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Kyoto Conservatory of Music, corridor of the practice room.

Normally, this place is filled with the monotonous sounds of etudes, but right now, several students carrying their violin cases are excitedly gathered together.

"Holy crap, listen to that slide, it's so wild!"

"Yeah, I got goosebumps!"

"Who played this background music? It's completely unconventional, but the sense of dynamism it evokes is absolutely amazing!"

Several students were engrossed in their discussion, completely unaware of the end of the corridor behind them.

An old man walked over with a gloomy face.

"You're neglecting your studies! Instead of practicing the piano, you're all gathered together watching some random nonsense!"

A stern rebuke startled several students so much that they almost threw their phones away.

"Vice Dean Yan!" The group of people turned pale and quickly stood up straight.

Yan Su stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the students like a hawk, finally settling on the phone whose screen was still lit up.

The animated promotional video was paused on the screen.

"Hmph, that healing animation again?"

Yan Su frowned, his eyes filled with disgust.

"I kicked that arrogant Su Bai out before, but it seems he hasn't learned his lesson."

One of the bolder students whispered.

"Dean, actually, even though it's an animated film, the violin playing is quite charming."

"Does it smell?"

Yan Su sneered and snatched the phone away.

"I'll see what it tastes like!"

He pressed play.

Lin Xi's signature piano music flowed out instantly.

As a leading figure in Chinese classical music, he has almost obsessive requirements for pitch, rhythm, and technique.

In his view, the background music for these cartoons made for children is nothing more than a perfunctory work by electronic synthesizers and a few mediocre musicians.

However, when the first tremolo sounded, Yan Su's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

But this is not because of appreciation.

"Nonsense! This is utter nonsense!"

Yan Su's face visibly flushed red after listening for less than half a minute; he was furious.

This reminded him of Lin Xi, a student he looked down upon.

The same kind of random playing.

He pointed at the phone screen, his fingers trembling.

"Listen to this bowing, the pressure is completely out of control! Listen to this overflowing emotion! Is this playing music? This is clearly venting! This is treating elegant classical music as an emotional dumping ground!"

Yan Su's angry roar echoed in the corridor of the music room.

The students were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe and could only lower their heads and endure the scolding.

Yan Su shoved the phone back into the student's hand.

"This kind of thing doesn't even deserve to be called music! It's noise! ​​It's garbage!"

This scene wasn't unique to Moyin.

With the viral spread of the "April" PV.

This controversial soundtrack quickly sparked a tsunami in the music industry.

Those orthodox classical musicians who are deeply influenced by academic education almost always frown upon hearing Lin Xi's performance.

In their rigorous evaluation system, Lin Xi's performance was full of flaws.

Excessive emotional intensity leads to an unstable rhythm, and an overly strong personal style obscures the original structure of the score.

That evening, Yan Su posted a long article on his verified Weibo account, with a title that was scathing and incisive.

Please do not desecrate high art with cheap sentimentality.

In the article, Yan Su, from an extremely professional perspective, thoroughly criticized the background music in the PV.

He vehemently criticized this practice of sacrificing musical rigor to match the animation visuals, calling it a cheap, attention-seeking garbage.

It also directly named Su Bai's production team as nouveau riche who don't understand art.

Yan Su's influence was enormous.

As soon as the article was published, countless pretentious music bloggers and academic teachers and students forwarded it and took sides.

"Old Yan is right! This piece of music is giving me OCD. Only laymen would find it pleasant to listen to."

"Animation is animation; why try to piggyback on classical music? Now it's backfired, hasn't it?"

"This kind of performance is simply not worthy of being considered high art."

In no time, the hashtag #YanSuAngrilyCriticizesYourLiesInApril# once again topped the trending searches.

……

The meeting room of Healing Animation Co., Ltd.

Shen Qingyue frowned as she looked at Yan Su's long article on the tablet, then looked up at the man in the main seat.

Su Bai was sitting with his legs crossed, his face showing no anger whatsoever, but rather a playful smile on his lips.

"You old scoundrel Su, you can still laugh?"

Shen Qingyue slammed her hand on the table, her tone urgent.

"Yan Su is a leading figure in the industry. If he criticizes us so publicly, our reputation will be ruined! Now many people online are following suit and criticizing us for not understanding music."

"Scold them? Why should we be afraid of their scolding?"

"Don't you understand yet? Yan Su is helping us get a free GG (game over)."

"Who would want a guy like this?!" Shen Qingyue exclaimed in frustration.

Su Bai smiled and shook his head at Shen Qingyue.

"Art is inherently subjective."

"For someone like Yan Su, music must follow the rules. Any deviation is considered a grave offense."

At this point, Su Bai's smile deepened, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"But for the average audience, what is music? It's resonance, it's an outlet for emotions."

"Lin Xi's piano playing does have flaws; technically, it is not as perfect as those of the masters. But it is precisely because of those flaws that it has soul."

Su Bai walked to Shen Qingyue's side, swiped his finger on the tablet screen, and flipped to the other side of the comments section.

Those were comments from ordinary netizens.

"Although I don't know anything about classical music, I inexplicably started crying when I listened to this piece."

"What do you mean by blasphemy? Good music is music that moves people! Has that old man Yan never been in love in his life?"

"Support Su the old scoundrel! Who cares about professionalism, as long as it sounds good, that's all that matters!"

Su Bai pointed to these comments.

"See that? That's what you call a solid foundation of public support."

Shen Qingyue looked at the supportive comments, lost in thought.

"You mean this can actually expand your network?"

Su Bai snapped his fingers in satisfaction.

"Yes! Look at our PV, the classical music community and the general public are all here. They'll click on the video whether they want to criticize us or defend us."

As if to confirm Su Bai's words, Lin Xi suddenly pushed open the door and entered, her face full of excitement.

"President Su! The PV has surpassed 10 million views! And the comment section under Yan Su's Weibo post has been flooded! Our fans and casual netizens have taken him down!"

Su Bai was not surprised at all, and simply nodded.

"Alright, let's ignore the online flame wars and just keep the buzz going. Since Dean Yan is being so kind as to give us this kind of attention, we should take advantage of it."

Shen Qingyue looked into Su Bai's eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

She suddenly realized that Yan Su was not even a joke in Su Bai's eyes.