Hearing that, Lin Tian suddenly felt a little less confident and pulled his head back two centimeters.
"Teacher He—no, Brother Chen, can big data be used for this too?"
"Of course."
He Zhichen said seriously, "As long as Teacher Lin provides enough information, I can use several dimensions—such as Teacher Gan Yan Yu's usual dietary preferences, lifestyle habits, and interests—to calculate a confession plan with the highest success rate, tailored specifically for you, from venue selection and outfit choices to wording."
"You're a miracle doctor!"
Lin Tian clasped He Zhichen's hand, tears welling in his eyes.
"How did you know this was exactly what I'd been troubled about lately?!"
He Zhichen's image instantly grew taller in his eyes.
He was no longer that tool guy who only knew how to fiddle with a tablet. He was the best manager—someone with blood and flesh, who understood better than anyone what artists wanted.
"I said it already. Compared to that cold data, I prefer talking about—dreams."
He Zhichen spread his arms. At that moment, he looked like an angel descending from heaven, like Viktor fused with a Hex crystal, even his gaze carrying a hint of divinity.
Of course, that was only how Lin Tian saw him.
In reality, seeing how moved Lin Tian was, He Zhichen suddenly choked up.
So after introducing all that stuff about music, training, and the studio, Teacher Lin had not listened to a single word.
Yet with one casual mention, Teacher Lin became more excited than anyone.
So was Teacher Lin's dream music, or was it Teacher Gan Yan Yu?!
He Zhichen wanted to continue, but he saw Lin Tian raise a hand, signaling for him to be quiet.
His gaze was fixed directly on Gan Yan Yu.
He himself had no problem with it now,