Chapter 115: Writing Lyrics on the Spot
Zhang Liang was not sarcastic, but he liked to base his laughs on Chen Baiguang's pain.
Especially for the people brought by Chen Baiguang, after they failed in the election for vice president of the Student Union, the idea became even stronger.
“Age doesn’t matter when it comes to playing music. Being older doesn’t mean you can write good songs.”
Lin Shiyi responded on behalf of Chen Boguang, saying, "Being able to beat Boguang once doesn't mean you can beat him twice."
"If we can win once, we can win countless times!" Zhang Liang said firmly.
"I want to compete with your people." Lin Shiyi looked resolute and had a spirit of not admitting defeat.
He has a cheat in hand, so he won't lose at all.
"Hmph." Zhang Liang snorted. "I have no objection, little bald head. What about you? I'm afraid you will lose to me again. Next time the elders gather, you won't dare to come."
"Compare." Chen Baiguang uttered the word softly, powerfully and unconditionally in support of Xiao Linzi.
"Then hurry up and sign up. The election will start in about ten minutes." Zhang Liang sneered, pulled the Qu Shen named Yan closer, and whispered, "I want to see that young man lose in the first round."
"Don't worry, General Zhang Liang. I won't let him last the second round." Yan Ling had the aura of a powerful man from heaven, a kind of confidence that came from his own strength.
Every music god has their own confidence, and so does Yan Ling.
"Mr. Chen, I see you're here. It took me a while to find you."
The woman in a suit who was responsible for helping Lin Shiyi get the registration information just now walked into the spacious room.
When he stepped in front of Chen Baiguang, he leaned forward and said, "The registration information has been prepared. We are just waiting for the young man next to Mr. Chen to come over and sign. After that, we will pay the membership fee and it will take effect immediately."
"Huh?" Zhang Liang found it funny when he heard what the woman in the suit said: "Little bald head, are you kidding me? He's not even a member of the Music Association, and he wants to run for vice president with my people?"
"Is there a conflict between registering as a member and running for vice president at the same time?" Chen Baiguang said with a firm voice.
"Okay, okay, just don't feel embarrassed later." Zhang Liang finally understood that Chen Baiguang was clearly playing tricks on them.
Chen Baiguang ignored Zhang Liang and whispered to Xiao Linzi, "I'll go over and help you sign up."
Lin Shiyi nodded, picked up the pen and started filling in his name on the document the woman brought, including the account that needed to be verified.
Sometimes I look towards the direction where Chen Baiguang is.
"Bai Guang, you know that running for vice president is no joke. The people you brought just joined the music club today. Forget it."
The president of the music club who was sitting at a certain position on the long table spoke up and advised, "Don't embarrass yourself because of Zhang Liang's words. It won't sound good to your father if he hears about this."
Chen Baiguang looked at Lin Shiyi's position silently, then made up his mind and said, "President, I have made up my mind. Let my people run for election once."
The president of the music club shook his head first, then nodded, and then shook his head again and sighed: "Forget it, since you young people want to make trouble, then it's up to you."
The concert director's name is Hu Gao.
Sitting next to Hu Gao were the president of the Academic Association and the president of the Film and Television Association.
Sitting in the center is the vice chairman of the Hanzhou Art Association, Zhang Jiahao.
"Vice Chairman, what do you think we should do about this?" said the fifty-year-old man headed by Hu Gaowang.
Vice Chairman Zhang Jiahao had a calm expression and said softly, "When running for vice president, age is never considered; experience in music is what matters. The old guys in the Zhongzhou Association have apprentices who are at least gold medal composers. Which one of them is not in his early twenties?"
"Can the people brought by Bai Guang compare with those perverts from the Zhongzhou Association?" Hu Gao's mouth twitched. He always felt that this old guy was making fun of him.
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