A professional pianist.
That boy?
An eighteen-year-old professional pianist around his age who had performed at Qingtian Concert Hall?
Wu Yi's mind crashed.
Fuck!!!!
Then it was as if someone had swung a club hard into the back of his head.
He was completely awake.
No, how could the words "professional pianist" and "music entrance exam candidate" even go together?!
At that moment, inside the examination room.
All the proctors were equally dumbfounded.
They simply could not imagine it.
Such a performance had actually appeared in a provincial music examination room.
Everything made sense now.
Why had that boy always looked as though nothing mattered to him?
Why had he finished the sight-reading test so effortlessly?
And why had he seemed so unconcerned by the discussions of the other examinees around him?
Even when Wu Yi had taken the initiative to provoke him, he had not taken Wu Yi seriously.
It was not that he looked down on him.
He simply felt that...
It did not matter.
A professional pianist taking the music entrance exam.
Putting himself in his shoes, Wu Yi thought he would probably feel the same way: a boring exam, boring people.
He would play on his phone, go in when it was his turn, take the exam, then leave afterward.
Just that simple. Any unexpected event along the way would probably earn nothing more than an easy smile and a calm response.
"No wonder."
A bitter smile curled at the corner of Wu Yi's mouth.
"No wonder he had that kind of air about him."
It was an air Wu Yi had once desperately tried to imitate.
But now that their positions had been reversed, in Lin Tian's eyes, perhaps no one in this music entrance exam—including Wu Yi—could count as an opponent interesting enough to