"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a copy of the song "Later" from the Earth Database."
Soon, the lyrics of "Later" appeared in Lin Shiyi's mind, including articulation, pronunciation and other professional knowledge memories imprinted in his mind.
"If I had listened to more songs in my previous life, I wouldn't have to rely on the Tong system when I traveled through time." Lin Shiyi's mood began to fluctuate and he was no longer depressed. Qi saw hope for him.
Although he had only heard "Later" a few times in his previous life and didn't remember the lyrics very clearly, he knew that this song swept all major music charts when it was released.
When you first hear the song, you don’t understand the meaning, but when you hear it again, you’ve become one with the song.
This song is most suitable for charting, especially during graduation season, which is the peak period for couples to break up.
"Warm reminder: If the host wants to purchase or customize songs in the traditional Earth Mall in the future, a certain reputation is required."
“Warm reminder: Reputation can be accumulated with a certain level of popularity. You can accumulate reputation by publishing popular songs and becoming well-known.”
Sweeping away his despair, Lin Shiyi washed his face and hurried out of the bathroom.
He couldn't wait to find singers for auditions, and there were still three days left until the start of the season, so there was still time!
Lin Shiyi is confident that with the quality of "Later", when it is released this season, it will at least be in the top ten or even in the top ten on the charts of major music platforms.
He no longer has to worry about being at the bottom of the performance list next month!
When he returned to his desk, the clerk sitting next to him laughed: "Oh, you went to the toilet eleven times and spent so much time there. Did you cry in there and then wash your face to cover it up?"
The composer Kaikou holds a very high status in the composition department. Among the songs he has released since he started working, three of them were big hits and were once in the top ten of the seasonal best-selling lists of major music platforms.
If two more songs become hits, Zhou Shan will become a silver medal composer.
"Zhou Shan, please don't discourage him. He might be in a very bad mood right now. What if he quits his job because of your discouragement?"
The man who spoke was named Fang Jie. He had released more than ten songs since he started his career, four of which were big hits. If another song became popular, he would be promoted to a silver medal composer by his company.
The silver medal composer needs to have a big hit among your works.
How many composers are stumped by this rigid standard?
Normally, having one or two hit songs is already a burst of inspiration, and it also shows the quality of a silver medal composer.
"Huh? This is..." Fang Jie picked up a piece of white paper from the trash can and was attracted by the content on it: "Eleven is still self-aware. He has already written a resignation letter in advance. It's just that you threw it in the trash can, which is wrong of you."
After saying that, he folded the resignation letter and placed it intact in the most conspicuous place on Lin Shiyi's desk, for fear that others would not see it.
"It looks a bit pitiful."
"Fang Jie, Zhou Shan, aren't you going to be promoted to silver medal composers soon? How about you help him compose a song?"
Lin Shiyi had become a joke in the composing department, a topic for the staff to relax and joke about.
"It just so happens that I composed a piece of music at the beginning of the month. I was going to throw it away as a scrap. If you call me Senior, I will give it to you."
Zhou Shan had a bad look on his face, and his smile gradually became more ferocious. In his opinion, Lin Shiyi treated his scrapped manuscript as a treasure.
However, Lin Shiyi's face remained calm, with none of the discouragement and depression he had before, and he ignored it.
Under the gaze of all his colleagues, he gradually walked away and left the composition department. He had to quickly find singers for auditions, otherwise he would not be able to make it in time for next month's adult season.
"Hmph, just pretending." Zhou Shan snorted.
"What right does a small composer like him have to put on airs? I can't wait to give him a good beating in the season."
Fang Jie also couldn't stand Lin Shiyi's indifferent look.
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