"During the Yingqin Cup, I already thought she was extraordinary and had a deep impression of her."
"Isn't the reason you have a deep impression of her because she's pretty?" Yao Han asked, puzzled.
"That's not the point."
He Shumo adjusted the frame of his glasses, pretending to be calm,
"The point is, Nannali didn't have that kind of talent back then...."
"Could it be that the Nannali from before never actually gave it her all?"
"She's truly a natural genius who doesn't even need to try hard....."
Not giving it her all... yet still managing to reach the Dragon Violin Cup through raw talent?
He Shumo let out a long sigh, finding no other feeling except despair when faced with such a genius.
"It's just that I still can't figure out how she suddenly understood and chose such a piece....."
While saying this, He Shumo turned his head and looked at Yao Han.
With a sincere gaze,
"You went to Nannali's dressing room during the preliminaries, right? I know... what did you do?"
