Fake—
For a moment, Lin Tian did not know whether Tuoba Jianhui meant the students' reactions were fake,
or that their love for Classical Music was fake.
"What do you mean, fake?" Lin Tian asked.
"They are not as pure as they appear to be. In truth, their passion does not come from your music itself. Perhaps it comes more from idolizing your identities."
"No way."
Hearing Tuoba Jianhui say that, Gan Yan Yu was the first to react with resistance.
"Their eyes were clearly genuine."
"That is exactly what worries me."
"..."
Tuoba Jianhui set his teacup back on the table and let out a soft sigh.
"At the end of the day, this is merely part of young people chasing a culture that gives them self-identification. Most of them do not even know why they are studying Classical Music."
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Lin Tian put aside his carefree spectator mindset and asked seriously.
"We are already sitting here. There is no need to beat around the bush anymore, right?"
Lin Tian had noticed it long ago.
From inviting them onto campus, to the classroom performance, to having the two of them sit in his home for tea—
this old man seemed to have been holding something in all along, something he urgently wanted to convey to Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu, yet could not tell them directly when they first met.
Instead, only after going through everything from the campus to the classroom and then to his home
could Tuoba Jianhui finally speak at length.
This entire process had merely been preparation for what Tuoba Jianhui was about to say.
"..."
Seeing Lin Tian's serious expression,
Tuoba Jianhui smiled for once.
"You brat... you really have not disappointed me."
Although he still harbored