"Don't worry, even if you sang one song every day, it still wouldn't beat so many high-quality songs. People aren't deaf; they can tell the difference between good and bad songs, right?"
Liu Wei said nonchalantly.
"Well said," Manager Zhou remarked with deep feeling.
Listening to a good song can truly bring joy to one's mind and body.
However, listening to a bad song is very likely to cause physical discomfort.
"Hey, do you guys think another singer will announce a new song release later?"
Suddenly, Jue Lun had an idea and voiced his thoughts.
Upon hearing this, the other three were all taken aback.
Jue Lun continued, "It's been like this for the first three days, and it'll probably be the same today, right?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Liu Wei was the first to reject it.
"If that's really the case, I'll treat you all to a big meal," Zhang San boasted.
"Well, although I hope so, it's obviously not very realistic."
Manager Zhou shook his head.
"What a coincidence that singers have released songs for four consecutive nights, and all of them are of this high quality."
"Unless the Chinese music scene at its peak is recreated, it is absolutely impossible."
Upon hearing that none of the three were optimistic, Jue Lun helplessly pursed his lips.
Suddenly.
Unwittingly, Jue Lun saw the news on Weibo and a bright smile appeared on his face.
Then, he replied in the group:
"Nothing is impossible in this world."
"Go look at Weibo, and a miracle has happened!"
Upon hearing this, the three of them opened Weibo, and when they saw the latest trending topic, their jaws dropped in astonishment.
At this moment, only one sentence echoed in the minds of the three:
"The trump card has arrived!"
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