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The little face blushed.

As if possessed, she lifted her hand and pinched Lin Tian's cheek.

Suddenly, Gan Yanyu made a slightly surprised sound:

"Lin Tian, your face is so soft."

There are hard places, but you don't feel them.

That's what Lin Tian thought, but it wasn't sothing he could say to Gan Yanyu on the bus.

He was just surprised and said:

"Huh? Isn't this a normal texture?"

Then, Lin Tian also lifted his hand and gave Gan Yanyu's face a pinch.

Not to ntion.

Though Lin Tian would always describe Gan Yanyu's face as delicately sculpted like a piece of art.

It turns out, when you actually pinch it, it's also soft and you can clearly feel so chub.

"Your face is soft too," Lin Tian said.

"That's different."

Gan Yanyu said earnestly,

"I'm a girl."

"Who says a girl's face must have more?"

"Don't you know? A girl's body fat percentage is always higher than a boy's."

Gan Yanyu explained,

"It's not just the cheeks, but also the hands, knees, thighs, buttocks, and other areas, girls have more fat than boys."

"Ah, I see! Then let try again."

Lin Tian suddenly understood, and then, with a learning attitude, he reached his hand into the slit of Gan Yanyu's snowy white dress, feeling her thigh.

Rubbing back and forth, it was smooth, even a bit cool.

Lin Tian rubbed his chin, thinking while touching.

Gan Yanyu, with a red face, cautiously said:

"Is... is that right?"

"Hmm... let see... but it doesn't seem as soft as your face when pinched."

....

The front seats of the car.

Gao Zhenyang suddenly covered his eyes, unable to hold back a laugh, "pfft".

Beside him, He Zhichen gave him a sidelong glance:

"What's so funny?"

"I just didn't expect... the musician who just took first place in the Golden Hall is now discussing whose face has more chub....."

So hard to hold back!

On their way ho, other contestants are either brooding and regretting today's performance, or should be reflecting and replaying today's competition, right?

But our Moonlight and Cat are different!

Seriously discussing the philosophical question of whose face has more chub....

Hearing Gao Zhenyang say this, even He Zhichen couldn't hold back, almost letting out a laugh.

"This is Lin Tian and Teacher Gan Yanyu, after all."

He Zhichen whispered, with eyes full of tenderness and affection.

At the age when they should be enjoying their youth, they combat with other musicians on the largest musical stage.

Thus, they express their youth in music, entertaining themselves amidst the mundane and tedious training routines....

Thinking of this, He Zhichen felt so emotion.

To be honest, although he always scolded Gao Zhenyang for the constant tricks he played.

In his heart, he was truly grateful to Gao Zhenyang.

It was Gao Zhenyang's introduction that gave him the opportunity to et Moonlight and Cat.

Because of eting these two people, He Zhichen, who had been wholeheartedly taking the position of an agent as a guardian, found the best aning of the profession he longed for.

"...."

"Lin Tian."

Suddenly, Gan Yanyu softly called out Lin Tian's na.

"Hmm?"

The gentle and sincere tone made Lin Tian stop.

"I want to know more about you."

Gan Yanyu looked into Lin Tian's eyes and said,

"Whether it's your past or other things about you... I always feel that I don't know you enough, there are so many things I want to know, just like the chub on your face..."

"I want to know you more."

Gan Yanyu leaned on Lin Tian's shoulder, whispering softly in a very gentle tone.

Lin Tian smiled.

He stroked Gan Yanyu's head, with his other hand, holding her chubby little face again.

"Soon, soon it will be."

It's this Dragon Violin Cup.

Just the last wedding.

Their wish to "get to know each other more" would co true.

Lin Tian too.

There are so many things he wants to learn from Gan Yanyu.

Even though they've been through so much together.

But... it's still not enough.

Get to know each other a little more.

Lin Tian also wants to get to know more!

"Alright!"

With Lin Tian's response, Gan Yanyu smiled like a flower,

"I knew choosing you.... wouldn't be wrong."

The two of them lifted their heads, looking in the direction the car was driving.

The last step.

Only one step left!

...

...

"This article was published on Twitter half an hour after your performance ended."

"Now, it has over 10 million views, it's very popular on Twitter!"

He Zhichen handed the tablet to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian took the tablet, and although the article was in English, his English was good, so he didn't need a translation plugin, he could read it without much difficulty.

The source of the article was a major influencer with 1.36 million followers.

According to the introduction, he is a famous German music critic, a forr dia reporter with over 40 years of experience, and has considerable fa in the Western music world.

The article's title was quite eye-catching:

[19-year-old Tian Chao contestant Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian, with a classical music piece "Turkish March", score 98.15, beating European musicians, taking first place in the division, what should we reflect on from such a painful defeat....]

Whoa!

Lin Tian was shocked in his heart.

This title.... why does it look so familiar??!

Isn't this his favorite "Reflecting Critic"?!

How co there are Reflecting Critics in Western countries too??

Lin Tian imdiately clicked to open the article.

A piece, with a very familiar taste, but because it was in English and used on foreign Twitter, no matter how he read it, it felt awkward for Lin Tian.

[Today, is the darkest day in the history of Western music!

I can responsibly tell everyone that Western music has reached a critical mont of life and death!

In the past, the dominance of European and Arican music around the world might et a historic turning point today.....]

The taste was too authentic!!

Lin Tian almost wanted to cry from nostalgia.

How long has it been since he has seen such a pure Yi Lin style article! This is a gem that has been out of print in China for ten years!

However,

The real-ti comnt section of the article still had many rational netizens:

[(What nonsense is this? Isn't it exaggerated??)]

[(Are you crazy? We just lost one match, just one! You're making it sound like the country is done for!)]

[(It was just a semi-final for cello, it's not that scary!)]

[.....]

Out of curiosity, Lin Tian continued reading the article.

[Just now, at the 2026 "Keller Cup" World Cello Contest at the Golden Hall, Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian from Tian Chao scored 98.15 with their self-composed classical music "Turkish March"!

You might not understand what this ans!

Tian Chao, classical music!

Either of these keywords appearing is unacceptable, yet they appeared together!

For decades, the cellists from a country we've never kept in our sights used a style of work we've long abandoned to utterly defeat us!

"Turkish March", I swear, is the best march I've heard in my career!

And it, completely, was composed by an unknown composer from Tian Chao.

I browsed their previous works, and terrifyingly enough, they have many more pieces of music of this quality!

In places we've neglected, the music of Gan Yanyu and Lin Tian had already beco widespread in Tian Chao and even all over Asia.... one album, "Moonlight and Cat's Collection 2", created a sales volu that is the sum total of all albums by European musicians in the past month!

The whole world, only us were unaware, that across the ocean, such two musicians had already ascended to a divine rank!!]

Reading this far, the author's anger was palpable even through the screen.

[How long are we going to be deceived by such associations and such systems?!]

[We must change! Must.....]

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