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"Little bald head, do you have confidence in the stunned young man you brought?"

Zhang Liang tried to get close: "Do you think he can make it to the second round?"

Chen Boguang ignored him.

Zhang Liang didn't give up, and continued to close the distance between the two: "Look at you, we don't have any deep hatred or conflicts. If there is any conflict, it will be when you lost to me in last year's election?"

"Hahaha, but don't worry, even if you lose to me this time, I won't laugh at you."

"After all, the stunned young man you brought was only a silver medalist composer, and what I brought was a genuine composer."

"Losing the silver medal to Qushen, it's not ashamed, and the face is decent, right?"

Chen Baiguang really couldn't stand this man, and said angrily, "What if the song god you brought loses?"

He has seen Xiao Linzi's three TV series.

Whether it's "Patriotism" or "True Heroes" or the military version of "True Heroes", it is enough to show that Lin Shiyi's lyrics writing is no less than a gold medal.

There is even a feeling of being among the gods of music.

However, Chen Boguang frowned again when he thought that the repertoire he wrote this time was ancient.

The ancient style is a relatively unpopular type in today's era.

If that chairman is still there, maybe Gu Feng can still hold up half of the country.

Since he was old, he seldom wrote songs, so that no one in the younger generation can support the ancient style, and he has to rely on an old man who is dying.

After the chairman passed away, the field of ancient style gradually declined.

Juniors, no one will carry this burden.

The music guild chose Gufeng as the repertoire for the election, perhaps to pay tribute to the legendary chairman?

After all, among the four gods of music, only such one has emerged in the past many years.

At the same time, it is also testing the lyrics writing ability of these composers.

Zhang Liang was at a loss for words when he heard Chen Baiguang's words, and then he changed his tone and said with a smile: "Qu Shen lost to the silver medal? Little bald head, are you making an international joke?"

Chen Boguang was noncommittal, nodded and said, "Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?"

"Goose goose goose..." Zhang Liang laughed when he heard what he said. If the environment didn't allow it, he would have laughed out loud.

It was hard work trying to hide my laughter.

A few seconds later, Zhang Liang calmed down that he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and said, "You think it's a matter of fighting the odds? No matter how badly Qu Shen plays, it's better than a gold medal, let alone a small silver medal?"

"Even if a silver medalist composer performs exceptionally well, he can only be compared to a gold medalist. Qushen, that is a person who has walked the road of becoming a god. Little bald head, I will let you see the world today. What is Qushen writing lyrics on the spot?"

After speaking, Zhang Liang withdrew his gaze and stared closely at the field.

He was surprised to find that Lin Shiyi hadn't written yet, and sat there with his eyes closed, motionless.

As if asleep?

Fell asleep?

Next to him, the gold-medal composers closest to him, seeing Lin Shiyi's behavior, subconsciously snorted coldly: "It's so crazy, to ignore the election assessment."

"Do you think you will feel great if you win the championship for several seasons in a row?"

"When the meeting time is up, I want to see him make a fool of himself!"

Some candidates expressed great anger at Lin Shiyi's attitude.

He thought the election assessment was a season competition?

ridiculous!

They are not, Lin Shiyi is picking songs in the music store.

"One hour, isn't this killing ordinary people?"

Lin Shishi chuckled, it was necessary for the people around him to recognize what the real ancient style domain is.

He rummaged through the music mall and found a song called "Red Ling", which sold for 60 prestige.

Buy without hesitation.

A series of memories flooded Lin Shishi's mind.

At the long table, a president of the literary guild rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "The young man brought by Chen Baiguang is a bit arrogant."

"Hmph." The president of the film and television guild snorted twice, but did not speak.

"Young man, it's good to be a little crazy." Hu Gao said in a pointing tone: "It's just that this young man is too crazy, and now it's the election assessment, one hour is less, and he is still wasting time there. "

Compared with the three presidents, Vice Chairman Zhang Jiahao holds a different opinion: "I think that the little guy has a disposition of neither arrogance nor impetuosity, and the reason why he didn't start writing immediately is because he is still thinking about how to write lyrics. .”

"Presumably he has already understood the essence of Gufeng this time, and pays tribute to Fenglao."

If Lin Shiyi heard these words, he would probably shake his head quickly. He just wanted to pretend.

The so-called until the last moment, you never know what the ending will be.

Lin Shishi wanted to be the last person.

The most pretentious person!

Give yourself a face, but also give Chen Baiguang a face.

"Vice Chairman, don't you think highly of that young man?" Hu Gao frowned and didn't refute, but he didn't agree either.

"Feng Lao led Gu Feng to a prosperous age. It represents elegance. I don't think a young man can write good quality Gu Feng Ci with such a state of mind."

Hu Gao said with his own point of view: "What's more, it's only an hour. I'm very optimistic about the composer named Yan Ling. He just finished the road of becoming a god last year, and this year he started to run for the vice president. It seems that he wants to get out of the second place. A road to seal the gods."

The name of the president of the Literature Association is Liu Lan. He smiled lightly and agreed with him: "I also agree with Lao Hu's point of view. Among the nine people present, except for Yan Ling, none of the other composers can be listed on the Daya Forum. Hall."

The chairman of the film and television company is called Fan Jie. He was silent for a few seconds before saying: "I don't agree with Lao Hu's point of view. Yan Ling is certainly strong. After all, he is good at sentimentality. He blends sentimentality into the ancient style. I don't think it will be very successful."

"Let's wait and see." Hu Gao said no more.

The result will tell them who is the role left today.

Those who stay will be the vice president of the music guild.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Shishi still didn't move at all.

If there is movement, just open your eyes, look around, and then continue to sit there quietly.

Chen Boguang was almost dying of worry.

Although I know that Xiao Linzi has no chance of entering the second round, at least he should write the words out, right?

Even if you can't write, you have to put on a show so that you won't lose so ugly later.

As Zhang Liang said, losing the silver medal to Qushen is not bad in face.

"No way, no way, this stunned young man can't even write lyrics, can he?"

Zhang Liang said angrily: "Little bald head, leave now, so that you won't embarrass yourself later."

Yan Ling, who was writing lyrics, stopped to rest for 2 minutes, and saw Lin Shiyi still sitting motionless, and couldn't help sneering:

"Little Silver Medalist dares to run for election, just wait until she is autistic."