She gently pressed on the strings of the zither.
The sound was crisp and piercing.
...?
Bai Lian opened her smartphone and sent a message—
[How much is this guzheng?]
She could certainly tell that the timbre was of exceptional quality.
Teacher Jiang: [2888]
Bai Lian did a quick calculation of the price, compared to Dayong's cost of living—
[Impossible]
Teacher Jiang: [2.8 billion, transfer the money]
Bai, the student: [.]
The school's guzheng indeed felt a bit rough; this guzheng was a timely rain for Bai Lian, who, as she pressed on the strings, had a continuous stream of inspiration and quickly wrote down line after line on paper.
"What's that?" Lance looked over with silver needles pricked in his head.
These characters were completely different from the Chinese characters he had learned; he recognized each character when taken apart, but combining them together was very confusing.
