As the melody in the piano's high register began to evaporate, the cello suddenly sank into the deep sea.
Gan Yan Yu's bow trembled on the A string, while the rosin dust on her body formed tiny nebulae beneath the spotlight.
Lin Tian half-closed his eyes, his fingers resting on the keys as he gently touched each one.
And so he played, and played.
Offstage,
the audience grew more and more bewildered as they listened.
An elderly professor on the judging panel had already begun to frown deeply at this point.
"What on earth is this performance?"
"Can a structure this chaotic even be called classical music?"
Out of concern for his dignity, the old professor did not ask those beside him what they thought. He would rather believe Lin Tian had written the score incorrectly than admit that he simply could not understand it.
"That shouldn't be possible. Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu may be a little stubborn in their attitude toward classical music, but how could they make such a basic mistake?"
A somewhat younger judge beside him also said,
"They're the ones who created Symphony No. 5."
Although they had all kinds of opinions about Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu stubbornly sticking to classical music in the competition,
as judges qualified to sit in these seats,
they had their own standards.
One thing was one thing.
But they had never expected it.
Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu, who had always been reliable when it came to classical music, had produced something this abstract this time.
At this moment,
Zhang Dong, who was watching the livestream, also noticed that something was wrong with the music.
"This isn't right. Is this classical music?"
Zhang Dong was practically losing confidence in himself.
No matter how he listened,