The whole dormitory has fallen into a deep sleep

Ning Qianxia sat on the bedside, her bedside still lit.

She gently took off her earphones and her auditory nerves got a brief rest.

Looking at the densely painted orchestra scores in front of her, she couldn't help but sigh.

Although it is only forty measures, it has nearly twenty-seven voices.

She doesn't have Qin Jian's photographic memory, so she can only remember it bit by bit.

She put down her pen and picked up her phone.

"It's probably only nine o'clock there."

The next second she opened her address book, she put down her phone again.

moment.

She picked up the pen again and put on the headphones.

Five minutes have passed.

She needs to race against time.
Chapter completed!