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Tomorrow will be the second watch.
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Sitting at the very front of Group A, Zhou Mikang watched the spirited little face on stage, his eyes full of confusion. This little thing had grown up in the countryside since childhood, her family so poor they couldn't even afford enough food. Although playing the accordion isn't considered a difficult skill, the fact that she could play it was truly unexpected.
Although he could basically be considered musically illiterate, he could still tell whether the playing was smooth and the singing was correct.
It felt like this little girl played better than his elementary school music teacher—not that musically illiterate leader Tongzi could really tell, but perhaps he was just adding a dose of emotional bias to his judgment.
"Hey, Qiliang, isn't that your little cousin up there?" Qiliang's comrade, recognizing Chuxia on stage, poked him in the arm in surprise, "I'm not wrong, am I?"
