"The prettiest girl in our school isn't just good looking. She's also talented. How do the rest of us live!?"
"Don't you remember what Yi Shiqiong said just now? She said once a zither is damaged it's done. And it cannot sound nice again. My god, she sure slapped herself in the face!
"Exactly! If what she said was true, then what does it mean if the girl can play a fixed zither better than she can?"
"Her zither playing skill is obviously much better. I originally thought Yi Shiqiong was good at playing the zither. Now that I've listened to Qiao Qing, I finally know what's really good!"
"That's me as well! After listening to Qiao Qing's and comparing it to Yi Shiqiong's, I now know what it means to be night and day. I now no longer want to listen to Yi Shiqiong!"
"What a joke! A fourth-year bullying a new student. The result slapped her own face! She blames the zither for poor playing. Should bad chefs blame their knives?"
