Even though Song Ci went to bed early the previous night, he still couldn't walk properly the next day when he woke up. He even struggled to sit in a chair.

Tugging at the small bowtie on her chest, Song Ci let out a sigh of disappointment and set down the qin bow in her hand.

Sitting on the extravagant sofa in the show hall for an hour was literally killing him. Even sitting for 10 minutes now feels like his buttocks are about to split apart.

Su Shijiu placed the packed breakfast that he had gotten from the canteen on the small table in front of Song Ci, and then proceeded to put the bow back into the qin case for him.

"Wow, there were so many people in the canteen this morning, and most of them were heading to the instrument competition today. Are you going to go take a look later? It would be nice to go for a walk too."

Song Ci shook his head. He didn't even participate in the competition himself. What's so interesting about those people? Most of them are just amateur show-offs.

"Our experienced seniors didn't participate, and many of the performers are amateurs from outside the school. I don't want to go and watch. Maybe the violinist is not even as good as my sister. I won't go, I won't go."

After drinking a lot of alcohol, Su Shi rambled on and on, but Song Ci didn't really pay attention. She absentmindedly picked up a steamed bun from the table and mechanically stuffed it into her mouth.

I passed by the performance hall and saw Zhong Yu setting up the venue with a group of people. It seems like he is going to be on duty outside the venue.

Just as Su Shi Jiu finished speaking, he saw Song Ci's eyes light up, and his mouth was stuffed with something, making his cheeks puffed up, which was very adorable.

"Is Zhong Yu on duty?" Song Ci quickly chewed on the bun in her mouth and swallowed it, propping her chin up with both hands as she looked at Su Shi Jiu, hoping to get a confirmation.

Su Shijiu believed that after Song Ci and Zhong Yu had that kind of relationship, Song Ci would avoid Zhong Yu. At least... she would refuse to hear his name.

However, when he saw the little stars in Song Ci's eyes, he felt that Song Ci, with that appearance, was particularly beautiful and charming.

"I did see him outside the exhibition hall, but I don't know how long he stayed there. You should be able to run into him if you go now." Su Shijiu felt that there might be some kind of connection between Song Ci and Zhong Yu, or perhaps there had always been some kind of relationship between them.

As soon as Song Ci heard it, she grabbed a steamed bun and didn't even feel the pain in her buttocks. She dashed out of the dormitory in a panic.

Su Shi's curiosity was immediately ignited, and he followed Song Ci up.

Su Shijiu followed behind Song Ci, but couldn't tell at all that Song Ci had been lying in bed last night, crying and moaning in pain.

Zhang Yuzheng stood outside the performance hall, the early morning sunlight shining on his face and forearms, as if they were adorned with sparkling diamonds.

On his left arm was a red armband with the emblem of the Guard Brigade. Zhong Yu stood outside the exhibition hall, standing upright.

Song Ci stood beside a clump of grass, unable to move forward on the road.

He was so dazzling, with his muscles perfectly covering his contours, the lines were firm yet not too thick.

Everything was perfectly balanced and flawless, even his pheromones were perfectly enticing, enough to make him fall head over heels.

Zhang Yu faintly smelled a gentle scent of sweet milk. He furrowed his brows and looked around. Finally, he spotted Song Ci standing by the bushes, staring blankly at him.

After saying a few words to the people around him, he hurried over and pulled Song Ci to stand under the eaves where the sun couldn't reach.

"How did you get here? Are... are your injuries okay?" Zhong Yu also knew that he had gone too far with his antics that night, and felt extremely guilty when he saw the marks on Song Ci's body the next morning.

"I... I came to listen to the performance," Song Ci said sheepishly, avoiding eye contact slightly. "You won't let me participate in the show, but can't you at least allow me to come and listen?"

What Song Ci said made sense and had a basis, which made Zhong Yu feel sorry for him again.

Afterwards, the two of them continued to chat about something, but Su Shi Jiǔ wasn't paying attention.

Because he caught a whiff of the scent of black tea, a taste that belonged only to that person, delicious and mild, the aroma of black tea.

"In the future, pay attention."

A warm voice sounded behind him, taking away all of Su Shi's thoughts.

As he passed by his side, he could smell the fragrance of the person's hair. He realized that he reached out and grabbed the person's hem, and then he saw the gentle smile on their face as they turned around.