Little Ones, Are You Going to School?

Yaoyao's slender, pale fingers pressed against the tabletop, unconsciously making motions of hooking, plucking, lifting, brushing, and pressing. Deep in her heart, music flowed.

The standard of this musical performance really wasn't bad...

But through the internet, it was impossible to tell their true level. It would be nice if she could watch them perform in person...

If she could see them in person and chat with them, she should be able to make an accurate judgment about whether to hire them as accompanying musicians and dancers.

Having made up her mind, she turned to find her manager. Before long, several private messages popped up one after another in Silk Skirt's livestream room:

"Miss, your performance was amazing!"

"Are you interested in commercial performances?"

"Would you mind having a chat?"

There was no reply. Not the slightest reply. The manager waited eagerly until they ended their stream, then until they started streaming the next day, then until they ended the next day's stream, yet still received no response.

On the third day, they didn't stream at all...

"So they're just doing this for fun?"

The manager was conflicted and disappointed.

"If they're just doing it for fun, that'd really be such a waste..."

In truth, he was disappointed far too early. It wasn't that Silk Skirt didn't want commercial performances, nor that they didn't want to communicate. It was just that after having fun on the first day, they happily ended the stream and never saw the messages at all.

After ending the stream on the second day, they noticed a red dot beside something.

What was that red dot for?

After fumbling around and opening it, before they could figure out what it was, they accidentally closed it again. When they opened it once more and took a look,