"Nephew Bai Guang, tell your little brother to hurry up, the election will start in a few minutes." The vice chairman reminded.
There are many people of status around here, and those who run for vice-president of the music guild all start with at least a gold medal.
The most eye-catching one was the God of Music brought by Zhang Liang.
"Yan Ling is a powerful figure in Shuntian, so she is more than qualified to run for the vice president of the music guild."
"We can only serve as a foil, but let's just think of it as coming here to see the world."
"Yeah, at least I can brag about it now. After all, I ran for the vice president position, hahahaha."
"By the way, the person General Chen brought with him this year seems a bit young. I wonder who he is."
"I seem to remember him... on a variety show, who was it, I forgot."
"I think it's Lin Shiyi? Didn't he appear on a show called 'Super Show' a while ago? Later, the show was banned."
"Lin Shiyi... wow... interesting. Is he the little guy who has been making headlines online in recent months? He looks so young."
"He has been a bit of a hit online lately, but unfortunately not hot enough. Running for vice president requires more than just writing eye-catching lyrics."
"Yes, you still need to work harder on the words. If you can't stand up to scrutiny, you will soon fail."
“…”
There were many people discussing the topic, and the topic soon centered around Lin Shiyi.
Yan Ling naturally heard the discussions, but he turned a deaf ear to them. He just sat alone in a certain position, closed his eyes, and placed his hands on the table in front of his chest.
Two minutes later, Lin Shiyi had almost finished filling out the membership information and found a random seat to sit down.
According to the regulations, no one is allowed to disturb the candidates during the election process. Anyone who violates the rules will be expelled from the association.
"Next, we will start the election assessment for the vice president of our music guild."
Hu Gao stood up and announced loudly to the nine candidates: "The election assessment is very simple. It is divided into two rounds. The first round is writing lyrics. You are required to write the song selected by the guild in the shortest time possible. No one will disturb you during this period."
"The second round is composing music. We will match the lyrics written in the first round with the most perfect music within the designated time."
"In management, high quality wins."
"In the first round, you have one hour to write lyrics in the ancient style."
"If the lyrics written by the candidate during the assessment period are leaked without the permission of the other party, he/she will be expelled from the association for life and his/her official status will be revoked."
"Then, the assessment begins!"
…
As Hu Gao's powerful voice fell, some of the nine candidates began to get restless and put the papers and pens on the table into motion.
Lin Shiyi, on the other hand, slowly closed his eyes, neither hurried nor slow, as if what he was experiencing was not an election assessment but a journey.
"So pretentious." Yan Ling subconsciously sneered when she saw Lin Shiyi's expression.
After saying that, he also started to write.
With only one hour to write the lyrics, we had to race against time.
They want to write lyrics of higher quality and more intriguing in the shortest time possible.
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