随着清脆的倒数落下，初晴眼神一沉，修长的手指JiNg准且狂野地落在指板上，多出的那根低音弦爆发出深不见底的轰鸣。日系摇滚特有那种华丽又充满侵略X的六人编制音浪，瞬间与爵士鼓紧密咬合。
失真的吉他声、清亮高亢的键盘旋律，加上五弦贝斯那彷佛能引起x腔共鸣的重低音，毫不客气地穿透了那扇敞开的铁门，顺着地下室的楼梯阶层层往上窜，撞进了千禧年那个微热的秋日h昏里。
汗水顺着初晴的脸颊滑落，隐没在严谨扣好的制服衣领中。在那震耳yu聋的音墙里，没有人会在意她国文考了几分，也没有人管那些历史年表。
在这里，她就是主宰这片低音宇宙的神。
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Chapter1:AUniverseHiddeninaDesk—andLow-EndFrequencies
“LinChu-Qing（林初晴）.”
Theeseliteratureteacherpushedupherreadinggsses,bafflementpininhervoice.“Sixty.You’realwaysburiediracurricurbooks—sowhydoesyourreading-prehensionscore*always*hhtontheedgeofpassing?”
Crawalkeduptothefronttotakehertestpaper,fanawkward,guiltysmile.
Thetruthwas,herrawscorehadbeenfifty-nine.
Buteveryoschoolkhisnearly-fifty,well-kepteseliteratureteacherhadanunspokenhabit—shewasfiercely“pro-girls,anti-boys.”Ifasweaty,loud-mouthedboyincssscoredafifty-heteacherwouldstampafailinggradeonthereportsheetwithoutblinking.Butforthehandfulofquietgirlswholookedobedientandwell-behaved,shealways—somehow—letherpenslipwhileaddingupthetotal,giftihatdecisive“onepointofsympathy.”
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