Zhang Wenwu left with the composition professors of East Art as if they were flying. Once they stepped out of the Qin Art teaching building, the professors could finally no longer contain themselves:
"What a great song!"
"Who exactly is Lin Yuan?"
"Even stronger than Zou Yu!"
"Saying Lin Yuan is stronger than Zou Yu might not be accurate, perhaps it was an exceptional performance from the student named Lin Yuan. Judging from Shi Cheng's reaction, Lin Yuan doesn't seem to be a very renowned talent in the Composition Department, but we have to admit that the song he composed is really good. Among all the inspirational songs I've heard, it's easily among the top ten in terms of quality!"
"Initial Dream?"
"Just in terms of this performance, 'Initial Dream' is actually better than Zou Yu's composition. After all, Qin Art is still Qin Art. We initially came here to challenge them, but we didn't expect such an outcome. We've made a fool of ourselves."
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