"Gan Yan Yu? She was indeed one of the most talked-about performers in Qingjiang Province this year. Why was Teacher Tuoba interested in this contestant?" the reporter asked.
"I watched footage of her competition, as well as her performance with another musician, Lin Tian. To be honest, I consider that kind of performance unacceptable! I find it hard to imagine that such a performance could receive so much acclaim in Qingjiang."
"Ah, Teacher Tuoba, what standard is this 'unacceptable' based on? Do you truly think that kind of performance is unacceptable, or do you mean, 'She has such popularity but failed to display the strength she ought to have, so it is unacceptable'?"
"It was simply unacceptable."
Tuoba Jianhui frowned slightly, his old-fashioned face revealing no emotion.
"Through this interview, I hope that if this contestant sees it, she can reflect on her own problems and make proper adjustments. I do not want to see performances like the 'Soul Concert' on the finals stage!"
". All right, next question."
.
Unacceptable.
"Yes."
What did that mean?
"."
Gan Yan Yu froze.
She stood there in a daze for a long time.
"Why?"
"Was my performance really that bad?"
It seemed to have gone beyond what the girl could bear.
Gan Yan Yu stared blankly ahead, murmuring softly as she turned around, her face sorrowful and helpless.
"That damn old bastard! Don't listen to him!!"
Lin Tian slapped the table and cursed.
"Who the hell does he think he is?! Just because he has lived a long time, he is some great musician? He is probably another old internationalist who looks down on classical music, isn't he?!"
"No, he is a Classical Musician."
"Damn! Then you must have done something to piss him off!" Lin Tian said.
It made no sense.