Lin Zhi clicked his tongue as he looked at his useless teammates. "So, none of you have experience in producing a song? Not even writing one?"
"No," Steel said. "I have experience in making choreography, though. I can help with that," he suggested.
"How about you?" he asked Johnny.
"I also don't have any experience with it," the trainee honestly said. "I've written poems before, but have never really produced a song."
These teammates were truly useless.
Lin Zhi shook his head in disappointment. He tried hard not to show his disappointment, though. The finale was coming up, and if he wanted to retain his rank, he had to keep his image squeaky clean.
"Don't arise any suspicion," the words of his commander echoed in the back of his mind.
Just then, Lin Zhi thought of a brilliant idea—something that would establish his reputation as a talented trainee.
