Chapter 21
Since the ability-drawing session was over, Su Yang could do nothing but accept his fate.
He went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face and got all sentimental about how poor his fate was.
‘I knew things wouldn’t be this smooth…’
In the past few days, everything had been going well for him. His point-adding had been great and even the kid that he was supposed to locate returned home by herself.
As expected, fate toyed with him big time at this very moment.
‘Fate must be jealous of how handsome I am.’
5Su Yang looked at his bruised nose in the mirror. He tried to cry but failed to shed a single drop. He really lost a huge deal in this ability-drawing session.
‘I was once drowned by loess, washing away my passion…
A voice of a boy singing the complaints of his life softly echoed in the garden.
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2As the class secretary of Chinese Literature in the Faculty of Arts of Shanghai University, Chu Xia was actually busy.
Apart from having to organize the tasks assigned by the lecturers before distributing them to the students, she also had to help the students to deal with…ahem…’explain’ all sorts of problems to the lecturers.
Even if she did not have any class that day, she had to make many trips to the office and the faculty. After all, other than the tasks from the lecturers, she still had to deal with the tasks from the student committee and mentors.
She had just finished a meeting at the Cultural Club with the student committee. Shanghai University was collaborating with two more other universities to organize a singing competition on campus. The Cultural Club had given her a task to find at least one participant from each class.
5She headed to the dorm right after the meeting. When she walked past a little garden, she heard someone singing while playing the guitar.
She loved music ever since she was young and was rather familiar with all kinds of musical instruments. Therefore, for whatever reason, she quietly took a detour to the garden.
After she went into the garden, she saw the back of a boy being blocked by a significant portion of the parterre. The boy was carrying a guitar and tuning the strings.
‘Is he tuning by ear?!’ Chu Xia was slightly surprised.
Such a technique was not difficult to master, but one must have a certain talent and a set of good ears. Furthermore, one must be experienced. Only a musician who had been making music for years could tune by ear alone.
4Besides, in modern society, no matter how keen the human ear was, they were no match for the accuracy of a tuner.
Therefore, it was rare for a guitarist to tune by ear.
As she listened to the change of tune on the strings, Chu Xia was certain that the person had not tuned the guitar beforehand with a tuner. It was not to show off. Instead, the person was really listening to the chords and tuning it one by one.
Soon, the strings were tuned. The boy somehow went blank for quite a while as if he was thinking about something.
Chu Xia waited for two minutes, but the boy had yet to sing.
Just when she wanted to leave because she thought the boy’s mind had wandered off and he did not plan to sing, a few simple chords burst out and a charming, magnetic and somewhat familiar voice entered her ears.