Please, Go Home and Practice Your Instrument
On the sixtieth day since arriving on Earth, Mr. Li An, burdened with debts, activates the "Piano Teacher's Life Reversal System." Whenever his students practice the piano, he grows stronger. The more
"It's time to buy an electric fan."
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In July, Rong City was nothing short of a giant steamer.
Early in the morning, Li An was once again woken by the heat.
He felt as though he’d let down the entire army of transmigrators from Blue Star.
He’d been on Earth for two whole months, yet he’d received no system.
Nor had he achieved the freedom of air conditioning.
Thinking he’d go buy a fan after work, Li An crawled out of bed, grabbed his phone, and stumbled into his less-than-two-square-meter private bathroom.
The place was cramped, but at least it was even more run-down.
He put on a song he’d been listening to recently and tossed his phone into a black plastic bag hanging on the wall.
“Take Five” actually was a good match for a shower.
In the cracked mirror, the showerhead, suffering from a urinary tract infection, dripped feebly. But with the four-five rhythm echoing through the steamy air, even the water’s fall seemed to gain a peculiar cadence.
Such was life—every penny counted, and sometimes you had to find your own amusements.
Li An loved life; he also loved music. Since he was a child, he’d been enamored with the piano.
Though the dream of becoming a pianist had been dashed by reality as he grew up, he was content to work as a piano teacher.
A pianist and a piano teacher—rounding up, the difference wasn’t so great.
The piano had once been his means of survival. It still was.
In this world, whose politics, economics, culture, and history mirrored Blue