Yanling hung his head dejectedly, "The teacher said I sing really well. Mom, am I not suited for singing?"
Yan Luoxi reached out to touch his head, knowing she couldn't dampen his enthusiasm, but she couldn't bring herself to say something insincere. She said, "Son, your singing is refreshing and invigorating, it has... um, the power to repel enemies."
If this were ancient times, he might have won a great victory with just one song because his singing was truly so off-key that no direction could be found.
Yanling frowned, "I knew my singing wasn't good. Even Mom thinks it's unpleasant. I never want to sing again."
"Son, if you don't sing, there are other things we can learn, like drawing or playing chess. You don't have to focus solely on singing, right?" Yan Luoxi had long given up on Yanling learning to sing.
In this world, being tone-deaf isn't much of an issue, so there's no need to exhaust energy on it.
