There was an obvious target in his words.
On the other side, Bai Junze had just finished playing a passage. He sat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, looking completely nonchalant.
Hearing that, he raised his head and looked over.
"I'm talking about you, Mr. Bai Junze."
Mao Wei'ang said in the calmest tone he could manage,
"Since you're here, could you please take this a little more seriously?"
"What attitude?"
Bai Junze was immediately displeased when he heard that.
"I've already been playing very seriously. It's just that this is the best I can do, so don't ask the impossible of me!"
"..."
Mao Wei'ang said nothing. He merely picked up his bow again, clearly dissatisfied with Bai Junze's response.
He raised his eyes to Bai Junze and said, word by word,
"This is one of the last two important performances of my life. If you don't care, then at the very least, don't hold me back."
"..."
Bai Junze looked at Mao Wei'ang and remained silent for a while.
After a long moment, he gave a cold snort and picked up his bow again.
Bai Junze lowered his posture, gripping the cello against his chest. His eyes were now filled with fighting spirit.
"Let's continue, Mr. Lin Tian."
Mao Wei'ang urged Lin Tian.
The young man looked at the two before him, paused, then let his gaze settle on Mao Wei'ang again as he recalled what Mao Wei'ang had just said.
He stood and walked over to Mao Wei'ang.
"Mr. Mao, there's actually a small issue with your performance. It may be part of your personal style, but I think I should still mention it."
Mao Wei'ang's eyes widened at once. He quickly turned toward Lin Tian.
"I'm all ears!!"
"Your performance is too