"(These cellists seem to have one thing in common.)"
"(What commonality?)"
Connor turned his head, his expression could be described with some fear:
"(They are all musicians who played classical music in the first round...)"
....
At this moment, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, standing on the stage, were also bewildered as they looked at the scene below.
Until these cellists placed their fists over their hearts—this was a heartfelt blessing for the performers about to appear on stage.
They looked at Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu with calm and resolute eyes. One British cellist even pointed towards the statue of the musician in the Golden Hall.
The meaning was clear—
Reach the summit here.
"..."
From those glances, Lin Tian understood.
They were expressing their support for him and Gan Yanyu in the most subtle way possible.
Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile.
As it turns out,
In this arena filled with arrogant white musicians, they were not unknown.
