Wang Ge was sneering.
A few musicians were also inattentively waiting to hear him sing.
Other than Zhang Yuanqi being expressionless, everyone else had doubt written on their faces. They only knew that Zhang Ye was trying to be obstinate. No one believed that he could compose a tune. Composing? It was a thing that only specialists in music could do! You don’t even know how to play the guitar, and you probably don’t even know the lines of a music sheet. As a person dealing with literature production, Three Kingdoms research, supernatural novels or children’s fairy tales, what sort of tune can you produce!?