Chapter 116 Chi Ling
"Little bald head, do you have confidence in the young man you brought with you?"
Zhang Liang tried to get closer: "Do you think he can survive the first round?"
Chen Baiguang ignored him.
Zhang Liang did not give up and continued to close the distance between the two: "Look at you, we don't have any deep hatred or conflicts. If we must say there is a conflict, it was the time when you lost to me in the election last year?"
"Hahaha, but don't worry, even if you lose to me this time, I won't laugh at you."
"After all, the young man you brought is only a silver medal composer, while I brought a genuine song god."
"It's not shameful to lose the silver medal to Qu Shen, but it's also acceptable, right?"
Chen Baiguang couldn't stand this guy and said angrily, "What if the song master you brought loses?"
He had seen the three TV drama tracks sung by Xiao Linzi.
Whether it is "Loyalty to the Country", "True Hero" or the military version of "True Hero", it is enough to show that Lin Shiyi is as good as a gold medalist in writing lyrics.
I even feel like I have become a music god.
However, when Chen Baiguang thought about the song he was writing lyrics for this time, he frowned again.
Ancient style is a relatively unpopular genre in today's era.
If that chairman were still alive, perhaps ancient style would still be able to support half of the country.
Since he got old, he has seldom written songs, so there is no one among the younger generation to carry on the ancient style music, and they have to rely on an old man who is about to die.
After the Chairman passed away, the field of ancient style gradually declined.
Younger generations, no one is shouldering this burden.
The Music Committee chose ancient music for the campaign, perhaps to pay tribute to the legendary chairman?
After all, among the four gods of music, there has only been one in the past many years.
At the same time, it is also testing the lyric-writing ability of these composers.
Zhang Liang was speechless for a moment after hearing what Chen Baiguang said, then he changed his tone and said with a smile: "God of Music lost to the silver medal? Little bald head, are you kidding me?"
Chen Baiguang did not comment, but nodded and said, "Who can say for sure about this kind of thing?"
"Geese, geese, geese..." Zhang Liang laughed like a goose when he heard his words. If the environment did not allow it, he would have laughed out loud.
It was hard trying to hide my laughter.
After a few seconds, Zhang Liang calmed down his mood of wanting to laugh but not being able to, and said, "You think it's a matter of chance? No matter how badly Qu Shen performs, it's still better than a gold medal, not to mention a small silver medal."
"Even if a silver medal composer performs exceptionally well, he can only be compared to a gold medalist. The God of Music is a person who has embarked on the path to becoming a god. Little bald head, I'll let you see him writing lyrics on the spot one day. What does it mean when the God of Music writes lyrics on the spot?"
After saying this, Zhang Liang retracted his gaze and stared closely at the field.
He was surprised to find that Lin Shiyi had not started writing yet and was just sitting there with his eyes closed, not moving a single muscle.
Like falling asleep?
Fell asleep?
The gold medal composers who were closest to him saw Lin Shiyi's behavior and subconsciously snorted, "How arrogant! He actually ignored the election assessment."
"Do you think you're great just because you've won a few season championships?"
"I want to see him get embarrassed in a moment!"
Some candidates expressed great anger at Lin Shiyi's attitude.
Does he think the election assessment is a season contest?
ridiculous!
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