At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

Zhang Cong gave a sinister smile, seemingly incredibly proud of his success in attracting his reclusive roommate.

He lowered his voice and said:

"Music club, instrumental music club, you know? It's the club that Senior Yu is in."

"Senior Sister Yu?"

Su Che pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Never heard of it."

In his understanding,

Both Lao Zhang and I are seniors, considered "older" students. How could there be anyone in this school who could be called a "senior"?

This old guy is about to graduate, and rightly so are all the younger students behind him, right?

I was puzzled.

Zhang Cong chuckled and explained, "Doesn't our school have a graduate school?"

"The senior student is a first-year graduate student. Because she plays the piano well and is beautiful, she was hired by the music department head as an advisor. Hehe, almost the whole school knows about this."

"..."

Su Che nodded. "Get to the point."

He seemed to have no interest in people whose lives were unrelated to his own.

Even understanding it for a second is superfluous.

Zhang Cong was very clear about this.

After all, he had been left out by Su Che's "indifference" for at least three years, so he knew Su Che's background well.

"Okay. Here's what happened recently. Our school is going to hold a cultural festival, right? Then the school leaders gave the student council a task, saying that they should vigorously cultivate the school's culture and arts, especially music."

"music?"

"That's right. After all, we're the only art college among the surrounding universities, but in terms of clubs and the on-campus music atmosphere, we're completely outmatched by the other schools in the area..."

To put it bluntly, even the high school girls next door have their own impressive girls' bands...

Zhang Cong chuckled awkwardly, shook his head, and clicked his tongue:

"On the other hand, we don't even have a band, let alone a few individual musicians who can play the piano well. Oh, of course, except for Senior Yu."

"..."

This time, Su Che understood.

After a moment's thought, she asked, "So, you mean that the higher-ups gave the music department a task to develop the arts, so they started researching how to create a local band on campus, right?"

"Yes, yes! You're so smart! Haha."

"Wait, how could this relate to me?"

Su Che narrowed his eyes, staring at his anime-loving roommate who seemed a little guilty for some reason.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Zhang Cong shifted his gaze elsewhere, as if he were looking at a blackboard and attentively listening to a teacher lecturing on art theory.

He laughed it off, saying, "After all, I want to bring some prestige to the school... You know, I'm all alone in the dorm, and it's not very interesting, plus you don't live with me, so I recently learned a musical instrument..."

Ugh, I just found a teacher at that place on the next street and learned to play the drums. I was thinking of letting loose a bit…

"?"

"I always see you fiddling with equipment in the dorm... Even though you don't play, I'm not blind, I know that you're carrying guitars, basses and the like in those black instrument cases."

Once, I even saw you carrying a box that looked like it was for a sniper rifle. Wow, it was incredibly long. I'd guess it was as long as an 88-key keyboard.

Oh, and of course, you also have an aluminum alloy case, it's really cool. I guess it's probably a single-piece matrix box.

"........."

Su Che's lips twitched, and he secretly admitted to himself that Zhang Cong was indeed a bit smart.

After learning to play the drums, I actually went from a complete novice to a semi-expert.

but.

One yard owned by a yard.

He already guessed what the other party was going to say.

"Well, as you can see, after I finished learning, I just went to the club meeting with a try-it-out mentality... and then, after the club president gave the speech, there was a whole bunch of people below, but not a single one dared to stand up and team up with Senior Yu to be her guitarist..."

"?"

"This looks quite worrying..."

Zhang Cong scratched his head and sat back down.

Under Su Che's increasingly dangerous gaze, the swordsman...

He muttered at a volume almost zero decibels:

"In the end, just to show off, I stood up and told her, 'I have a roommate who plays guitar incredibly well. Can I introduce you to him?' Hehe. Isn't that a coincidence?"

……

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Chapter 28 The Violin Keeper

Su Che wanted to kill his roommate.

Between poisoning and stabbing, he chose to grab the other person by the collar and begin with his dying words.

Righteous Education

The female lecturer on stage suddenly shouted, and said with a smile, "You two get out."

"..."

"."

then.

For the first time, the two brothers formed a rare bond by leaving the classroom during class.

“Zhang Cong, I thought you knew me. I never participate in any organizations at school, just so I can have peace and quiet, stay away from the outside world, and focus on doing my own thing.”

"I understand, I understand, you even gave up your dorm room."

Zhang Cong nodded and bowed.

An embarrassed, awkward laugh:

"I just wanted to let you breathe some fresh air. You're an author and a musician, and it's not healthy for him to stay cooped up at home all the time. Playing in a band can get him moving, which is good."

"Stop joking around with me. If you want to get close to that senior, figure it out yourself. Don't try to use me for this kind of thing. I have no interest in any of the on-campus games, and I certainly won't think about bringing some so-called glory to the school for no reason and just indulging in self-pity."

Su Che made it very clear.

As adults, we don't have time to waste on things that don't earn money or improve our quality of life.

I'm not a second-generation miner; I can survive well without working or earning money.

I'm not a male gaming enthusiast who automatically gets infatuated with beautiful female seniors; I don't fawn over them or pursue any campus gossip.

The three pairs of music and their teammates weren't as obsessed with music as Yuan Xiao; they weren't in a state where they couldn't live without making music.

Even if we were to do it,

Su Che also looked down on the general level of the college students on campus.

How many years have they practiced the piano? How many years have they practiced the piano?

Based on this alone, one can unilaterally eliminate more than 95% of amateur enthusiasts and free up most of their energy to focus entirely on creation.

"Che, I'm not trying to mislead you, but believe me, Senior Yu's skill level is definitely no worse than yours. She's a certified musician on a major platform with her own original works, and her piano playing is absolutely superb. She's not the kind of amateur you're thinking of. You really should check her out."

Zhang Cong is still steaming.

Unfortunately, all this earnest advice was of no use to Su Che.

She simply looked at her roommate with a -99 level of dislike and shook her head indifferently.

"..."

Now, my roommate is at a loss.

He glanced out the window, somewhat dejected.

"Che."

He shed the gecko's tail, employing a roundabout tactic:

“I know you’re usually a very withdrawn person and don’t intend to say a word to anyone you don’t need.”

"But then..."

"We were roommates for four years of college, and it was assigned by the higher-ups, so it's not my fault."

Zhang Cong appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him:

"I was thinking, graduation is just around the corner, and I haven't even had a single meal with you yet. Every time you come back, it's either to pick up something or to move equipment... You've completely turned your upper bunk into an instrument storage room..."

“I know that even if I learn to play the drums, you won’t play with me, and you won’t even want to talk to me much.”

So I just wanted you to have a meal with your buddies before graduation, so that when they ask you about your college life later, you won't have to say something as cold as 'I always had a single dorm room.' Haha..."

"..."

This is moral blackmail.

Su Che thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

"So, this is your reason for pushing me into that kind of gang?"

His expression remained indifferent.

"Well, with my circumstances, I know perfectly well that I'll never have any connection with any goddess-level figure in my entire life. After all, I'm just a pile of bones in the sewers, so I understand that."

So I was thinking, if I could get you into her team, I could see my good buddies looking radiant and energetic, and occasionally go to an underground live show that only young people can fit into, just for a good reason, and see my buddies. Wouldn't that be great?