"This..." He flipped through a stack of sheet music one by one.
"What's wrong, Master? You don't like it? But to me, he's a genius arranger. Free-spirited and unrestrained, wildly flourishing, something to be envied..." When Shen Yixin spoke of this person, the emotion on her face was clearly different.
Chu Kong nodded in agreement, "Indeed, very good. He deserves the title of a genius. Who is he? Someone from our circle?"
"His name is Mi Lu. He's not from our circle. He never participates in public performances, and if someone commissions a piece from him, he'll write it if he feels like it and won't if he doesn't. These pieces were all released by him, and I copied them from the Internet."
"Not bad at all." Chu Kong kept nodding, also very approving, "His style actually resembles that of your junior disciple sister's piece."
"Then I'm sure that I and junior disciple sister will have a lot in common."
