The sour and sweet taste exploded in her taste buds. Ye Caitang smiled in enjoyment and continued,
"Help me submit my name for that so-called Youth National Piano Competition."
She had not wanted to sign up for such a boring competition.
When Gong Ke'er heard Ye Caitang's answer, she couldn't help but smile.
"Haha, I was already prepared to help you register. Do you think you can run away?"
She said loudly and confidently.
"Ye Caitang…"
"I'm telling you, I must defeat you this time—on this high-level stage—and get the top prize."
When Ye Caitang heard Gong Ke'er's challenge, she couldn't help but facepalm.
"Ke'er, can you not be so childish?"
"Wasn't that merely the children's piano competition?"
"What do you mean 'merely'?"
Gong Ke'er thought of the competition back then and was a little dejected.