The table was filled with dishes Gan Yan Yu usually loved.
Yet today, the girl ate with an especially gloomy expression.
It was as if her sadness could not keep up with her honest little mouth.
She wore a miserable face while wolfing down steaming sweet-and-sour ribs.
"Lin Tian, am I really useless?"
"Lin Tian, the competition is next week."
"Lin Tian, what am I supposed to do?"
Lin Tian watched Gan Yan Yu lament while stuffing ribs into her mouth one moment and blowing on them with huffing breaths the next.
She did not seem all that devastated.
"You need to eat your fill before you have the strength to figure something out."
Noticing Lin Tian's gaze, Gan Yan Yu spoke weakly and took another bite of rib.
"..."
"I messaged Gao Zhenyang."
Lin Tian had briefly explained the situation to Gao Zhenyang over WeChat.
About fans holding up light signs at the Star Cup competition and the organizers' indifferent handling of it.
Others might think that worrying even about this was a little too delicate.
But Gao Zhenyang knew about Gan Yan Yu's situation.
As a Council Member of the Qingzhou City Music Association, he had extensive connections. Lin Tian could only pin his hopes on him.
I understand, Teacher Lin.
I have a friend on the Star Cup organizing committee. I'll mention it to him.
But don't get your hopes up. The committee is very complicated. The organizers may be deliberately allowing this situation to continue. If that's the case, I doubt it will have much effect.
"..."
Gao Zhenyang had always been very tactful.
In short, there was little hope, so they should prepare other options.
Lin Tian was already deeply grateful for Gao Zhenyang's help and would not ask for more.
"Teacher Gan."
"Huh?"
"What