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

[Is the vocalist's gaze constantly wandering around?]

It's a feeling of guilt.

The keyboard player misplayed a root note during a key shift, which was particularly noticeable in a band without a bass.

The drummer misplayed the triplet embellishments, playing them erratically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a cassette tape jammed. What's even more absurd is that the other members seemed oblivious to the incorrect rhythm and continued playing the song, which was quite amusing.

Su Che shook his head, feeling that the level of the people on stage still needed improvement, but considering that everyone was still young, he just laughed it off.

This level of skill, setting aside others and focusing solely on the guitar...

I am confident that within three months, I can achieve a final, overwhelming victory over Yuan Xiao.

That is, all six dimensions—music theory, harmony, musicality (rhythm), technique, creativity, and aural skills (sight-singing and ear training)—are used to suppress the little girl on the stage.

now,

Ling Yao was unaware that she was being stared at with a terrifying gaze by a certain landmine-wielding man.

My fingers just feel cool.

She stiffened slightly and tightened her legs under her plaid skirt. She momentarily lost focus when pressing the effects pedal, causing her to deviate by a few centimeters and turn the overdrive into distortion. A loud, slightly harsh noise roared out of the tube box.

Fortunately, the audience didn't care about those things.

Anyway, most people can't tell the difference between overdrive and distortion. As long as it's guitar music, it's fine. Everyone can have fun, jump around, and shake their hair. Unlike Su Che, they don't find it abrupt or discordant.

[Tsk.]

On the second floor, Yu tide had no intention of listening any longer and beckoned to the person behind her with her slender finger.

"Senior Yu, I'm here."

The female head of the secretariat, who wore glasses, walked over.

"Xiaoxiao, go and call up that junior downstairs who's wearing the black yandere cat witch coat."

"Ok."

The secretary could almost immediately tell who she was talking about, and with her notebook in hand, she turned and headed straight for the stairs.

As everyone knows, in the school, Senior Sister Yu from the Graduate School holds a position that is almost higher than that of the Student Union President, and no one dares to disobey her.

After all, his father was a close friend of the principal and had donated tens of millions of yuan to the school to support construction and the building of new buildings.

Therefore, Yu tide has attracted much attention, which is why she did not apply to a music academy but instead came to a comprehensive arts university to pursue a master's degree.

[The senior student's research focuses on acoustics, specifically sound therapy, aiming to alleviate stress for those suffering from depression through relaxing music.]

But she herself...

[He seems to be one of the patients.]

"..."

Secretary Lin Xiao didn't dare to say much, but silently went downstairs, squeezed next to Su Che in the dark, and poked his arm with her index finger:

"Hello, Su. Your senior is calling you."

"what?"

Su Che was analyzing the enemy situation when he was interrupted like this. He couldn't help but turn around subconsciously and ask, "Which senior?"

"Senior Sister Yu".

"..."

He felt a chill run down his spine.

I think the senior student acted quite quickly; I might have already been targeted.

If that's the case, it explains why I had the hallucination of being watched earlier. It seems that one's sixth sense isn't entirely inaccurate.

Su Che followed the students dressed in secretarial uniforms upstairs, and the first song on stage was about to end.

Although his back was to the stage, Su Che could still tell that, apart from the fact that the girl band had the major flaw of "not having a bassist," the other girls' performances were generally tense, with the most nervous being the guitarist who was the best on stage.

She could have played even better. Her equipment was a decent Schecter SD series, specifically designed for anime, comics, and games, and the sound was quite authentic. It's a pity.

He shook his head.

It's a bit of a pity that she exists in such a "childish" group.

Compared to Yuan Xiao,

"Some people have teams, but they're actually dead."

This is Su Che's opinion.

...

...

Tap, tap, tap...

As the secretary went up to the second floor...

Su Che's gaze was instantly drawn to a familiar face standing in the main seat—

That's the best-lit spot upstairs.

The sound field effect is even better than the spot I chose downstairs.

She had long, straight, silky black hair that was very distinctive, and a gray blazer was draped over her arm;

A name tag, far from ordinary, was pinned to her chest, bearing the inscription "Yu tide, Department of Acoustics Research, Tianhe Academy of Arts."

The upper body was a cream-colored sailor uniform, with a loose, large bow tie outlined in purple lines, soft yet vibrant.

The lower body is paired with a gray uniform skirt that reaches the thighs, with a double row of white stripes on the hem, which is quite eye-catching;

Beneath the absolute territory (area of ​​skin), white over-the-knee socks extend upwards from the calves, creating a double-layered effect with the white of the sailor uniform.

Her long, straight legs, combined with her height of over 1.7 meters, were dazzling, making it hard to know where to look.

[So this is my senior... Oh, it's her?]

Su Che remembered.

Everything came back to me in an instant.

The woman I bumped into on campus the day before yesterday was the one with the terrifying aura standing before me.

If I remember correctly, what I first noticed was the chilling "fierceness" on her face...

Yes, it was a murderous, teeth-gritting rage, as if wanting to tear someone to pieces.

That's why Su Che felt that such a beautiful woman, under such a state of mind, was no longer beautiful.

It wouldn't even attract my attention for a second longer.

Now, everything makes sense.

"Senior, I've picked up the person."

"Ah."

After the secretary finished speaking, she wisely retreated to the shadows and stopped disturbing the two of them.

Downstairs on the stage, the second song had already begun to play.

Su Che asked cautiously, "Senior, is there something you need from me?"

"Ah."

Yu tide nodded. "You came here today for more than just to see the performance, right?"

"No, no, senior, you're overthinking it."

Su Che was still stubborn, his purpose being to test whether she had planned this all along.

As expected, Yu tide was the kind of person who was too lazy to make any unnecessary explanations. She immediately strode over, her long legs making a sound on the second-floor floor that was a million times more beautiful than the sound of a stage performance.

She stopped half a meter in front of him:

"Junior, I heard you're quite good at playing the piano, is that true?"

"I have never played the piano on campus."

Su Che kept a straight face and shook his head repeatedly.

Never?

"Yes. Never."

"But the way you looked at the stage just now, and the thickness of the calluses on your hands, are completely different from what you said, aren't they?"

Yu tide narrowed her eyes, which were adorned with eerie gray-green contact lenses, and looked at Su Che's face with an air of dread, as if she might devour him at any moment.

Su Che took a few steps back, maintaining what he considered a safe distance from Yu Xi, and laid his cards on the table:

"Alright, I've heard so much about your superb piano skills, so I won't waste any more words. My roommate told me about your needs, and what I want to say is that my skill level is indeed not good enough for you. If you don't believe me, after everyone finishes performing, I'll play a few notes for you on the piano, and you'll be completely won over. Really."

He delivered his prepared remarks flawlessly, following the script he had already set out in mind.

Who knew,

Yu tide looked at him quietly, smiling without saying a word.

"??"

Su Che felt as if he had punched a sponge.

Somewhat confused: "Senior, why do you seem to know something?"

He had a bad feeling about it.

"Because I've watched your performance videos."

"..."

Ta-da!

Someone gasped.

Sweating profusely, I recalled...

I seem to be in my childhood...