"Chenchen, don't be angry. If you get sick from it, your fans will worry about you."
It's fine if Mr. Xu doesn't give us authorization; we can just use the first half of this poem, we don't need his permission.
Anyway, the Qinglian Hermit who wrote the first half is long gone, and no one has bothered us..."
Hearing this, Lu Yucheng's expression finally softened, and he said:
"I got the inspiration for my new song after hearing the lyrics of 'Shuidiao Getou'."
If I could get all the authorization, this would definitely be a perfect song, but that guy surnamed Xu actually refused me.
"Chenchen, the Xu guy rejected you, that's his loss!"
Moreover, fans like you as a person; even if the songs aren't perfect, they won't mind.
The agent advised again:
"By the way, stop playing games, drinking, and staying up late every day. Spend more time on skincare. The company is already planning your next concert."
"By then, your new song will be released, and your fans will be incredibly supportive. Concert tickets will also sell for higher prices; after all, the fans won't care about that little bit of money."
"Okay, Qi-ge, I understand. Actually, I play games and drink to find creative inspiration, not because I really like it, you know that!"
Lu Yuchen explained somewhat awkwardly.
His agent smiled and said, "You know that yourself, but fans still want to see you at your best, and you should remember that."
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