"Looks so cool."
Watching the entrance ceremony, Lin Tian truly felt that this was worthy of being called a "national competition."
Not only was the spectacle maxed out, the budget looked absolutely insane too.
Even the orchestra handling the live accompaniment was top-tier.
To put it bluntly,
it was because there were more young viewers, the competition had become more popular, and there were more sponsors.
That was why the budget could burn like this.
Come to think of it, reforming these music competitions did have its benefits.
Lin Tian was still marveling at it all.
When he suddenly realized Gan Yan Yu had gone quiet.
Turning around, he saw that Gan Yan Yu had already shrunk into a corner, frantically scribbling and drawing on her thigh—she looked like she was about to rub up sparks!
"Relax, it's only the preliminaries."
Lin Tian hurried behind Gan Yan Yu and lifted her by hooking his arms beneath hers.
The girl turned around, her teary eyes fixed tightly on Lin Tian, looking as though she might burst into loud sobs at any moment.
"Don't cry. It's not that scary, is it?!"
"No."
Gan Yan Yu tried hard to wipe away her tears and said,
"I'm excited."
Gan Yan Yu looked at the big screen, then at Lin Tian before her, and muttered,
"This really is the Dragon Qin Cup! I'm not dreaming."
"Idiot."
Lin Tian patted Gan Yan Yu on the head, torn between laughter and tears.
"We're representing Qingjiang, at least. Can't you show a little ambition? Bring out the presence of Qingjiang's number one cellist!"
"I-I'm still not good enough. I was just lucky."
"You've lost your mind, haven't you, Gan Yan Yu?"
Lin Tian patted Gan Yan Yu's head again.
This time, he seemed to have used too much