Under the big tree in the park,
Two figures intertwined.
"Shua——"
Rust held his chest and abdomen and unleashed a straight punch with his left hand, hitting Dean directly in the face.
Dean grabbed his left hand horizontally, pinched his left wrist, and pulled his center of gravity toward him while twisting.
The sudden sting caused Rust's expression to change, and he subconsciously pulled his hand back.
This only worsened the pain in his wrist, causing him to fall apart from his boxing stance and lose his balance, leaning towards his opponent.
Dean stretched out his right hand and grasped his elbow with lightning speed - twisting the wrist with his left hand and pushing the elbow in the opposite direction with his right hand.
Ouch!
Rust screamed in pain, his whole left hand was like a twist being twisted by a machine, bending and almost deforming, and he almost knelt down in front of Dean in pain.
You used grapple - arm twisting to subdue Rusty Spencer... Proficiency +1, Fighting lv1 (30/200)
"It hurts! It hurts! Let go, it's going to break!"
Dean pushed him back and rolled his neck calmly.
"Can't we be gentle when we attack our brothers?" Rust breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched because of the pain.
Dean shook his head, "It hurts a little now, and maybe it can save a life later."
"I don't want to be a policeman and fight criminals to death. I just want to learn some self-defense skills!"
Rust bared his teeth. He discovered that his friend's personality had changed drastically since he lost his memory. He stopped watching movies, stopped talking to his girlfriend, and went to school except for training.
There was a trace of ferocity in his eyes unconsciously, and he was always in a state of nervous vigilance, as if he was about to commit murder at any time.
"Man, I suspect you are suffering from persecution delusions. You've been stretched like a rubber band all day long!" Rust complained, rubbing his wrist.
"Don't make excuses to be lazy, let's continue!"
"Then you have to teach me something new. The move you pulled on my wrist just now was so cool."
"With your slow reaction, don't be able to twist the enemy and send yourself away!"
…
Time flew by during the fulfilling sparring, and Dean went to the boxing gym on Strip Avenue to inspect a class.
As a result, he had already acquired the basic knowledge taught in the class from the skills, and it was more comprehensive. He was worse than in actual combat.
But before entering the ring for actual combat, the coach set down various rules: no hitting below the waistline, no hitting on the back, no use of knees and elbows...
After such a hesitant fight, Dean found that training in this boxing gym, unless he spent a lot of money to hire a professional training partner, would not be as effective as practicing blindly on his own.
In addition, he did not compete in the ring to become a professional boxer. After learning too many routines for this kind of competition and developing the habit of avoiding the enemy's vital points, he was useless.
"Chen Hegao's unrestricted fighting style is more to my liking. No matter what the means, everything around him can be used to defeat the enemy."
Dean stopped going to the boxing gym.
…
The third Tuesday in May.
School is over this afternoon.
Rust stopped Dean in the parking lot, and Britney followed him holding a book.
"Man, don't just put muscles in your head. I'll show you something new and relax."
Rust blinked mysteriously. Since establishing his relationship with Britney, his character has become a lot more cheerful.
"There is a concert in the activity room today, should we all go and listen to it?" Britney asked expectantly. She looked pure and beautiful in a blue dress and black hair shawl, while showing off her slim figure.
"The high school allows concerts, which big star alumni are coming?" Dean asked curiously,
"To be precise, she is a future singer, Britney's good sister Caroline...the lead singer of the school's good morning band. She is beautiful and has a lot of personality!" Rust said with a proud look on his face, "After listening to the concert , Britney introduced you to each other. How about it, am I interesting enough?"
Dean suddenly realized, a trace of memory appeared in his eyes. He thought of his girlfriend, a singer, who broke up with him right after graduation in his previous life.
During her four years in college, she often took her to attend concerts in the amphitheater and cheer for the "King of Singers and Queen of Songs" in her class.
I didn’t expect that America would be so fashionable in high school.
"This is a rare opportunity, don't be disappointed, man!" Rust punched Dean in the chest and gritted his teeth, "At worst, I'll accompany you tonight to make up for the missing training!"
"Then go take a look."
Dean had a hunch that the opportunity to make money was here!
…
When the three of them entered the activity room, the performance had already begun.
Most of the lights in the room dispersed, leaving only a beam of light in the center of the stage.
It showed three men and one woman, four white people performing.
The bassist, guitar player and drummer wore black tights, a cotton T-shirt with holes in the chest, and a baggy black jacket with safety pins the size of scissors.
All three have gradient mohawks and large tattoos exposed on the backs of their necks.
The dressing up is very unique and alternative.
They threw themselves into playing bass and guitar and banging on the drums.
Waves of sound roared through the halls.
But it was not the harsh and fiery heavy metal music that Dean had in mind.
The tune is simple and pleasant, with a strong rhythm. It should be considered a kind of rock?
The only female member in front of the three musicians attracted most of the attention.
Dress with a touch of darkness.
The soft-lined face is painted with smoky makeup, the lips are painted black, and the skin is as white as a vampire.
The black leather jacket with Kaserin written on it was open, revealing a tight elastic vest underneath.
Although she is petite, her breasts are full and her waist is white and slender.
dancing, singing, telling your dream…
The lazy and magnetic voice is clearly audible in the cheerful music, firmly grabbing the ears of the audience.
To Dean's ears, it sounds a bit like rock music, but not so exciting and noisy, with more liveliness and vigor of young people.
While she was singing, she was jumping up and down on the stage with her long, slender, white legs.
The playful golden twintails on the back of her head swung like flames.
In the hundreds of seats in the center of the activity room and in the aisles on both sides, students were crowded shouting happily and swinging their bodies selflessly to the music.
But it felt like something was missing.
Dean thought for a moment,
It is a light stick that creates an atmosphere, which has not yet been born in this era.
"Dude, why are you standing there? Let's have fun together!"
Rust gave Dean a look, and followed Britney, waving his hands to the music, and shouting to the band on stage.
…
The crowds of people in the hall surged with the dynamic music. At least at this moment, Dean was silent in the hot and relaxing atmosphere, unaware that time flew by.
The band sang a total of 7 songs, with a mixture of rock and country styles.
Dean was not impressed. He only felt that the atmosphere and the band were in good condition. The lyrics and music were catchy and could make the audience fall into silence.
However, compared to the famous song, it lacks an ear-catching lyrics and melody.
The concert lasted for almost half an hour, and the sound suddenly died down. The handsome bassist stood at the front of the stage and performed a powerful and casual SOLO.
Flicking his fingers repeatedly, he brought out the afterimage.
The low, penetrating music is like an electric current that suddenly passes through people's eardrums and shocks the brain!
The audience below the stage was covered in hot sweat without realizing it.
"Baby, have you heard enough?" Caroline, whose forehead was glistening with sweat, waved downwards.
"not enough!"
"continue!"
"I love you!" A fat man shouted hoarsely.
Dean, who was sweating slightly, looked at each other with his friends and laughed.
Amid laughter, Dean felt that all the tension he felt a while ago disappeared, and his whole spirit became very relaxed, as if an invisible shackle had been removed.
The system shook.
Spirit: 12→12.1.
It was like a bolt of lightning split open my mind, and the noise around me turned into ashes.
Dean's confused face froze.
what's the situation? Does listening to a concert improve your mental attributes?
But after thinking for a moment, Dean realized that the concert should just be an opportunity. The extreme tempering method he persisted in every night for more than a week was the root cause of the qualitative change.
"I love you too, greedy little devils! But I'm sorry, if we continue, our hands and throats will start to smoke. Please allow us to rest and carefully prepare new songs. We will still be here on the 16th of next month... Please continue to support us!”
"Haha, look, our little Caroline is working so hard, singing until she loses her head."
The bassist laughed and reminded his companion,
"Caroline, have you forgotten? It's summer vacation next month! Everyone, in three months' time in September, the Good Morning Band will continue to perform for you!"
“Stay tuned!”
…
Even though the concert was over, the young audience members were still noisy and unwilling to leave, and stayed around the band for half an hour.
Ask for autographs and express your admiration and yearning.
It wasn't until the vocal teacher repeatedly reminded the band to give up space for rehearsals that the Good Morning band successfully escaped.
…
Seven people were sitting around a wooden table on the lawn in the front yard of the school.
"Caroline, this is Rust from the eleventh grade..." Britney introduced to the musicians a little shyly, "My good friend."
"This is Dean from eleventh grade, our mutual friend."
Britney turned to the three musicians,
"They are Carty, Liam, and Noah..."
"Haha, little Britney has finally come to her senses. She knows how to find a boyfriend to protect you!"
Bassist Liam quipped, his eyes flickering casually.
At this time, his appearance took on a completely new look. He was no longer wearing the distinctive ripped jacket and big pins on stage. He put on a much more normal shirt and tight pants, but his cockscomb hair was still eye-catching.
The other members also took off their heavy makeup on stage.
Among them, Caroline gives people the biggest sense of gap.
She put on a tight turtleneck sweater and jeans, and transformed from a rebellious and flamboyant rock and roll girl into a pretty and playful girl with watery eyes and a face full of collagen, somewhat similar to Britney's temperament. .
Dean thought.
No wonder they became good sisters.
"Last... I believe in the eyes of a good sister. You seem to be a polite and hard-working boy. You are not as unreliable as other little villains."
Caroline's sweet voice paused, her pretty face tightened, and she waved her pink fist at Rust, half in a joke and half in a warning.
"But if you break Britney's heart, I won't let you go!"
Rust's face turned red.
"That's right, kid..." Noah, the drummer who showed off his well-developed biceps, interjected with a straight face and a cold tone, "Britney is the band's number one fan and is strictly protected by us."
"You guys don't trust me so much. Do I look like a playboy?" Rust asked helplessly.
"That's enough, Noah, don't scare our new friends by being so serious."
A smile appeared on Kadi's horse's face, and he patted Rust on the shoulder.
"Let's talk about something lighter. We have heard of their names. Haha... Master Herring, Kung Fu Boy, have you studied with Bruce Lee?"
Dean's face darkened, then he shook his head and smiled.
The other party didn't mean to discriminate or make fun of him, otherwise Dean would just ask Ying to play with him.
"Call me Dean and forget that stupid nickname."
"You guys are very talented. One of you beat Bob hard, and the other scolded him bloody!"
Liam's eyes were full of appreciation.
"Okay, let's not arrange a dead person behind our back."
Kadi stretched out his hand towards the two of them,
"We have made a reservation for you two friends. You are welcome to visit us on future rehearsal days!"
…
Liam bought a few bottles of Tropicana, and they started chatting around the wooden table.
Most of the time, the band is showing off their brilliant achievements, school celebrations, performances on various anniversaries, and the first place in singing competitions...
Discuss future plans.
Dean and Rust acted as listeners honestly, and then they were surprised to find out.
A small high school band has a very busy "business". Hard rehearsals and various performances take up almost all their spare time.
They really love music.
"Has Fahs' new song been released?" Caroline looked at Liam expectantly. "According to the plan, the band should prepare new songs for the summer vacation singer competition."
"As long as we win the new song and win the competition, we will definitely be able to sign contracts with local TV stations and music companies and become a veritable big singer!" Kadi said with an excited expression.
"Forget it, I asked several times, but the guy always complained that he had no inspiration." Liam shook his head regretfully, "If I keep asking, he will probably fall out with me, and I will never have the chance to buy songs from him again."
The expressions on the four people's faces became ugly.
Kadi said, "If you think about it carefully, do you know any other creators in the small circle?"
The party fell into silence.
Dean glanced at the four members of the band and suddenly interrupted,
"You're going to find someone to buy a new song? Why don't you write it yourself?"
Drummer Noah said something disdainful and said something sideways. How dare a layman who only knows how to fight dare to interfere in the band's discussion?
"Writing songs is indeed not difficult, but we are not good at it. The audience does not buy what we write, and the performance is very poor. We participated in the competition last year and the year before last and got nothing." Kadi said unwillingly, "Our band is missing a creative artist genius."
"So you keep buying songs from other people?" Dean's head twitched, "Can you tell us more about it?"
"You, a nerd who gets A's in every subject, why do you care about these things?"
The drummer muttered.
Caroline glared at him and told him to shut up, "Dean, why do you ask? Do you have experience in this field? Do you know any Chinese songwriters?"
Dean smiled slightly and acquiesced.
The four members of the band exchanged glances.
Kadi put away his casual attitude and said seriously,
"You're not making fun of us, are you?"
"Dean doesn't talk much, but he is an honest man and would never deceive his friends!" Rust beside him quickly patted his chest to express his loyalty.
Britney bit her lip and nodded to her good sisters. In just a week or two of getting along with him, this Chinese-American overturned her previous impression of him as weak and inferior. He was not bad, neither humble nor arrogant.
And her boyfriend trusts him very much.
"Since we are already friends... we can talk about it in detail." Caroline looked at Dean with bright eyes, grabbed the golden ponytail behind her head and shook it, "The songs I want for Good Morning are not limited to rock, country music, disco It’s acceptable, but blues, soul, and the hip-hop that came out not long ago don’t match our style… The price is easy to say, depending on the quality of the song, it can range from one hundred to ten thousand dollars.”
Dean rubbed his chin, he was already eighteen years old.
Earning this money, the limelight of Bob's death is almost over, and he can purchase the killer weapon of his choice at outdoor stores, supermarkets or gun shows.
Let the melee and long-range two blossom.
"Must it be suitable for female singers?"
"All members of Good Morning can be the lead singer." Caroline raised her left hand and played her right hand in front of her belly, making an air guitar gesture. "I can also be the accompanist."
Dean nodded, there were more choices.
"The copyright transfer of the song..."
"Don't worry about copyright issues. I will find a lawyer to sign a formal transfer contract and explain it to you word for word. I will never set any text traps." Liam showed a confident smile and said seriously, "I, Liam, My personal reputation is guaranteed and I will never let you suffer a loss."
Arnold added, "You don't think that we are so short-sighted as to offend a potential creative genius for the sake of a song?"
"If we can spend some money to maintain a long-term friendly relationship, we are happy." Carty emphasized.
"Man, if you really have connections, please believe me good morning." Caroline glanced at her good sisters, "Our four families are not very rich, but if we all chip in together, we can get a few thousand dollars."
"They are trustworthy." Britney nodded immediately.
For a moment, everyone present looked at Dean who was thinking. Including Rust, his friends in his memory never knew any famous composers.
But the other party has brought too many surprises recently, and Rust becomes unsure.
"If nothing else happens, I will bring a new song over this Sunday and let a few professionals help me check it out. I will know the quality by then."
Dean was filled with emotion. His girlfriend in his previous life who loved to sing asked him to wake her up with different English songs every morning.
If the singing is unpleasant and does not please her, she will stay in bed.
And when she had nothing to do, she asked Dean to sing karaoke and let him play the guitar to accompany her.
For four years, Dean, a musical idiot, was forcefully forced to learn music notation and guitar.
It was the day of the graduation party that finally set him free.
After being reborn, Dean would never have a girlfriend who did this again.
But now this "hard experience" has become a valuable asset. The English songs he has memorized include classic old songs from the European and American music scene and popular TikTok music 20 years later.
But now it is 80 years, and most of the history is consistent with the previous world.
Ninety-nine percent of these songs have not been released yet.
Now that I have an opportunity.
There aren’t so many intrigues about registering copyrights for your own songs.
Why not give Dean some money in exchange for some start-up capital?
"Let's find a place to meet this Sunday morning."
…
"Then it's settled." Caroline stretched out her soft little hand and shook Dean's hand, smiling brightly and showing her white teeth, "Sunday morning at nine o'clock, in front of the school, let's see you there!"
"When the time comes, we will show you our secret base."
…
