Around seven o'clock, Zixi was ready. The four walls of the room were covered with dark gray soundproofing cotton, and even the door gaps were carefully sealed with sealing strips.

She wore a black mask and sunglasses, her black hair was loose, and only her focused eyes were visible. The warm light above her head cast a long shadow on the wall.

The live stream on the tablet, hosted by an account named Azi, had a simple title: "[Drumming Practice, Three Hours]".

There was no face shown or interaction; the only things visible in the image were her lower body, a pair of fair, slender, and very pleasing hands, a set of matte black electronic drums, a phone pointed at her, and a tripod.

A notification sound rang out, signaling the start of the live stream, and people began to enter the room.

[User123]: "Only showing hands today? What does Azi actually look like?"

[Rhythm Master]: "This drumbeat is amazing, it sounds like a professional drummer."

Zi Xi didn't look at the comments; she simply adjusted her headphones and tapped the drum lightly with her fingers to test the sound.

The next second, a rhythmic sound rang out.

"Thump...thump...thump...thump...snap..."

The dense drumbeats suddenly exploded, and her wrists flipped nimbly, the drumsticks drawing sharp arcs in the air.

The tempo quickened, shifting from steady jazz to explosive rock, and then to complex variations she composed herself.

These were all things she learned in her previous life. Zi Xi played the drums with great skill and felt a sense of liberation.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Drummer A-K]: "That hand speed?? I heard he's underage??? I don't believe it!!"

[Anonymous User]: "Hehehe, I'm licking it! Hand fetishist's delight... These fingers are so beautiful!"

Thirty minutes later, she stopped, shook her slightly sore wrists, opened the door, went to the refrigerator in the living room, took a sip of mineral water, and left.

Suddenly I heard a knocking sound at the gate. It was an old apartment building with stairs, and the gate didn't have a peephole.

Zi Xi glanced at her phone; no one in the neighborhood group had complained, so she ignored the knocking outside. When she returned inside, she could no longer hear the knocking.

She picked up a dark blue bass from the wall, and the moment her fingers touched the strings, her entire aura changed.

A deep melody flows out; it's the same pair of hands, yet when they play the drums, it's as fierce as thunder, while when they play the bass, it's as languid as a late-night radio broadcast.

[User 456]: "This contrast is unbelievable! Sister Azi killed me, and now I'm dead!"

[Musical Instruments]: "Wait, is there an electronic keyboard later?? How many musical instruments does Azi know?"

At the audience's insistence, Zi Xi switched to an electronic keyboard, her fingertips dancing across the black and white keys as she played a piece she had adapted, "Moonlight Sonata," mixed with electronic sound effects.

"No broadcast tomorrow."

Five minutes before the end of the live stream, she suddenly stopped and said her first words to the camera that night, besides humming a song.

Amidst a chorus of lamentations in the live stream, she decisively shut down the stream, removed her mask, and let out a long breath.

Luckily, there was air conditioning in the room, otherwise she would have been sweltering.

Her phone lit up on the corner of the table; the class group chat had 99+ messages, all discussing the dorm transfer battle that day, but she wasn't interested.

Zi Xi turned off the screen expressionlessly, checked the soundproofing cotton again, and started doing her homework until late at night before turning off the lights and falling asleep.

All the unhappiness that made her maintain her aloof and academically gifted persona during the day vanished.

But Zi Xi completely forgot one thing: Jiang Yanli allowed Zi Xi to refuse his invitation to go the same way only because Zi Xi casually promised him that she would keep in touch with him even after returning home, and that she couldn't ignore him.