Leng Zimo's voice was very calm, conveying an absolute objectivity.
In front of work, this is just the kind of person he was.
Towards music, he was just that exacting.
What is music? It's the outpouring of the soul, not merely a display of technique.
Shen Xinyi pursed her lips, and though she felt very disappointed, she dared not show it. Leng Zimo was EM's investor, her direct boss, and she wasn't foolish enough to cross him.
"Thank you for the commentary, teacher. Perhaps I was too nervous!"
Leng Zimo indifferently set down his signboard; he was always a man of few words.
"Our 'Emperor Leng' is still so demanding!" Host Han Jun and Ouyang Jing stepped forward in time to smooth things over.
"Let's see Shen Xinyi's score - the audience gave her 199, the judges 35, for a total of 234 points!" Ouyang Qing read out the number with exaggerated enthusiasm, "What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we cheer for the highest score of the evening?!"