C521 Perfect Deduction

"Clank, clank …"

When Lin Xuan sat down on his zither, he placed his hand on his zither string and lightly strummed the string. A melodious melody started to sound in the gymnasium and echoed throughout the gymnasium. It was extremely penetrating.

"Who is it? Who was playing the zither? I don't believe that it's that trash. If he's like that