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Kyoto Conservatory of Music.

Su Bai had already made an appointment to meet with the top figures in the classical music world here.

Shen Qingyue hugged the file bag tightly in her arms.

She glanced at Su Bai, who stood calmly beside her, and swallowed.

"Su Bai, do we really want to go in? The people inside are said to have very strange tempers."

"It's not eccentricity, it's aloofness."

Su Bai calmly straightened his clothes and continued speaking.

"For this animation, we have to get a monster of this caliber."

The two walked through the corridor of the teaching building, where the sounds of practice coming from the music rooms rose and fell.

It's full of various dazzling skills.

Every note serves as a reminder to intruders that this is an art sanctuary where mortals are forbidden.

In front of the mahogany door of an office.

Su Bai stopped and knocked three times.

"Enter."

The voice coming from behind the door was old, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man with gray hair.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and was wiping a crystal trophy.

He is Yan Su, the current vice president of Kyoto Conservatory of Music.

In the domestic classical music circle, if he coughs, half of the classical music circle will tremble.

Yan Su looked up and glanced at the two of them before continuing to wipe the trophy.

"The appointment is for ten minutes. So, would you like to sponsor the competition or invite someone to give a lecture?"

In his view, the reason why animation companies approach him is nothing more than for commercial collaborations that reek of money.

"Hello Dean Yan, I am Su Bai, the person in charge of Healing Animation."

Su Bai sat down with composure and gestured for Shen Qingyue to hand over the proposal.

"We are preparing an animated work called 'Your Lie in April' and would like to invite teachers and students from the academy to be responsible for the music."

Shen Qingyue's hands trembled slightly as she placed the file bag on the table.

"Animation?"

Yan Su's hand, which was wiping the trophy, suddenly stopped.

These two words seemed like something dirty, instantly polluting this art-filled office.

He finally raised his head, his eyes sharp, staring intently at Su Bai.

"You mean, cartoons for little kids?"

"It is an animation art form suitable for all ages."

Su Bai corrected him, leaning forward slightly with a burning gaze.

"We need top-notch performances because the script involves classical music."

That's enough.

Yan Su spoke coldly, even opening the file folder.

He picked up a corner of the file folder with two fingers and threw it back at Su Bai with disgust.

The file folder slid across the table, hit Su Bai's chest, and then fell to the ground.

Shen Qingyue exclaimed in surprise and quickly bent down to pick it up, her eyes instantly turning red.

"Classical music?"

Yan Su stood up, looking down at Su Bai with a face full of anger at being offended.

"Young man, do you know what you're saying? That's a treasure of the human soul, a sacred art that needs to be listened to with bated breath in the Golden Hall!"

He pointed to the doorway, his voice rising eight octaves.

"You actually want to cram these magnificent musical pieces into those poorly made cartoons that only know how to make vulgar jokes? This is blasphemy! It's an utter insult to classical music!"

Spit almost landed on the table.

Shen Qingyue held the documents, trembling all over.

She wanted to argue that their script wasn't a vulgar joke.

But faced with such authority, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Su Bai smiled.

He gently patted Shen Qingyue's shoulder to indicate that she was alright.

Then he picked up the file and slowly dusted it off.

"Dean Yan, do you think Chopin wrote his First Ballade with the intention of keeping it locked away in an ivory tower for only a select few to enjoy?"

Su Bai's voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

"The essence of music is the transmission of emotions, not a barrier of class."

"presumptuous!"

Yan Su was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he slammed his fist on the table.

"A mere animation vendor dares to lecture me about the essence of music? Get out! Take your garbage and get out of here right now! Don't dirty my turf!"

After saying this, Yan Su's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Without making a sound, he put down the trophy and opened his phone to send a message.

Several students passing by the entrance were startled and peeked inside, their faces full of disdain.

"Did you hear that? Someone who makes animations coming to see Professor Yan? They must be out of their mind."

"Tsk tsk, trying to ride the coattails of the classical music scene, huh? Serves them right for getting criticized."

The whispers pierced Shen Qingyue's heart like needles.

Su Bai gave Yan Su a deep look and then stopped arguing.

He knew that prejudice against animation was a deep-rooted disease in this world, and it couldn't be cured by just talking.

"Sorry to bother you."

Su Bai nodded slightly, then turned and pulled Shen Qingyue up.

"Shen, the campus belle, let's go."

......

As soon as the two stepped out of the office building, blinding flashes of light went off.

"Mr. Su Bai! I heard you were just kicked out by Dean Yan?"

"Are there rumors that you're looking to hire top music students from prestigious universities at low prices?"

"Students at universities have described your behavior as a desecration of art. What is your opinion?"

Entertainment reporters, who had already received word of the incident, surrounded the two like sharks smelling blood.

Long lenses and short lenses were practically shoved into Su Bai's face.

Clearly, this was a premeditated operation.

Yan Su not only wanted to drive them away, but also wanted the entire industry to know that Su Bai was an arrogant and presumptuous clown.

Shen Qingyue instinctively covered her face with the document, trying to protect Su Bai.

Su Bai reached out and blocked the microphone that was being brought to his face. Facing the camera, his expression remained terrifyingly indifferent.

"What did Dean Yan say inside?"

A reporter pressed on with an excited question, trying to provoke Su Bai.

Su Bai stopped, looked at the camera, and suddenly smiled.

There was no embarrassment or anger in that smile, only a calm acceptance of everything.

He said that animation is not qualified to talk about classical music.

Su Bai paused for a moment, then spoke through the noisy crowd.

"But I will prove that he doesn't understand what real classical music is."

After saying that, he protected Shen Qingyue, forced his way through the crowd, and got into a taxi parked on the side of the road.

……

That night, the internet exploded.

#Su Bai expelled from music academy#

#Do animators even deserve to talk about classical music?

#Yan Su angrily rebukes the healing animation#

These terms shot to the top of the trending searches at lightning speed.

A well-known classical musician used his Weibo account to engage in extreme mockery.

"Some people get all high and mighty after making 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day,' thinking they're artists now? Classical music has a high bar; it's not something just anyone can get involved in. Support Mr. Yan and uphold the dignity of art!"

The comments section below was filled with jubilation.

"That's hilarious, a toad trying to eat swan meat."

"This old scoundrel Su has finally messed up, hasn't he? Can't he just stick to his healing anime instead of trying to piggyback on high art?"

"The scene is too beautiful for me to bear. Imagine a paper doll pretending to play the violin, but it's accompanied by a world-famous piece. The sense of dissonance is enough to make my scalp tingle."

"Please don't ruin my classical music! I beg you!"

Even in the fan groups of the Anohana anime, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Has that old scoundrel Su taken too big a step this time?"

"Yeah, that's true. Those people in the classical literature circle are so arrogant, why bother trying to win them over?"