The light of the projector lit up in the dark room, like the start of a vintage film, with screens full of various grains switching one after another, gradually entering a countdown.
When the last digit flashed past, the screen switched, and a light plucking of the guitar sounded, accompanied by faint sighs in the background music.
In the continuously shaking screen, gray-white walls, old desks, and the silhouettes of students facing away or from the side flashed by, with only a dark-haired girl sitting silently in the corner.
The music kept transforming, and within the guitar's melody, the singing female voice was ghostly and plaintive, filled with sadness and loneliness, and although the rhythm was lively, there was an ever-present sense of decay and helplessness.
"At the seat in the corner of the classroom, it's like looking at an unchaste, corrupted cat."
"As I thought, I can't do it myself."
"Basically, I don't want to trust anyone anymore."
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