"Didn't lose?"
Gan Yan Yu stood there with her mouth open in disbelief, murmuring to herself.
"I see."
Lin Tian understood as well.
Before the competition, Lin Tian had actually discussed this issue with Gan Yan Yu.
Whether classical music would be at a disadvantage in this competition.
At the time, Gan Yan Yu's conclusion had been:
At least domestically, such a situation was still rare. At the very least, it would not happen in a grassroots competition like the Star Cup.
But unexpectedly.
Things had already changed this year.
The domestic discourse surrounding music had begun to follow the political correctness trends of the International Musicians Association.
As a result, a group of music critics, magazine staff, and media personnel whose work centered on "commentary" would use the International Musicians Association's standards to score contestants in pursuit of political correctness.
Meanwhile, professors from Music Conservatories, renowned composers, and others with orthodox backgrounds were more likely to evaluate different genres of music with a more objective attitude.
Yet among the twelve judges, five came from the former type of background.
The impact this had was enormous.
Clearly, Bai Xi's innovative approach of adapting Pop Music for the cello was eye-catching, more popular with younger audiences, and highly suited to the aesthetic standards of the International Musicians Association.
It was like the TGA Game of the Year awards.
You designed a game where a feminine boy got utterly wrecked by an authentic dark-skinned fat pig.
And it ultimately won Game of the Year.
Because the game could also be titled:
"A transgender vegetarian with a biological male sex who identified as female and had an eating disorder would never encounter a biologically female upperclassman who identified as a woman, benefited most from diverse beauty standards, and had unconventional looks."
At the