The group of geniuses were amidst a heated discussion about how to make their ends meet. One proposed to join a band at a Backsea pub, another suggested private tuition, but its payment would take longer.
However, why would anyone hire some amateur kids? Their standard was far below that of professional musicians.
Lu Shu did not want to waste his time hearing them out. Ever since he expressed his talent of "breaking rocks with his chest", the rest seemed unwilling to include him in their discussion. He was a misfit!
Cao Qingci did not speak a word throughout the entire discussion. Still quiet, she saw Lu Shu walk towards a newsstand.
"Hey, I want to make a call," Lu Shu shouted at the newsstand owner. The middle-aged man looked up at Lu Shu and wondered who would still use fixed-line phones nowadays. Even he seldom touched it.
But Lu Shu looked like an ordinary student, not a migrant worker. Maybe he had his phone stolen.
