"Harmonizing chords just makes the music sound better..."
In the quiet living room of the first floor, the sound of an online class echoed, making people drowsy. Anyone new might have thought they stumbled into a study session.
The barrage of comments burst into laughter, turning the atmosphere.
"Xu hasn't been up to mischief all day, and as soon as he does, it's something big. Way too abstract."
"Inspect Xu closely. I suspect he's not clean either."
"Do we even need to investigate? Pfft, he's a bottom-feeder, a pure scumbag!"
The torrential rain showed no sign of stopping, and Xu Qingyan lay on his side on the couch, his head leaning askew as he watched the class. From the corner of his eye, he could just cover Pei Muchan sitting on the opposite sofa.
Halfway through, the signal suddenly cut out, and the video froze.
