No matter how unconvinced everyone was, the competition continued.
After the singer for composer number two finished their song, the device gave a score of 29...
The furious composer number two proceeded to smash everything in his small workstation to smithereens.
"Fuck, is there something wrong with you Mechanical Clan? Are you deliberately messing with us??"
My compositions have been purchased by the state before, and you dare give me 29 points?
Damn it, open this door! I'm done playing with you morons."
Facing his fury, the Mechanical Clan member expressionlessly asked again, "Are you sure you wish to withdraw from the competition?"
"That's right! I'm withdrawing!"
"Very well. We'll have someone escort you out."
Naturally, matters like contract termination fees and compensation wouldn't be discussed during the livestream.
[What? He just left like that?]
