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Zhang Liang didn't sneer, but he liked to base his jokes on Chen Baiguang's pain.

Especially after the people brought by Chen Boguang last year failed to run for vice president of the Literature Association, that kind of thinking became even stronger.

"Playing music does not depend on age, older age does not mean good songwriting."

Lin Shishi responded on behalf of Chen Baiguang, saying, "Being able to beat Brother Baiguang once doesn't mean you can win twice."

"If you can win once, you can win countless times!" Zhang Liang said firmly.

"I want to compare with your people." Lin Shishi looked resolute, with a spirit of not admitting defeat.

He has it in his hands, and he will never lose at all.

"Hmph." Zhang Liang snorted softly, "I have no objection, little bald head, what about you? I'm afraid you'll lose to me again, and you won't dare to come to the elders' gathering next time."

"Compare." Chen Boguang whispered a word, sonorous and forceful, unconditionally supporting Xiao Linzi.

"Then hurry up and sign up, and the election will start in about 10 minutes." Zhang Liang sneered, pulled the song god surnamed Yan closer, and whispered: "I want to see that stunned young loser in the first round Come down."

"General Zhang Liang, don't worry, he won't let him last until the second round." Yan Ling has a natural aura of a strong man, a kind of self-confidence derived from his own strength.

Every song god has their own self-confidence, and so does Yan Ling.

"Mr. Chen, it turns out that you are here, and it took me a while to look for it."

The woman in a suit who was in charge of helping Lin Shiyi get the registration materials just now walked into this spacious room.

When he walked in front of Chen Boguang, he bent slightly and said, "The registration information has been prepared, just wait for the little brother next to Mr. Chen to come over and sign, and then pay the membership fee, which will take effect immediately."

"Huh?" Zhang Liang felt amused when he heard what the woman in the suit said, "Small baldhead, are you kidding me? He's not even a member of the music guild, and he still wants to run for the vice president with my people?"

"Is it a conflict to register as a member and run for the vice president?" Chen Baiguang was very stiff.

"Okay, very good, as long as you don't feel ashamed for a while." Zhang Liang finally understood that Chen Baiguang was clearly playing with them.

Chen Baiguang ignored Zhang Liang, and whispered to Xiao Linzi, "I'll go over and sign up for you."

Lin Shishi nodded, picked up a pen and kept filling in the name on the information brought by the woman, including the account number to be verified.

From time to time, he looked in the direction of Chen Baiguang.

"Bo Guang, you also know that running for the vice president is no joke. The people you bring just joined the music guild today, so forget it."

The president of the music guild sitting at a certain position on the long table persuaded: "Don't embarrass yourself because of Zhang Liang's few words, it won't sound good to your father's ears."

Chen Baiguang silently looked at Lin Shiyi's position, and immediately made up his mind, saying: "President, I have made up my mind, let my people run for election once."

The president of the music guild shook his head first, then nodded again, and then shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, since you young people want to make a fuss, then it's up to you."

The president of the concert is named Hu Gao.

Sitting next to Hu Gao is the president of the Literature Association and the president of the Film and Television Association.

Sitting in the center is Zhang Jiahao, the vice chairman of the Hanzhou Literature and Art Association.

"Vice Chairman, what do you think about this matter?" Hu Gao looked at the half-centenarian leader.

The vice-chairman Zhang Jiahao had a calm expression on his face, and said softly: "When you run for the vice-chairman, you never look at your age, but your experience in music. Those old guys from the Zhongzhou Association have at least gold medals in their apprentices. Composer, which one is not in his early 20s?"

"Can the people brought by Baiguang compare with those perverts from the Zhongzhou Association?" The corner of Hu Gao's mouth twitched, feeling that this old guy was making fun of him.

"Nephew Baiguang, let your little brother hurry up, the election will start in 5 minutes." The vice chairman reminded.

Around here, there are many people of status, and those who brought the election for the vice president of the music guild have at least started with gold medals.

The most eye-catching thing is the song god brought by Zhang Liang.

"Yan Ling is an overshadowing figure in Shuntian, and running for the vice president of the music guild is more than enough."

"We can only serve as a foil, but it's better to come to see the world."

"That's right, I can brag about it after I go out, after all, I'm the person who came to run for the vice president, hahaha."

"Speaking of which, the people brought by General Chen this year seem to be a bit young. I don't know which kind of god they are."

"I seem to remember him... on a variety show, who he called, I forgot."

"It seems to be called Lin Shiyi, right? Wasn't there a "Very Show" a while ago? Then this show was blocked."

"Lin Shishi... Hehe... Interesting, is he the little guy who has become popular on the Internet in recent months? He's so young."

"He has become popular on the Internet recently, but it's a pity that he is not hot enough. Running for the vice president is not just about writing lyrics that catch people's attention."

"Yeah, we have to go deeper into words. If we can't stand the scrutiny, we will lose the battle soon."

There were a lot of heated discussions around, and the topic soon started to be discussed around Lin Shiyi.

Yan Ling naturally also heard these discussions, but he turned a deaf ear to it, just sat in a certain position, closed his eyes, and put his hands on the table in front of his chest.

Two minutes later, Lin Shiyi filled out the membership information and found a seat at random.

According to regulations, during the election process, no one is allowed to disturb the candidates, and if they violate the rules, they will be expelled from the guild.

"The following is the election assessment for the vice president of our music guild."

Hu Gao stood up and announced loudly to the nine contestants: "The election assessment is very simple. It is divided into two rounds. The first round is to write lyrics. You are required to write the songs selected by the guild in the shortest time. During the period, there will be no People bother you."

"The second round, arrange music, and match the words written in the first round with the most perfect tune at the same time set by default."

"Similarly, high quality wins."

"In the first round, you have one hour. Type of writing: ancient style."

"If the lyrics written by the candidates during the assessment period are released without their permission, they will be expelled from the association for life and deprived of their official status."

"Then, the assessment begins!"

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As Hu Gao's sonorous and forceful voice fell, some of the nine candidates began to move around, moving the paper and pens on the table.

Lin Shishi, on the other hand, slowly closed his eyes, not in a hurry, as if what was in front of him was not an election assessment, but a trip.

"Pretending to be real." Seeing Lin Shiyi's appearance, Yan Ling subconsciously sarcastically said.

After speaking, he also started to write.

One hour of writing time is a race against time.

They have to use the shortest time to compete with whoever writes words with higher quality and better quality, which is more intriguing.