"Take a breath, take a breath. Don't lower yourself to the level of those keyboard warriors. After a while, play a piece and upload it. Let them see what real classical music is."
Lu Zheng soothed Si Lingxi, tracing a pert curve and even stirring up a ripple.
Si Lingxi gave an annoyed laugh, then slapped away Lu Zheng's wandering hand.
"I'm not angry." Si Lingxi shook her head. "If words like that could make me angry, I'd have died of rage long ago."
Humans would not care about the curses of ants.
Nor would phoenixes care about humans running their mouths.
Of course, that was what she said. But if a little bug bit a human, or if a human truly enraged a phoenix, the outcomes for both would not differ by much.
Compared to that, flying insects were small and could fly, while humans had intelligence and were better at provoking others. Add in the internet, which could gather vast amounts of information...
Thinking about it that way, humanity's destruction might not necessarily come from things like nuclear winter or artificial intelligence!
On the other side, Gu Tingting received the reply and immediately opened it. Si Lingxi's cool, detached critique began playing through the speaker.
"Don't mention artistic conception. This passage is still far from reaching that level."
"The ending notes are too regular, and the craftsmanship is too obvious."
"The transition between scattered harmonics and floating harmonics is not smooth."
"The struck notes lack strength, the rolling notes are too heavy, and your understanding of the piece is insufficient."
"Your technique is off in its handling of rhythm, making it impossible for listeners to immerse themselves."
"..."
The messages played one after another. Sweat began to bead on Gu Tingting's forehead, because her mother was sitting