In the private room, the man being watched didn't beat around the bush.
"I know someone from Earth Bar, a poet, President Yu of the Poetry Club has recommended his poems several times, they are really top-notch."
"The signature I'm using now, the ridiculously insane one, he wrote that."
"Let me tell you———
"Wait." Shu Cheng couldn't believe it and stood up, skeptically asking, "How are you sure this Earth Bar is a human?"
"Because he had written a song before, called 'Stubborn,' which is quite pleasant to listen to."
The man's nonchalant statement reminded Shu Cheng of something, his agent seemed interested in covering a song, also named 'Stubborn.'
Could it be such a coincidence?
Had he inadvertently promoted someone right to their doorstep?
Moreover, how could a poet outperform them, the professional singers?
So you're great at writing lyrics, fine.
You're great at arranging music, fine.
You're great at composing music, fine.
