Xue Rui looked impressed. Gu Muxue really was skilled in all the fine arts.
He had only whistled a tune, and one from the future at that.
And yet Gu Muxue had somehow even guessed its origin?
"Too what?" Gu Muxue asked, her face full of curiosity.
"I'm so sorry to say, but this is my original composition," Xue Rui said brazenly.
'It's from Korea anyway,' he thought. 'They love to steal culture…'
So Xue Rui didn't feel any guilt.
'How can you call it stealing when it's for the sake of art? At most, it's just 'creative borrowing.''
Besides, Xue Rui figured that since he was the first person to ever whistle this tune, it wasn't wrong to call it an original.
"Huh?" Gu Muxue's face was a mask of disbelief.
"It's true," Xue Rui said earnestly.
"Whistle it again."
"I wasn't bragging!"
Xue Rui was speechless. 'Why won't she believe me?'
"I mean, whistle that melody from before again. I want to record it."
"Oh."
Xue Rui took her phone and whistled into it again.
