Lin Hao's words, one by one, like muffled thunder, echoed in the ears, Xiao Yuteng's face turned pale as he involuntarily stumbled two steps back.
He was collapsing inside.
Actually.
It doesn't matter if Lin Hao has learned piano before.
What's important is, the piano is not his profession, let alone his means of livelihood.
And yet, this is the very foundation Xiao Yuteng prides himself on.
It's what he truly dedicates himself to, what he depends on for his existence.
However.
His profession was utterly crushed by someone else's hobby, and not by a small margin.
"Xiao Yuteng, quit your jabbering, didn't you say you want to kneel?"
"Yeah, kneel and beg for mentorship, isn't that what you said?"
"Xiao Yuteng, we're all waiting!"
After hearing Lin Hao's piece, everyone had long forgotten the scene when Xiao Yuteng played. Fifty thousand people jeered in unison.
