Listening to Gao Ao on the phone, Song Xiao couldn’t help frowning. This roommate was deliberately monitoring his movements. It seemed like he wanted to conceal it, but he was too impatient to pretend, which perplexed Song Xiao. Who was it who wanted him monitored, yet revealed such an obvious flaw?
Yu Tang changed his clothes and passed Song Xiao a paper that had just been printed. The paper was filled with code, with a few IP addresses mixed in.
“What’s this?” After looking at it for a long while, Song Xiao couldn’t see the mystery in it.
“I found someone to investigate your roommate’s laptop, and discovered that he’s sending correspondence to a specific email address every day.” Yu Tang sat by his side and pointed at the IP address mixed into it. “This is the same email address; furthermore, it’s registered in China.”
Song Xiao blinked. “Perhaps it’s a friend back home.”
“Do you contact friends through email?” Yu Tang nipped his nose.
“” The sound resonated throughout the entire plaza from the stereo speaker, attracting the gazes of many people. It was immediately followed by a traditional yet graceful melody which flowed out from that pair of slender and fair hands.
“Oh, what music is this? It sounds so good.”
“It’s probably Chinese music, I’ve heard it before.”
Passersby made comments one after another, and slowly started to gather.
It happened to be noon, and the white-collar workers who were still working overtime on the financial street and were out for lunch saw the liveliness in passing.
“The Chinese Cultural Society has had this qin on display for so many years. They did have someone who could play it last year, but they were nowhere near as good as Song Xiao.” Wearing a princess dress, the muscular president lifted his skirt and walked over to pose for pictures as he stood on the side and spoke with Gao Ao, who was doing odd jobs.
“En.” Gao Ao didn’t understand it, as he had only studied the sciences and competition questions since young, but he could also tell that Song Xiao’s playing skills weren’t ordinary.
“He’s simply magnificent!” Emily stared dumbly at the youth in white next to the fountain.
The sound of the qin dropped and rose in turns. When they closed their eyes to listen, it seemed as if they were hearing the trickle of running water and the birds chirping on a remote mountain. After a long stretch of low and gentle sounds, the tune abruptly built to a crescendo along with a sudden surge of water from the fountain behind Song Xiao, which looked spectacular. The crowd couldn’t help cheering.
When the song ended, everyone threw money nonstop into the case in front of Song Xiao. Someone walked over and threw in a large banknote.
Song Xiao raised his head and looked at the person who had thrown in the money. Dressed in a suit and looking unusually handsome, it was none other than His Majesty the emperor, who was still working overtime during the festival.
Little Theater
Xiaoxiao: Why’re you here, I’m still mad
Fish Tang: It’s not like I came to reconcile
Xiaoxiao: Then why’d you come?
Fish Tang: Hmph, I just came to see if you’re still mad
Xiaoxiao: …
Cao Gonggong: Your Majesty, can you grow up a bit?
Baobao Notes
Kinda upset me when Yu Tang broke that xiao of his hhh. I know ppl will be saying that’s wrong and stuff, so just remember this is fiction and, well, very exaggerated stuff. Don’t do this irl.