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Facing Hu Gao's humble plea, Chen Baiguang's eyes were moved, and he stared at Xiao Linzi.

Lin Shishi shrugged helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Since President Hu begged me personally, if I don't go back to run for election, it seems that I am as stingy and uneducated as this president."

Hearing this sentence, Hu Gao's face turned black, and he cursed in his heart: "You dog, wait for me. After the election is over, let's see what I do to you!"

Finally, a strange picture emerged in the association branch.

Chairman Hu Gao actually humbly ran to ask a young man to come back to participate in the election.

The onlookers in the exhibition hall were all stunned by this scene.

Who else is guessing who this young man is?

After Lin Shishi walked into the recording area that looked like a large playground, the vice chairman sitting on the long table smiled and brows.

When he walked into the recording area, there were vicious glances around him.

Especially Yan Ling.

As the god of music, he was supposed to be the protagonist in the first round, but suddenly a fool appeared, and he won No.1 with an ancient song.

During Lin Shiyi's departure, the vice chairman kept chanting that ancient poem.

It also gave a high score of 99 points, which is a kind of recognition for Lin Shiyi.

"Mr. Lin." The vice chairman walked over from the table in person, his old face was full of smiles, and asked cautiously: "Does this poem have a name?"

"Chiling." Lin Shishi replied.

"Chi Ling..." the vice chairman muttered to himself, and immediately announced: "Since Mr. Lin has returned, the candidates are all preparing for the second round."

The second round, of course, is the arrangement.

Compose a tune for the live writing of this poem.

As for the vice chairman, he is looking forward to what kind of tune this "Red Actress" will be composed.

At the long table, Liu Lan, president of the Literature Association, laughed and asked, "Vice Chairman, didn't you say that the young man surnamed Lin was too crazy before? Why are you so obsessed with his lyrics now?"

"What do you know as a literary person?" The vice chairman gave him a blank look: "Also, let me repeat, I never said that this young man is too crazy, it is completely nonsense, this kid is bound to grow up After the campaign is over, I want to take him into my family!"

Hearing this sentence, Hu Gao's face became even uglier, as if he had seen a ghost.

Damn, if that kid is accepted by the vice chairman, wouldn't he have no chance to mess with Lin Shiyi in the future?

"The second round, arrangement, will start in one minute." Hu Gao calmed down his mood and state, and announced: "Here, you can arrange music on the spot, just like the first round, the time limit is one hour."

"In the shortest time, you have to compare who has the highest quality song."

"Those who didn't get high scores in the first round, if they get high scores in the second round, still have a great chance."

One minute later, the nine candidates came to the special recording area one by one.

It has to be said that the literary and art association's handwriting is still very large.

Lin Shixi was amazed in his heart.

The recording area in the company is only about 200 square meters in total, right?Even the space in the recording studio is only 60 square meters.

The association branch here is full of exaggeration, spacious enough to be called a stadium.

When Lin Shiyi came to the recording area where he was, Chen Baiguang, who was standing outside and watching here, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "I knew that Xiao Linzi would definitely be able to, even if it takes 5 minutes to catch up. The words that come out can also attract the attention of the audience."

The adjutant had good hearing, and when he heard Chen Baiguang's small words, he subconsciously said, "General, you were not very nervous just now, were you afraid that Lin Shiyi would lose the first round? How did it become like you are in control of the overall situation?"

When Chen Boguang heard this, he gave him a vicious look: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

On the other hand, Zhang Liang came over to make fun of him at this moment: "Small bald head, the young man you brought here is interesting. You don't know the expression on the vice chairman's face just now. You simply regard that ball of paper as a treasure."

Chen Baiguang smiled triumphantly, raised his head and showed off: "I don't even look at who I am, how can the person I like be bad? Maybe I will really get a vice president. General Zhang, don't be angry at that time."

Zhang Liang clicked his tongue and smiled: "If you say you are fat, you are still out of breath. The first round is just the second round. The real difficulty is the second round. I am too full of words, so I am not afraid to flash my tongue."

"Writing the lyrics successfully in the first round can only show that Lin Shiyi of yours has performed supernormally. After all, writing lyrics is sometimes very miraculous. You can finish writing in a few minutes when inspiration comes."

"However, in arranging music, relying on inspiration will not work at all. It still depends on strength. Yan Shen still has a great chance of winning."

Chen Boguang waved his hands and said, "Then just wait and see, he won't let me down."

If it is about writing lyrics, I am a little worried, but Chen Baiguang is not worried at all about the arrangement.

It is not difficult to see from "Patriotism" and "True Heroes" that Xiao Linzi's ability to arrange music is very strong.

Even surpassed the gold medal composer.

Moreover, his previous songs, such as "Ten Years", "The Wind Rises", "Later", "Decent", etc., which one is the worst?

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang couldn't understand the confidence revealed on Chen Baiguang's face: "What kind of poison has this guy been poisoned? A mere silver medal is so confident?"

Zhang Liang thought of Yan Ling as the god of music, and all his worries disappeared without a trace.

Can the silver medal composer overthrow the god of music?

At the long table, Liu Lan, president of the Literature Association, whispered to each other, and asked the vice-chairman, "Vice-chairman, who do you prefer in the second round?"

Hearing this sentence, the vice chairman straightened his sitting position and said with a smile, "Of course it's the little guy surnamed Lin. I want to see what kind of tune he can match this song "Red Ling"."

Only with the lyrics of the song can it be considered complete.

In fact, the vice-chairman was still quite nervous, fearing that Lin Shiyi's composition would not match this ancient style and ruin such a classic.

"I hold a different point of view." Hu Gao ran out again to express his opinion: "In terms of arrangement ability, among the nine present, Yan Ling has the most seniority. After all, he is a genuine composer. No matter how bad the state is, one The tune that was composed within an hour is more than enough to crush the other eight people."

Indeed, this was also what the vice chairman was worried about.

He is now afraid that Lin Shiyi's inspiration will explode, and the fireworks in an instant. After this state, there is no qualified song matching, and such a good poem is wasted.

If there is a chance, after the election, even if Lin Shiyi is eliminated, he will take this kid in and personally help him compose a song that fits "Chi Ling".

Hu Gao's point of view is actually very correct and the most normal idea.

But, you can't stand Lin Shiyi hanging out, let alone for an hour.

The tunes that Qushen compiled in an hour, not to mention high-quality, are at an upper-middle level, and it is more than enough to crush all the gold medals.

Lin Shiyi didn't need to compose it at all, he just needed to mix the song "Chi Ling" from his memory.

Don't say one hour, even 10 minutes is enough for him.

In the respective recording areas, Yan Ling looked up at Lin Shiyi to see what other tricks this kid could play in the second round.

As a result, seeing this, he was stunned again.

he is...

Close your eyes and rest?

"Grass, do you think this is your home?" Yan Ling cursed secretly, thinking: "Do you really think that arranging music is as easy as writing lyrics?"

He didn't bother to remind him that since he got No.2 in the first round, he must win the first place in the second round of composition assessment.