Internationally, undercurrents were swirling as various forces made contact and exchanged information, all striving to unearth the details of Vincent's incident.
In the media, all sorts of well-informed sources and knowledgeable insiders burst forth with explosive revelations.
Real or fake, it was hard to distinguish.
Netizens didn't need to discern truth from fiction. They simply chose to believe the part they wanted to accept as fact.
The waves of the world washed over the campus, where they became calm and leisurely.
The midday sun was scorching, and the cicadas' calls fell from the branches of the osmanthus trees one after another.
Aozawa walked toward the club building and circled to the side, where the familiar sound of the guzheng drifted from a window.
It had been a while since he had heard the two play the guzheng.
He approached the window.
Inside, two girls in school uniforms sat upright, a guzheng placed on the tables before them.
