"Listen here, Yuan Yuan. You must look at the music score carefully and keep practicing; then you'll be able to play well. Just follow the music score and your musician's heart, and you should be able to play it perfectly..."
"You're not playing correctly again! How many times do I have to repeat myself? No sleep for you until you get it right! It's already written clearly on the music score, take a better look!"
Whenever Gu Yuan shuts his eyes, he would hear his late mother's teachings, reminding him of his glorious, yet dark past.
"Gu Yuan got the first place again... After all, his mother is a famous musician; it must be in his genes!"
"His glasses were almost touching the music score, is he trying to cover up his wound?"
"How does he play if he has to practice seven to eight hours per day? Not everyone can take that kind of stress..."
"He looked a machine! A humanoid metronome!
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