C50 I Wish to Make Friends with My Friends!

"Three, three, three, nine o'clock, it's probably low."

"Exactly, low..."

The room fell into a hush.

You could hear a pin drop.

Zhu Chenghu, a man with tattoos, sensed an eerie mood settling in, and a song drifted through his thoughts:

The thing I fear most is the sudden silence, the thing I dread is a friend's sudden concern.

"Three, three, three, it seems it's not just low."

"Yeah, three