"What, now every Tom, Dick, and Harry thinks they can sing?"
Lang Shiyong, with a face full of disdain, muttered, "Don't end up on stage only to be booed off by the audience for being tone-deaf. You should know when I studied vocal music in high school, I had to wake up at six every morning to train my voice. You're just an ordinary person, not professionally trained, and you dare to say you can perform?"
Having said that, Lang Shiyong closed his eyes and sat there leisurely.
Everyone present couldn't stand this kind of person who offered no help yet spewed mockery.
"Lang Shiyong! If you had followed the rules and come to rehearsal today, would we have needed someone else to take your place?"
The Minister of Culture yelled angrily, "Aren't you just an ordinary person who happens to sing a little better? Wrapped up like a male god by a bunch of brainless women. You've been freeloading at banquets for years, playing the big shot!"
