When the piano's high notes began to evaporate, the cello suddenly sank into the deep sea.
Gan Yanyu's bow trembled on the A string, with rosin powder forming a miniature nebula in the spotlight.
Lin Tian closed his eyes slightly, his fingers gently touching each key on the piano.
He played like this, played like this...
Outside the venue,
the audience felt increasingly bewildered the more they listened.
An old professor on the judges' panel had already begun furrowing his brows deeply at this point.
"What is this piece they're playing?"
"This structure without any order, can it really be called classical music?"
Aware of his pride, the old professor did not ask the opinions of those around him. He preferred to believe that Lin Tian on stage had made a mistake in the score rather than admitting he couldn't comprehend it.
