Chapter 209: No Matter What, We Must Hit the Bottom

"Uncle, hold on, there's one more question."

Look how mean Chen Baiguang is, he even reminds himself of his second uncle.

Chen Xuansi was already filled with anger, and now he was being irritated by Bai Guang's malicious intent. He could hardly bear it any longer.

Originally, he had to stay in the rest area for a few days for observation before being discharged from the hospital.

It's better now, I feel so depressed.

Chen Xuansi now prayed for the last question, and that Lin Shiyi would not make trouble again.

In the judges' seat, Chairman Jing wiped a cold sweat. Of course, he also heard General Chen's words to Vice Chairman Chen.

It's so fucking embarrassing.

If they got a high score on the last question, it would mean that they had to send Vice Chairman Chen to the hospital themselves.

This kind of thing must never happen!

No matter how good the quality is, you have to bite the bullet and make it below 80㵑!

President Jing and Hu Gao looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.

That’s it!

"Mr. Lin, it's my turn for the third question." President Zhang couldn't wait any longer.

From what he saw, Lin Shiyi was no longer young and frivolous.

This little fellow is really capable. Since he dares to start the three-session assessment, he must not only be proficient in the ancestral language, but also know a thing or two about the mysterious language.

Xuan Yu Ge must have been thoroughly researched.

After a while, Chairman Zhang took out the stock that he had prepared in advance without any pretense.

This is a song called "Things happening in a small town".

The translation of the lyrics of Xuanyu into Chinese looks a bit awkward.

If it is sung in mysterious language, it would be simply ecstatic.

Zhang Jiahao couldn't help but admire after reading it: "President Zhang is indeed worthy of being a god at the age of 28. The score of this poem is over 90."

Seeing this, Hu Gao finally showed a relaxed expression, "President Zhang is worthy of being one of the representatives of Xuanyu songs. I give him 95 points."

If you can give him a higher salary, try your best to give him a higher salary. At least it will make Vice Chairman Chen feel better.

President Jing also wisely gave it a 95.

If it was Lin Shiyi, it would probably be difficult to give him 90 points, right?

Seeing that Chairman Zhang's work received an astonishingly high score, Vice Chairman Chen's unsightly expression eased a little.

Xuan Yu Ge, it should be impossible for Lin Shiyi to write high-quality works, right?

Xuanyu songs are the same as American songs. It is awkward to sing them when translated into Chinese, and it is embarrassing to read them.

But when it is sung in their language, the melody is surprisingly good.

Half an hour later, as President Zhang put the music of "Those Things in a Small Town" together, Hu Gao exclaimed that it was a high-quality work.

"I'm full of shit!" Hu Gao's acting was so fake.

"I'll give you a full award too!" President Jing wanted to add more credit to himself, "It's not that "Those Things in a Small Town" deserves only 100 awards, it's because a full award only has 100 awards."

A smile gradually appeared on Vice Chairman Chen's face.

Finally, we got the upper hand.

With so many masterpieces, he really didn't believe that Lin Shiyi could compare with them.

"Are you exaggerating?" Zhang Jiahao frowned. This was a difficult situation.

If the quality of the Xuanyu songs written by Lin Shiyi is average, it would be difficult to compare them with "Those Things in a Small Town".

Just win by playing it safe.

Just barely reaching 80㵑 will pass.

I'm afraid these two guys will find fault...

After all, Xuanyu songs are different from Zuyu and Hanyu songs.

What if Lin Shiyi wrote it according to the standards of Chinese and the native language, and it would be extremely awkward and unharmonious to sing it in Xuan language, and that would be the end of it.

"Vice Chairman Zhang, aren't you going to play basketball yet?" President Jing reminded him.

"I'll give you 90 cents." Zhang Jiahao looked down on this guy.

"Vice Chairman Zhang, if you don't want your eardrum, you can donate it to someone who can help you. Thank you."