"Long time no see, Teacher Lin Tian."
Yao Han walked over with a smile and shook Lin Tian's hand.
When he saw Teacher Gan Yan Yu beside him, he put on a look of surprise and said,
"Isn't this Qingjiang's number-one cellist, Teacher Gan Yan Yu, who just won the Parrot Qin Cup championship?"
Gan Yan Yu said nothing, merely nodding politely.
Then she moved behind Lin Tian.
She did not know much about Yao Han, nor did she want to.
For some reason, Gan Yan Yu instinctively felt that, despite both being performers, she and Yao Han were not the same kind of people.
Still, knowing that Lin Tian seemed to have dealings with him in private, she maintained basic courtesy.
"Not that long. Just over a month," Lin Tian said.
At the same time,
because of Yao Han's earlier shout, quite a few people nearby turned their attention toward them.
"(I remember him. That's Mr. Yao Han from China, right?)"
"(An incredible pianist! I watched his recital in New York. Among China's younger generation of pianists, he ranks in the top ten!)"
"(But who's the person talking to Teacher Yao Han? He looks Chinese too.)"
"(He's so young. Is he a contestant as well?)"
"(How come I've never heard of this pianist from China?)"
Many people murmured among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Lin Tian keenly noticed those gazes as well.
He quickly came to a conclusion.
—Yao Han seemed to be quite well-known here.
Standing beside Yao Han would instead make it easy for Lin Tian to draw attention.
However, before the competition had even begun,
Lin Tian did not think that kind of "attention" was a good thing.
So he instinctively took a step back.
But then,
as though Yao Han had seen through his