They were not, Lin Shiyi was choosing songs in the music store.
"One hour, wouldn't that kill an ordinary person?"
Lin Shiyi chuckled and thought that it was necessary to let the people around him know clearly what the real ancient style field was.
He rummaged around in the music mall and found a song called "Chi Ling" which was priced at 600,000 reputation points.
No hesitation, buy it directly.
A series of memories flooded into Lin Shiyi's mind.
At the long table, a literary guild president squinted and smiled: "The young man Chen Baiguang brought is a bit arrogant."
"Hehe." The president of the Film and Television Guild snorted twice and said nothing.
"Young man, it's good to be a little crazy." Hu Gao said in a tone of pointing fingers: "It's just that this young man is too crazy. Now it's an election assessment, and one hour is not enough, but he is still wasting time."
Compared with these three presidents, Vice President Zhang Jiahao holds a different view: "I think that the little guy has a calm and modest character. He didn't start writing right away because he is still thinking about how to write the lyrics."
"I think he has grasped the essence of this ancient style and paid tribute to Master Feng."
If Lin Shiyi heard these words, he would probably shake his head quickly. He was just pretending.
As the saying goes, you never know what the ending will be until the last moment.
Lin Shiyi wants to be the last one.
The most pretentious person!
It not only brings honor to myself, but also to Chen Baiguang.
"Vice President, do you think too highly of that young man?" Hu Gao frowned. He did not refute, but he did not agree either.
"Mr. Feng has brought ancient style to a prosperous era. It represents elegance. I don't think a young person can have such a state of mind to write ancient style poems of good quality."
Hu Gao expressed his own opinion: "Besides, there is only one hour. I am very optimistic about the composer named Yan Ling. He just completed the road to becoming a god last year, and this year he started running for vice president. It seems that he wants to take the first road to becoming a god."
The president of the Literature Guild was named Liu Lan. He smiled faintly and agreed: "I agree with Old Hu's point of view. Among the nine people present, except Yan Ling, the other composers are not worthy of being accepted by the public."
The president of the Film and Television Association was named Fan Jie. He was silent for a few seconds before he said, "I don't agree with Old Hu's point of view. Yan Ling is certainly very strong. After all, his specialty is sadness. I don't think it will be successful to blend sadness into ancient style."
"Then let's wait and see." Hu Gao said no more.
The result will tell them who is the one who stays today.
The person who stayed behind became the vice president of the Music Guild.
Time passed every minute and every second, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Shiyi still didn't move at all.
If there was any movement, it was just opening his eyes, looking around, and then continuing to sit there quietly.
Chen Baiguang was almost worried to death.
Although I don't know that Xiao Linzi didn't have a chance to enter the first round, but he should at least write the lyrics, right?
Even if you can't write it, you have to pretend to do it so that you won't lose so badly later.
Just as Zhang Liang said, losing the silver medal to Qu Shen was still a face-saving thing.
"No way, no way, this young man can't even write lyrics, right?"
Zhang Liang said sarcastically, "Little bald head, leave now, or you won't embarrass yourself later."
Yan Ling was writing lyrics and stopped to rest for two minutes. She saw Lin Shiyi still sitting there blankly and couldn't help but sneer:
"Little Silver Medalist, you dare to come and run for election? Just wait for your own autism."
(ps: I recently read the comments in the backstage, and many people said that the name 㹏角㱕 was a bit random. In fact, this name has a meaning. The Chinese character for love has exactly eleven strokes, and if you split the word "林" into two, it is two "木". I don't need to explain what the two "木" represent, hehe.)
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