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Standing in a crowded square with a huge guitar on his back, Chen Xiang's already thin figure became even more distressing.
Happy male voice. I was rejected three years ago, and three years later, I'm here~! Thinking of this, Chen Xiang's lips curled into a smile.
For the sake of his dream, he gave it to his family, friends, and teachers. There was also a small selfish intention that he didn't say to anyone, which was that he wanted to stand on a big national stage and let that person see it.
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