What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Watching the confrontation between the two sides, the other composers watched indifferently.

They also had objections to Xiao Han, but because of Lin Qingluo's face, they couldn't openly find trouble.

Now that Bai Yingjie is taking the lead, they are happy to watch the excitement.

Xu Qing and Jia Dakang are here. As top gold medal composers, they will naturally look good to Xiao Han.

While everyone was whispering, a group of people came in from the door surrounded by staff.

It was the big guys on the organizing committee.

The hall fell silent instantly, and everyone paid attention to them.

There are senior masters in this industry, as well as big names in other industries.

Xiao Han turned around and spotted Tang Zhihe at the front of the crowd.

He was a little stunned. When he visited yesterday, he didn't hear Mr. Tang mention coming to participate in the competition.

Tang Zhihe followed Chairman Sun of the Composers Association and looked in both directions.

Soon I discovered Xiao Han in the crowd, mainly because they were so outstanding that they seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Seeing Xiao Han's stunned look, Tang Zhihe blinked at him.

I was already extremely happy, applauding the effect of my surprise attack.

This is what he calls a surprise.

He led a team from the Writers Association to participate in the lyrics scoring.

Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo looked at each other and instantly understood the significance of Mr. Tang's presence here.

With Tang Zhihe in charge, the fairness he wants can be guaranteed.

Holding Lin Qingluo's hand tightly, Xiao Han felt relieved.

Glancing in the direction of Bai Yingjie and others, he already sentenced them to death in his heart.

"Everyone present, please keep quiet. Now we have President Sun to give a welcome speech. Everyone welcomes you with applause~"

Amid the warm applause of the crowd, the organizing committee walked onto the stage.

President Sun stood in front of the microphone, looking at the dark crowd below, feeling relieved.

The hundreds of people below basically include all senior composers and above, and they are the essence of the entire composition world.

"Everyone, it's the annual composer competition again. First of all, on behalf of the organizing committee, I welcome you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the host next to him immediately took the lead in applauding.

"We have added some new faces this year. Whenever this happens, I always feel that there will be successors to this career. I hope you will go all out, perform to your own level, and strive to become a god in one battle."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Qing and Jia Dakang in the audience. These two people were the most likely to succeed this year after the association's evaluation.

"Okay, finally, I wish everyone can produce good works and achieve good results, thank you!"

Amid warm applause, the group walked off the stage.

The party officially started.

This is a large social venue.

Composers from different companies and different levels communicate enthusiastically, exchange information, and accumulate network resources.

Xiao Han looked around and saw that except for a few enemies, there was no one he knew.

It wasn't long before he was promoted to senior composer, and he hadn't integrated into this circle at all.

Looking around, I couldn't find any familiar faces except those few enemies.

At this time, the hall was already lively, and they were chatting in groups.

Only Xiao Han and the guests from the program team stood alone, no one cared about them.

Everyone does not belong to the same circle.

A few of them wanted to come over and communicate with Lin Qingluo. They looked at Xiao Han next to her and stopped immediately.

Compared with the excitement around it, this place seemed particularly deserted. Lin Qingluo patted Xiao Han's hand, fearing that he would feel sad.

"It's okay. These people have blind eyes, and they will regret it when the time comes."

Turning her head and looking at Xiao Han, Lin Qingluo had a trace of worry on her face.

Xiao Han smiled at her, but he didn't take the cold shoulder of these people to heart.

Colleagues are enemies. He came here to win the championship, not to please someone.

When the game starts, just step on them one by one.

Just when the two wanted to get their food, the crowd made way for a passage.

Tang Zhihe and President Sun walked towards them.

"Xiao Han, wait a minute. Come, let me introduce you. Old Sun, this is the Xiao Han I mentioned to you, the leader of the younger generation of our Writers Association. Xiao Han, this is President Sun of the Composers Association."

Tang Zhihe grabbed Xiao Han and introduced him to the old man behind him.

"Hello, President Sun, I have admired your name for a long time. Today is the first time I meet you. You are our idol as songwriters."

Seeing President Sun so close at hand, Xiao Han was a little excited.

This old man is the god in the hearts of all composers and the founder of modern music.

"Hello~ I have heard Old Tang mention you many times, and he is full of praise for you every time. Young man, work hard, I am optimistic about you."

With that said, he shook Xiao Han's hand hard.

He has always been encouraging towards good seedlings.

"Thank you for your encouragement, I will work hard~"

Xiao Han was a lot more reserved when communicating with idols at close range.

After briefly exchanging a few words, President Sun, surrounded by staff, walked towards several ace songwriters in the corner.

Xiao Han looked at Tang Zhihe gratefully, and he nodded slightly and left together.

This time I owe Mr. Tang another favor.

When President Sun and his party walked away, the views of the surrounding composers suddenly changed.

People were speculating about the relationship between Xiao Han and President Sun, and those who reacted quickly were already walking towards Xiao Han.

"Hello Xiao Han, this is the first time we meet. I am Li Jie."

The man smiled and extended his right hand.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

If there is one, there will be two, and soon, Xiao Han's side also became lively.

More and more people come to meet and say hello, and there are a lot of contact information on their mobile phones.

Not far away, Bai Yingjie and Xu Qing had dark faces.

They were also muttering in their hearts, speculating on the relationship between Xiao Han and President Sun.

If the relationship is good, then they will have to think carefully before doing anything.

Bai Yingjie winked at the assistant next to him and asked him to find the people around President Sun to find out the news.

Several people stood there, looking at Xiao Han who was surrounded by everyone, their expressions constantly changing.

"Mr. Bai, I found out clearly that President Sun has nothing to do with Xiao Han. The person who has a relationship with him is Tang Zhihe from the Writers' Association. President Sun went over to say hello because of Tang Zhihe's face."

The assistant came forward and reported in a low voice.

Bai Yingjie and the others were relieved when they heard that the two of them were okay.

But they didn't care about Tang Zhihe's words. After all, it was not a system and could not control them.

It turned out that it was just a fox pretending to be a tiger, giving them a false alarm.

The three people looked at Xiao Han with even more unkind eyes.

After dealing with the composers who came to meet him, Xiao Han put down his phone tiredly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After everyone retreated and looked at the people in the distance who were about to move, he pulled Lin Qingluo and walked quickly towards the dining area.

As the saying goes, there is no time when people are satisfied. It is not good when it is deserted, and it is not good when it is busy.

The welcome dinner ended in a lively atmosphere.

Everyone dispersed one by one with their suspicions about Xiao Han.