Not Interested in Men

After taking a deep breath, Fei Yuyan began playing the zither again with Yuan, trying her best to synchronize her music with his, but alas, she stopped playing again somewhere in the middle of the song.

'This is too difficult!' Fei Yuyan cried inwardly with her back soaked in sweat despite barely practicing.

"It's okay, we can start again and do this until you can finish the song," Yuan said to her in a soothing tone, almost like he was trying to make her feel better.

However, Fei Yuyan shook her head and said, "Then that would make this entire practice pointless! If I cannot follow the judge after one try, I'll immediately fail!"

"But if you don't practice, how will you improve? It's called 'practice' for a reason."

"That's easy for a genius like you to say…" Fei Yuyan sighed.