Zhong Tingyue's beautiful eyes were fixed on Li Yuan. Sometimes, she wanted to dig open his brain just to see what it was made of. How could he write a classic song whenever he felt like it?
"Senior, I really don't know how your mind works, effortlessly writing so many popular classics. Many singers might not write as many songs in their entire lives as you do in a single month."
"You really are incredible," Bai Weixi murmured, looking at Li Yuan's profile. She was beginning to believe what he'd said about his past life.
The Li Yuan from high school and the Li Yuan from university were two completely different people. In high school, you could say his grades were good, his looks were good, and his physique was good. But in university, "good" was no longer enough to describe him. Words like "a rising sun," "dazzlingly brilliant," and "unrivaled" were far more fitting...
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