Finally, the piano music stopped.
The door of the piano room suddenly opened, and Wen Meimei came running over with a stack of manuscripts, excitedly saying, "Dad, help me write the lyrics for this piece. I think if I use this song for the finals, it will definitely earn me extra points."
Huo Ju, however, shook his head, "Using this song for the finals would be a waste. You don't need a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Keep it for yourself; you could also learn to write lyrics. As for arranging music, I'll teach you another day."
Wen Meimei expressed her concern, "But if I don't pull out a big move for the finals, what if I don't win the championship?"
"Investors these days have sharp eyes. They are good at judging talent. And you must believe in your online popularity; it's all real. I haven't rigged votes for you or given you any special treatment," he reassured.
