The Beautiful Life of the Academy’s Disgrace (1)

It was an afternoon two days later in the Royal Academy of Music. After several days of heavy rain, the summer’s heat seemed to have vanished. The mist suffusing downtown seemed to be a sign that autumn was coming. Even the scorching sun had become cooler and in the afternoon. Calm sunshine filtered down from the sun, warming instead of scalding the people. Even the ever-gloomy academy seemed to have brightened. It was full of brilliance and everyone felt comfortable.

But one girl paced uneasily in the street outside the Music History department. As if there was something at the end of the road that made her frightened, the girl with a ponytail stood at the intersection and hesitatingly looked back, not daring to walk further.