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The pleasant voice came from the corner.

Under countless people's gazes, the men who were standing in front of the club poster could not withstand the pressure and quietly retreated to the side, making way.

At this moment, everyone finally saw who was playing.

Under the huge sycamore tree sat a young woman wearing a mask. She was slender and sat dignified. Her slender ten fingers were jumping on a very beautiful instrument.

Water-like music poured out from her fingertips and ran into everyone's ears little by little with the sunlight.

This was Continent O, the University of Cambridge. It was a place where Western buildings were everywhere.

However, under this person's music, everyone seemed to have been brought to an extremely beautiful and quiet valley. They listened to the sound of the mountain spring and watched the butterflies dance.

The frustration in the afternoon was gradually soothed.