"Burp—"
Xia Beiluo bit into a potato and quickly finished off the battle. While wiping her mouth, she took some napkins from the dining room and said with a curled lip:
"What good does it do to brood over this here? We need to start taking action!"
"What? Does the dropout have an idea?"
"I wasn't expelled from school; no school wants me!"
Xia Beiluo chuckled, picked up her suitcase and guitar:
"I'm just saying, since you don't want to reveal your past and you're curious about your identity—why not just stop thinking about it."
Igor gave her a weird look:
"Oh?"
"I have a plan."
Xia Beiluo straightened her chest and said excitedly:
"You can influence others' consciousness with music, right? That method could definitely make a lot of money! Whether it's holding concerts or busking on the streets, it will surely attract people. Then, just casually advertise and launch some merchandise, we can definitely make a fortune!"
"And then?"