To prevent Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu, who had just caused a stir at the academy, from running into any trouble on their way back,
Gao Zhenyang personally escorted them all the way to the university gates.
Standing at the bustling entrance of the university, Gao Zhenyang came to a stop.
"Honestly, today's performance was outstanding, but not perfect. The classroom was too chaotic just now, so there were some things I didn't have time to explain in detail."
Hearing this, Lin Tian immediately listened attentively.
"For relatively cheerful pieces with relaxed rhythms, like the Can-Can, and Concerto No. 6 in C Major, which I later had you sight-read—pieces like those."
"The two of you are clearly much better at emotional expression and grasping the feelings of the music. You can basically maintain an exceptionally high standard. I'd even say that if you performed at Carnegie Hall in New York, no one would think the quality had dropped."
"But—"
Having just praised them, Gao Zhenyang abruptly changed his tone.
"With other types of music, though, you're somewhat lacking. For example, sad, heavy pieces, or sweet pieces involving love—your emotional tension is clearly quite a bit weaker."
"If my students could reach this level, I'd already be very satisfied. But for you two, Teacher Lin Tian and Teacher Gan Yan Yu, I think you should have greater ambitions in your performances—do you understand what I mean?"
"..."
Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu both listened seriously.
For a moment, they both sank into thought.
Lin Tian roughly understood.
What Gao Zhenyang meant was that among the pieces they had just performed together,
they had clearly done much better with cheerful pieces than with other types of music.
As for the reason, Lin Tian thought it was because—
their emotional synchronization