Professional...professional pianist....
That boy?
The 18-year-old professional pianist who has performed at Qingtian Music Hall, roughly the same age as me...?
Wu Yi's brain crashed.
Damn!!!!
Then, it felt like a heavy blow to the back of his head.
And he was fully awakened.
No, professional pianist, art school audition candidate... how do these two terms even go together?!
At this moment, in the examination hall.
All the invigilators were also stunned.
Completely unimaginable.
That such a level of performance could appear in the music examination hall.
...
Everything made sense now.
Why that boy always seemed so indifferent about everything.
Why he finished the sight-reading test with such ease.
And then, he seemed not to care about the discussions among other art school audition candidates around him.
Even when I went up to provoke him, he didn't take me seriously.
It wasn't that he looked down on me...
Just simply thought.
It didn't matter.
