Attheendofthehallway,theheavysoundproofdoorto“RoomB”wasshovedopenfromtheinside.Adeafeningtailofguitarfeedbackspilledoutforaninstant—thenwascutoffagainasthemetaldoorsmmedshut.
Enzo,thevocalist,hadthefive-hundred-dolrbillElianhadjustgivenhimpiweenhisfingers.Hewasabouttoheadupstairstodoavenieoresupplyruurned—andsawCrasittingihelounge.
Thegirlworealight-blueshirt.Ahugebckbassleanedbesideher.Andasifshewerepletelyaloheworld,shewaseatingnoodleswithonehandwhilestudyingatinynotebookthatlookedlikeastackofvocaburycards.
Theimage—“well-behavedtopstudent”fusedwith“undergroundrock”—madeEnzostopwithoutmeaningto.
“Huh?You’re…thesophomoreundercssgirlYu-Faioned?Chu-Qing初晴?”Enzoleanedin,curious.
Crapausedwithherchopstidlookedup.Seeingtheboyinfrontofher—shorthair,brightopensmile—shequicklymatchedhimtowhatElianhadtoldher.Thenshenoddedpolitely.
“Hi,Senior.I’mLinChu-Qing初晴.You’reYu-Fan’sband,right?Sorry—siheagreedtimeisoneo’cloningtowaitouthereuntilit’stimebefoin.”
Enzoblihenburstoutughing.“Noway—areyou*that*rule-abidiartedwarmingupatnoon.Youcouldtotallyeinnow.”
“It’sfine.I’musingthesefifteelunch.”Crapushedherrimlessgssesup,hertonecalmandmatter-of-fact.
Enzogherbowl—pinnoodleswithoutevenabraisedegg—thenatthenotebookbesideit,packedwithformus.Astrangerespectroseinhim.
Sothiswasthelegendary“stubborudentwhodoesn’tevencareaboutherownlife”?Eatingthepinoodles,doingthehardestproblems,andabouttopythemostbrutalheavymetal?
“Alright,takeyourtime.”Enzoliftedthefive-hundred-dolrbillinhishandandgrinned.“I’mXiao-En小恩.I’mtheband’svocalist.Yu-Fanjustgavememoogoupstairsandbuyeveryone’safternoonsnacks.Hesaidhedoesn’tknowwhatyoulike,soIshouldjustgrababuyouchoose.Anythingyouespeciallywaordrink?”
Cralookedatthebill,andhermindfshedbacktothatdayatMald’s—Elian’sblunt,domineeringwayofceverysingleexpenseforher.
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