C142 Persistently Resisting

"Write a song right now?" Jiang Zhuo inquired tentatively.

Lin Dieyi glanced at the clock and shook her head. "There's no time left. The competition is about to start, and we need to get to the venue!"

"So, what do we do?"

"Let's do this," Peng Xiuxian suggested as he walked into the office. "I have some other compositions we can use in a pinch!"

"Will that work?" Lin Dieyi questioned