Everyone looked towards Shen Bijun.
In the eyes of the students from the orchestral department, there was nothing but admiration and reverence.
However, the students from the Chinese music department felt that her appearance at this moment was so despicable; they vented their dissatisfaction on Yiming:
"She is Yiming, of course she would say Western instruments are better!"
"Using a famous composer to slap our faces, do you have no shame?"
"Exactly, isn't this a blatant act of bullying?"
Students from the Chinese music department were filled with righteous indignation.
Yun Yiheng also clenched his fists, but he stretched out his hand to press down, and there was a moment of silence among the people of the Chinese music department.
It was too hard for the students of the Chinese music department to get ahead.
Some of them genuinely loved it, while others were there because their scores weren't high enough and they were readjusted to this major.
