"No way, Master, you're being way too hasty about this." Seeing Li Changlin grab a pen and start writing without a word, Yang Fei was utterly dumbfounded.
He knew his master was talented, but talent didn't work like this, did it?
Just now, you said you could barely remember anything, and now you're writing like you're possessed? What the hell?
Yang Fei felt his brain spinning, so he couldn't help but step closer to take a look.
"Writing a song is all about capturing the right mood. And right now, this situation is perfect for writing one for you." Li Changlin didn't even lift his head as he spoke, his hand continuing to move across the page.
In no time, he finished both the lyrics and the score for a song. With a swift tear, he ripped the page from the notebook and handed it to Yang Fei.
"Here, practice this properly. This song is absolutely perfect for you."
"Uh..." Yang Fei was at a loss for words. He quickly accepted the sheet and lowered his head to study it.
