Zhong Lizi lived by counting the days and counting her money. Because of her father, New Era Academy had waived her tuition and miscellaneous fees, but staying alive always meant having to eat. More importantly, she could not stop taking her medicine. And deep down, she still harbored a thread of hope: what if she could undergo a third genetic modification someday and cure her illness?
Work-study at the academy earned her nothing, and she could find no part-time work in the dim Civilian District. She dared even less to go up above in search of some risky opportunity. That left only one option: renting out part of her home.
She had posted a notice seeking a housemate on the academy network long ago, prepared to give up her bedroom and move into the study if anyone was willing to come. But none of the students qualified to attend the academy wanted to live in a district at the very bottom. Many days had passed since she posted the notice, with no response at all.
Yet today, someone had suddenly come-and without calling first, turning up directly at her door. This made no sense, leaving her wary and uneasy, especially since the visitor wore a hat with its brim pulled so low that he looked like one of those deranged murderers in the movies... but... how could his voice sound so lovely?
The young man in the hat was Jing Jiu.
He had not expected the common knowledge he had acquired over the past few days to prove insufficient, nor could he have imagined that his voice was the reason the door had opened.
He had learned to speak by copying news anchors and reporters. His enunciation was impeccable, his voice captivating-the fabled broadcaster's voice.
Wasn't a broadcaster's voice meant