Chen Mengmeng and Han Xue held the four scores as if they were treasures.
However, they then lost their spirit. After all, at their current level, they could only cover some other songs. They had no experience, no literary talent, and no corresponding level to write the lyrics for these four songs.
They immediately felt ashamed of their inferiority.
It was as if they were holding an unpolished jade in their hands, but their skills were not good. Any additional work on it seemed to add flaws to the natural unpolished jade.
"Brother, I'll return the scores to you." Chen Mengmeng returned the scores to Chen Yun, although there was still longing on her face.
"Why did you return the scores?" Chen Yun smiled and said, "Aren't you going to add lyrics?"
"No, no."
The two little girls shook their heads like rattle drums. Then, they looked at the scores reluctantly. "We're going to practice. The art exam is the day after tomorrow. We're so nervous."
"Alright, go ahead. All the best."
