บท 201: Playing the Marimba

Sun Bin was writing feverishly at his desk. Anger flashed in his eyes when he turned his head and saw that Qiao Yue was asleep.

How could Qiao Yue be sleeping? Was he trying to insult him?

Two days of exams passed by quickly. It was Friday afternoon, and time for the music exam.

Qiao Yue wasn't that confident in her playing skills, but she found a way.

As an assassin, she had the habit of counting time. She broke the rhythm of the music down to seconds, counted the seconds in her heart, and then played the instrument. She should be able to get the rhythm right for the piece, right?

When she arrived at the music room, Qiao Xin was already waiting there.

She had done well in the quiz, so she was the first to take the exam.

She walked up to the stage and gave Qiao Yue a disdainful glance.