Monday, Qingzhou Seventh High School.
The first Chinese exam of the morning had ended, and in the teachers' office—
"What? You want to pursue music?!"
As the agitated voice rang out, Zhang Juan, Class A's homeroom teacher, sprang to her feet and stared at Lin Tian in horror.
"Yes, Ms. Zhang."
Lin Tian repeated himself.
"I plan to apply to the China Conservatory of Music."
The commotion immediately drew the attention of the other teachers in the office.
"Isn't that Lin Tian from Class A? He's always been in the top five of the grade."
"The college entrance exam is only a few months away. Why switch to the arts at a time like this?"
"A student guaranteed to get into a top university wants to pursue the arts? Hahaha, Sister Zhang has it rough."
"Could some art student girl have tricked him into it? Good students who only know how to study are the easiest to fool with pretty girls."
"What a pity. Our school is about to lose one of its main pillars for university admission rates."
Although the Chinese exam had just ended and the teachers still had plenty of work to do,
the sight before them made everyone slow down, and they began discussing it among themselves.
"Lin Tian, do you know there are only a little over two months left until the arts exam?"
"Pursuing the arts now is practically treating your own future like a joke!"
"Can you even pass the arts exam in two months?"
"There are only six months left before the college entrance exam. Every day counts. If you spend two months preparing for the arts exam, how much regular coursework will you fall behind on?"
Zhang Juan earnestly tried to persuade Lin Tian, worrying so much that three deep lines