Shen You'an handed her an earphone.
Gao Yuyue assumed it was another dull English broadcast, until she heard a crisp and bright teenage voice. She exclaimed incredulously, "Isn't this that teenage idol Rong… Rong what?"
The name was on the tip of her tongue, but Gao Yuyue suddenly couldn't recall it.
A soft, composed voice calmly answered, "Rong Xianning."
"Yes, yes, that's right, Rong Xianning! So you like listening to his songs?"
Gao Yuyue acted like she had stumbled upon some shocking discovery. She really found it fascinating—Shen You'an, this person, hid herself so well. You couldn't tell what she liked, couldn't tell what she disliked. Besides studying, she seemed indifferent to everything else.
This was the first time she discovered that Shen You'an listened to something other than English broadcasts, and it turned out to be a teenage singer about their own age.
The passengers in front and behind subtly perked up their ears.
