Transformation into an Electronic Musician

In a relatively clean and tidy room, the morning sun poured down through the window, bringing the first trace of warmth to the morning.

By the bedside, there was a beautiful figure, delicate and slender looking, as if she was only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was in a daze in the mirror along the sun.

"This is me?"

Tang Miaoyi looked at the weak shadow in the mirror, leaving only confusion in her eyes.

At this time, the face in the mirror is pink and jade-cut, the facial features are exquisite and delicate, the smooth and elegant long hair is left hanging to the waist so that a pure white nightdress sets off a pure and flawless temperament. A pair of slender white jade legs are enough to be called the leg play series.

Everything is amazing and perfect and perhaps the only drawback is that the chest is so flat.

"What the hell? Did I change?"

The word 'transformation' flashed in Tang Miaoyi's head for the first time.

As a standard young man in the new era in her previous life, she was washed away by a lot of strange information. She read a lot of online novels such as Transformation and even enjoyed reading them.

But no matter what, she never thought that this kind of thing would happen to her one day.

Why is there such a thing?

A day ago, she was a guy. As one of the earth's electric music critics, commonly known as the king of mouth, he worked hard to live and spend money to pay Credit bills. But overnight, when he opened his eyes again, everything changed.

"This is bullshit, sigh." Tang Miaoyi's thousands of words can only turn into a helpless sigh in the end, and her face is full of entanglement.

He, now she can only accept the reality, otherwise, even if it can't be accepted, it can't be changed back. It has become a general fact that the little brother is gone.

Tang Miaoyi felt that since it could not be changed and there was no spare time to worry about gains and losses, it was better to carefully consider how to recuperate when her aunt came.

It's just when Tang Miaoyi involuntarily moved her hands to her small chest, she still blushed, and her heartbeat inadvertently speedup.

"This is my body now, it's cute though, cute enough to explode." After swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Tang Miaoyi inadvertently moved her hand and was short of breath. At this moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of poisoning oneself.

Although it's my poison.

"No, no, this is my body!!" Tang Miaoyi moved her hands away in a panic and took a deep breath. She finally understood the meaning of 'three years without losing money, death penalty blood earned'.

She decided not to think too much. Looking at the wall clock in the room, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. She finally left the mirror and came to the desk. She pressed the power-on button in front of a laptop.

The most urgent thing now is to have a good understanding of what's going on, because although she has accepted some sporadic memories of the girl, she is still very limited in general. She is limited to knowing her situation and knows nothing about her environment.

All she knew was that she was now a senior high school student, and the current house was left by her father. As early as two years ago, her father died in an accident. Her mother remarried to another city a year ago and had a new family.

Therefore, Tang Miaoyi has always lived alone, and there are only some exchanges with her mother when paying the living expenses every month.

Wait a minute, cost of living!

Thinking of living expenses, Tang Miaoyi silently took out her mobile phone to see the date. After seeing the big September 15, she opened the V-mail wallet, Yu'ebao, and took the bank in her palm.

She checked the balance, and there is more than two thousand three hundred and sixty yuan left in total.

The expression on her face was suddenly stunned, she only had more than two thousand yuan?

Although her living expenses are still considerable for a high school student, the problem is that strictly speaking, she can't be regarded as a real student herself!!

This money is unacceptable for Tang Miaoyi, who has stepped out of society and is engaged in higher-paying jobs, now she has to find something to do when she travels through time. Though it is not her personality to be salty all the time but this is frustrating, to say the least.

Putting down the mobile phone, she looked at the computer that had been turned on. Putting aside everything else, let's learn what the world is like first. First, find some music to listen to and relax, to soothe the loss of her little brother.

As the old saying goes, nothing can't be solved by an electronic sound. If there is, it's to find dirt!

For a professional music critic like her, the greatest pleasure is to find an electronic sound and then make a big comment after listening to it.

However, an hour and a half later.

thump

"Enough, what kind of thrash is this!"

After watching it for more than an hour, Tang Miaoyi finally couldn't stand it and fiercely hit the desk and made a crisp impact sound.

Within an hour and a half, she simply experienced a mudslide baptism and came into contact with a lot of things that left her confused.

First of all, China has become one of the world's largest power today, even slightly worse than the American imperialists.

Then came the second point, which was also the reason why she hit the desk so angrily.

There is no doubt that Tang Miaoyi likes to listen to electronic music, and she will listen to any style of music.

However, when she looked carefully, she found that there seemed to be something wrong with electronic music in the world.

Because China in this world is developing too fast and the entertainment industry chain is changing too fast, there are already many entertainment methods that people can choose from in the early stage, which is a big era.

Unlike the electronic sound in her previous life, which is mainstream abroad and the minority at home, the electronic sound in this world is also the mainstream at home.

However, even if it develops well, once the overall style is compared with the electronic music of the previous life, there are too many differences. Tang Miaoyi especially found a few songs to listen to, none of which are familiar styles.

Although she was also able to listen to it, which was not unbearable, suddenly, she still felt that there should be something missing.

It seems too... a little traditional?

Yes, it's tradition!

Tang Miaoyi directly opened an electronic single called Firefly Love, listened carefully, and frowned.

To be honest, if she hadn't known it in advance, she would think she was listening to traditional pop music.

Electronic music is called electronic music because it is made by pure electronic technology and is famous for its sense of technology and a strong sense of the future.

But in this song Firefly Love, she didn't hear these elements.

If so, then a problem arises.

Compared with traditional music, she loves the novel and refreshing form of electronic music, otherwise, she would not have engaged in related careers.

"Why don't I post a post and ask how to commit suicide without pain and see if I can go back?" Tang Miaoyi started to frown.

Originally, before she crossed, there were several new orders from bosses who were looking forward to his comments. The electronic sound is her spiritual food. Forget it if she loses her little brother, now she can't even listen to her favorite electronic sounds??

However, the idea of suicide is just a joke. Let alone fear of death and pain, first of all, this body was taken over by myself. How can I abuse it?

Therefore, if you really can't find a point to express your emotions, do something about it. Tang Miaoyi is ready to move due to occupational disease. She found all the singles she had just heard and knocked down a few music reviews.

[On Firefly Love, the generality between the name and style definition, the initial setting of the Drop part...]

[Question whether to pay attention to the unauthorized use of the bottom drum and the variability of structure...]

The biggest difference between music critics and bartenders is that one: is that it is cool to simply pick holes, and the other is to analyze a piece of music from the most fundamental angle. They not only say bad words but also say good words.

This kind of creature just thinks that his keyboard is inlaid with gold and diamonds. Once he picks it out, the music reviewer really has real materials.

For Tang Miaoyi, since she decided to evaluate, she must also be discussed by others, not to mention that kind of hot order with huge traffic.

Soon, many fans of Firefly Love replied below.

"Get out of here if you don't want to listen. Have you listened to it? Why did you talk so much about BB?"

"This comment is a little too much. That's the boss's work. Why don't I see you make your own work."

"Everyone should be rational. To be honest, I think what the thread starter said makes sense."

"It makes sense. I like to see another king with a strong mouth."

Tang Miaoyi: "..."

Familiar scenes, familiar words, it seems that human beings in any world are the same.

"Who says that the king with a strong mouth only has a strong mouth?" Tang Miaoyi stared at the computer screen strangely and raised her eyebrows gently.

Tang Miaoyi has long been ready to be criticized by writing a lot of music reviews in the home comment area full of fans.

Looking at these comments on 'you do it', she also vaguely had an idea of whether it is reliable or not.

Maybe I can make my own electronic sound?

Originally, as a professional music critic, Tang Miaoyi naturally had some opinions on the production of electronic music. Since she didn't have to listen to it now, she might as well do it herself.

At the same time, some sounds attracted Tang Miaoyi's attention.

'knock knock'

While she was thinking deeply, there was a faint knock on the front door of the house. "Who can it be?"

Tang Miaoyi stopped moving her hand and was a little confused about this.

Picking up her mobile phone, she went to the door and turned the door handle to open the door.

"Squeak"

"Ahh!"

As the door opened, no one figure was found. Instead, she just saw a fluffy little guy who suddenly ran through the opened door and jumped up. A furry head hit Tang Miaoyi's calf.

"yip, yip, yip,"

The little guy's head trembled gently, raised his head, and barked a few times. It was a snow-white little fox with a collar.