Qiao Xi slowly walked up to the stage. "Everyone knows that I didn't enter the finals before this. Moreover, I haven't played the violin much in the past three years, so my standard is still the same as it was three years ago. If I don't perform well, I hope Mr. Zhao and Miss Yao won't be disappointed and save me some dignity. Is that alright?"
Zhao Qinghui smiled disdainfully. "Miss Qiao, don't worry. I'm a judge. Everything I say represents professional judgment. There's no doubt about that."
His words were ambiguous. He did not say that he would not criticize Qiao Xi. He only knew how to give professional comments. Even if he said harsh words, it was because of his professionalism in music and not because of her.
Moreover, he was very sure that Qiao Xi's standard was absolutely not comparable to Yao Mengqing's.
