composing music is to find a certain emotion, a certain feeling.

Looking around, and looking out the window at the gradually receding suburban scene, the girl wrote down the word "Lost".

She hummed softly.

Although Pei Ningle's science grades are quite bad, of course there will be no problem with his junior high school physics knowledge. She understood that sound comes from the vibration of the air, and the pitch of the pitch depends on the frequency of the vibration.

Therefore, in theory, every sound heard by the ear can be divided into high and low pitches. It's just that the human ear is not a machine, so it's too difficult to directly distinguish between Doremi's trembling and what octave it is.

But Pei Ningle can do it, which is the so-called absolute pitch.

In the soft sleeper compartment of this train, each compartment has four beds. In the room Pei Ningle was in, one bed was empty, and the passengers on the other two beds had already taken their seats.

A gray-haired middle-aged man in a suit and a well-dressed middle-aged woman. Compared with these two, Pei Ningle, who was dressed in simple sportswear, looked a little out of place. But the girl didn't pay attention to these, she was only obsessed with her own creation, humming softly from time to time, picking the most satisfying fragments from countless unsatisfactory melodies.

Some strangers on the train can talk about mountains, while others are always silent strangers. The three people in this carriage are obviously the latter. However, the two middle-aged men occasionally looked at the girl with a little curiosity.

Before you know it, the sun sets to the west, getting closer and closer to the horizon.

Pei Ningle's stomach protested, but she ignored it. The two passengers in the same compartment had lunch and dinner, but the girl only drank a few sips of mineral water and didn't eat anything else...

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Wang Heng has been a little uneasy recently.

After the freshmen registered, the admission procedures were completed, the tuition and accommodation fees were paid, and the campus card was completed... He was already familiar with these procedures. Such freshness.

And what bothered him even more was another question.

Time and space administrator, lost contact.

Before coming to Rongdu, as long as Wang Heng spoke to the screen of any electronic product, he could get a response from the space-time administrator. He even experimented with the washing machine on purpose, and then saw a Chinese character that should never appear on the small screen of his own washing machine—[Roll].

But since arriving in Rongdu, the space-time administrator seems to have disappeared. No matter what he said, he couldn't get any response, and it was useless to call that guy a waste in front of the computer.

This made Wang Heng feel a little flustered.

Now there is not even a reminder, if another girl who stabbed the knife is about to appear, but he can't even see a reminder, wouldn't it be bad?

"It's like forcing a heart patient to play Silent Hill..."

Standing on the balcony of the dormitory, looking at the vibrant campus below, Wang Heng sighed.

However, at this moment, he heard a slightly sharp voice:

"Sorry, you have to continue playing Silent Hill, and you only have one life, no save."

Wang Heng was taken aback, and followed the sound, but he didn't see anyone, only a hamster squatting by the sink and staring at him!

Sure enough, it was the hamster who spoke. Facing Wang Heng's gaze, it said again: "It's been a while since I saw you, you seem to miss me so much..."

"Are you that administrator?" Wang Heng asked tentatively.

The hamster patted his small chest: "Be respectful and remove 'that'. The one in front of you is the only space-time manager of this plane."

Wang Heng: "..."

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I saw the book friend's message in the background, but... it's not convenient to reply, sorry. But everyone's kindness and support, Ben Xianyu appreciates it, thank you very much.