At half past seven in the morning, the old recording studio with ancient yellow lamp lighting suddenly turned dark. Someone turned off the lights from inside. The people milling about in front of the old studio house only glanced at it with one eye, disgusted.

A boy in a high school uniform came out of the door, bring the old key and closed the door. Some passersby started talking about it in clear whispers. The old studio was never visited by anyone but was still well cared for. A little boy passing by complimented him on being handsome.

He's handsome, but he's old-fashioned. But a middle-aged woman looked at him with disdain.

And a high school girl who was standing at the end of the road just watched it all in silence, seeing the neat-haired boy wearing a jacket over his school uniform and putting on a hoodie.