As the saying goes, it's better to offend a petty person than a woman.

Women hold grudges more than petty people.

Lin Rui is now seen as their Achilles' heel. Anyone who dares to bully Lin Rui should just wait for their revenge!

"Wonderful...wonderful...so fitting for the occasion..."

Uncle Qiao, holding the sheet music, couldn't help but praise it.

"Brother, you're amazing! I love this song so much."

"A man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life, my friend. How many flowers did you destroy before you were able to write such a masterpiece?"

"Lu Ye, get out of here! Your mind is too dirty, don't corrupt the young man!"

"Your brother Ye is charming, but not vulgar, Duoduo. You have a prejudice against your brother Ye, you know that?"

"roll!"

Chen Duoduo stood with her hands on her hips, stomping her feet in anger.

Zhong Hanli hummed and sang along to the song for a while, then frowned slightly: "Lin Rui, it's a good song, but it's not suitable for charting."

"Old Zhong, this is clearly a good song!" Chen Duoduo clenched her little fists and was about to tickle Zhong Hanli.

"Duoduo, stop fooling around, you're practically becoming a brainwashed fan of Fusheng."

Zhong Hanli was both amused and exasperated, and pushed aside the flailing Chen Duoduo: "At least in my opinion, this is not a qualified commercial work."

“That’s right.” Uncle Qiao nodded with a smile.

"Uncle Qiao, how come even you..."

Uncle Qiao stopped Chen Duoduo with a look and said irritably, "Old Zhong is right, you're really becoming a brainless fan, you won't even let people finish what they're saying."

After saying that, he looked at the sheet music in his hand again with an appreciative expression: "In my opinion, without the smell of money, it is more like a work of art."

"Is it really that good?"

Luo Qi and Zheng Jing had been listening to the composers' discussion, and while they were surprised, excitement also flashed in their eyes.

They glanced at each other instinctively, their eyes meeting with a fierce spark.

After all, Han Jiayu and Li Mubai are currently auditioning in the recording studio, and neither of them will back down when it comes to who will win.

…

Half an hour later, Li Mubai and Han Jiayu walked out of the recording studio one after the other, while the staff were still busy editing the song.

Han Jiayu stood shyly next to Zheng Jing. Just like last time, the introverted Han Jiayu was both reserved and nervous.

In contrast, Li Mubai's usual aloof demeanor vanished. He now stood next to Luo Qi like a well-behaved student, occasionally glancing up at Lin Rui with curiosity and admiration in his eyes.

Han Jiayu was alright when it came to auditioning this song, since she had just released "Those Years" and had become somewhat immune to it.

But Li Mubai was different. He was immediately amazed by the song during the audition stage and thus completely admired Lin Rui's songwriting ability.

He has released quite a few songs in the past, which can barely be considered good works in this era of pop songs.

Compared to these two songs composed by Lin Rui, they are simply garbage!

"Teacher Fusheng, the editing is complete."

The staff copied the two audio files to the computer.

"Could you play the audio out loud?"

"Of course, our sound system was imported by the boss at great expense."

"Then let's put Han Jiayu's first."

The staff member gave an OK sign, and soon, a crisp guitar intro began.

Music brings spiritual satisfaction through hearing, not through looking at the sheet music or trying to decipher it.

Therefore, the moment the melody began, the impact it had on everyone was many times stronger than before.

Everyone present was a seasoned musician. Han Jiayu's voice, though rough, was delicate. As the melody progressed, it felt as if one had found a peaceful harbor in this materialistic society, a ferry for the soul.

As the song faded, Uncle Qiao slowly opened his eyes, a lingering sense of reverie on his face: "I need to correct you, this song is not a work of art, it is art."

"A cry from the heart, a cleansing of the soul." Zhong Hanli said with lingering emotion.

"I suddenly want to fall in love again." Lu Ye looked at Lin Rui with a touch of infatuation: "Brother, if this keeps up, I might become your brainless fan like that girl."

"Get out of my way! Don't try to steal my handsome guy!"

Chen Duoduo's pretty face turned bright red with anger.

"Play another recording for testing."

Lin Rui ignored the teasing from the crowd, but he frowned slightly without realizing it.