The lyricists seated in the room displayed a mix of expressions: some looked skeptical, others appeared excited, and some were simply astonished.
Liang Bai, for instance, wore a look of wavering uncertainty. Listening to Whale Fall, it seemed clear he wasn't lacking confidence in his own work—he was simply too lazy to produce it. To others, this sounded like a free-spirited, indifferent, and dashing personality. But Liang Bai heard something else: an extreme sense of arrogance and contempt. *Inspiration? I have it. Poetry? It’s effortless; I just can’t be bothered to write it. The fame and achievements you all scramble and fight for are things I can reach out and grasp whenever I please. So, what exactly do you have to be so proud of?*
Liang Bai gritted his teeth. "In that case, Master Whale Fall, please enlighten us!" He emphasized the word "Master" with heavy sarcasm. Everyone could see his resentment.
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