Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 78 Electronic Keyboard [Read on Tuesday]

After one hour.

"Huh...huh...I...I can't do it anymore..."

In the music practice room, Xia Fan's hoarse voice was filled with fatigue.

"No, this level is not enough...try again..."

But Horie Tsubasa's tone was still unsatisfied.

"I've tried all the songs you prepared, and I really don't have the ability to sing them all. I can't sing them all..."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the house. Xia Fan lay on the table, looking at the music scores scattered on the ground. The light in his eyes had long faded.

Not long ago, under the personal guidance of Horie Tsubasa, he sang all the "alternative competition songs" one by one, but there was not a single one that he could perform easily.

Outside the corridor, there was a crackling sound of footsteps.

"I am so exhausted from preparing for the competition. I am so hungry from singing."

"After dinner, are you still coming to practice?"

"Forget it. Haven't you heard the strange stories about the 'Practice Building'? It is said that even though there is no one in the building at night, you can always hear the sound of various musical instruments being played, so no one will stay here to practice at night..."

"Really? Forget it then."

The students who had finished practicing began to leave in groups of three or four, carrying their instruments.

"Did you hear that? If you stay any longer, things might get bad."

Xia Fan raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender to Horie Tsubasa.

"Hmph, I'll let you go today."

Horie Tsubasa's face turned slightly red and he licked his lips with dissatisfaction.

"It seems that it is more difficult than I expected to learn it quickly within a week. I have to think of some tricks."

"If we increase the chorus and my solo parts, and reduce Xia Jun's solo..."

After putting on her glasses, she returned to her gentle, calm and serious appearance and began to think deeply.

……

By the time the two of them packed up their things and stood at the door of the practical teaching building, it was already dark.

"That's all for today. I'll go back and think about how to improve my singing skills."

"Well, I believe that classmate Xia Fan will not watch me confess to that golden-haired guy in public and be ruthlessly rejected, right?"

"Then don't treat yourself as a bet from the beginning."

Looking at Horie Tsubasa's gentle and pitiful appearance, Xia Fan suppressed the complaints in his heart and waved goodbye to her helplessly.

"I'm so hungry. The cafeteria should still be open."

After watching Horie Tsubasa leave, Xia Fan stretched, stepped onto the path behind the practical teaching building, and walked towards the cafeteria.

"By the way, that weird story that the students mentioned before was probably made up by some students to 'prevent internal competition'."

While walking on the road, he looked up at the practical teaching building and found that the windows and corridors of the entire building were dark, and it seemed that there were really no students practicing here all night.

"Dongda, Dongda..."

The sound of low drum beats suddenly came from the teaching building.

Then, there were the sounds of cold piano, deep bass and melodious guitar, as if a band was rehearsing.

"I must be overthinking it. Maybe there are other students practicing?"

After taking a quick glance at the dark teaching building, Xia Fan wrapped his coat tightly around him and prepared to leave quickly.

"Ok?"

However, he suddenly noticed that a faint black gas was floating out from the corridor outside a room on the third floor.

"Although it's very faint, it's definitely foul... The timing also fits the rules of 'Occult Time'..." "In other words, that strange story isn't groundless?!"

Xia Fan carefully identified the faint foul smell under the moonlight, his expression somewhat conflicted.

According to Onmyoji legend, Omochi is a unique period of time at dusk, dawn, and midnight when humans and ghosts coexist.

It is dusk now, which is the "time of external demons", so it is normal for some supernatural beings to come out and move around.

"Judging from the quantity and concentration, it shouldn't be a terrifying existence like the Wild God."

"Just think of it as purifying the learning environment for the students. Let's go and take a look. If necessary, report it to Lesson 9 for intervention..."

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Fan returned to the practical teaching building through the side door of the corridor.

As a person possessed by an evil spirit, he has no need to be afraid of these "campus ghost stories".

Walking cautiously in the deserted, gloomy and dark practical teaching building, Xia Fan followed the intermittent music.

"There's no movement. So, did you notice my arrival?"

The moment I stepped onto the third floor, the music suddenly stopped.

"Looking at the location of the foul air, it should be in this room."

Xia Fan continued along the corridor and came to a room at the end.

"Is this room being used as a warehouse?"

Xia Fan pulled open the dark door with force, and what appeared before his eyes along with a damp smell were musical instruments piled up in a mess.

“This is simply a graveyard for musical instruments.”

"Could it be that there are evil spirits operating these instruments? However, in this state, they should not be able to produce normal sounds."

Covering his nose, Xia Fan used his mobile phone to illuminate and carefully observed the situation in the room.

Guitar, drums, keyboard, saxophone, trumpet, shamisen, biwa...

These various musical instruments, which were once used for teaching or practice, were eventually abandoned in this small room due to excessive wear and tear and were beyond repair.

"Found it, foul air!"

A wisp of faint black smoke quietly floated out from the depths of the pile of musical instruments.

Xia Fan rolled up his sleeves and moved the musical instruments that were blocking the outside.

"Got you."

A worn-out electronic keyboard lay quietly deep in the pile of musical instruments.

"From the looks of it, this electronic keyboard is probably a model from at least 20 years ago."

Xia Fan carefully observed the old-fashioned and severely damaged electronic keyboard in front of him.

The electronic keyboard, also known as the electronic organ, was born in the 1950s. It is an electronic musical instrument with a wide range of tones, rich chorus, and freely adjustable volume.

Different from traditional musical instruments and electro-acoustic instruments, the electronic keyboard is a new-age musical instrument that uses large-scale integrated circuits and is equipped with sound memory storage. It can imitate the timbre of a variety of musical instruments and arbitrarily match percussion beats to produce sounds that conventional instruments cannot produce. It can also be equipped with reverberation, echo, sustain, vibrato wheel, modulation wheel and other effect devices. A single machine can produce the effect of an entire orchestra.

"It didn't attack me actively, and no other supernatural phenomena occurred. Is this thing afraid of me?"

Xia Fan observed silently for a while and confirmed that this electronic keyboard had no abnormalities except for the imperceptible foul smell that occasionally emanated from between the yellowed black and white keys, and it did not make any strange sounds.

"Logically, if there's no power, the battery would have died a long time ago, so there shouldn't be any sound, right?"

"No, it's a 'supernatural phenomenon', how can we explain it rationally..."

Xia Fan hesitated for a moment, then tentatively pressed his hands lightly on the black and white keys.

As he expected, no sound was made.

"Wait, this feels like..."

The next second, a faint consciousness flowed into Xia Fan's mind from the piano keys through his fingertips.

It's Tuesday again, let's start reading, young man!
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(End of this chapter)