As for the other two presidents, they are not experts in music and are just here to support the occasion.
“65 points…” There was a flash of disappointment in Zhang Tian’s eyes. After all, he was a gold medal composer, a popular talent that all major companies were vying for.
In the Music Guild, however...
"The second one..."
As Hu Gao finished speaking, one composer after another presented their lyrics to him.
As for the current situation, six gold medal composers have submitted lyrics, and only one of them has scored more than 75 points.
75 points is above average, but not perfect.
After all, it took only an hour to finish.
From this we can also see that the on-the-spot performance of a gold medal composer is still of a certain level.
When only Yan Ling and Lin Shiyi were left, everyone subconsciously stopped urging Lin Shiyi.
Because in the eyes of these people, the lyrics written by Lin Shiyi in just five minutes were either extremely bad or just a bunch of nonsense.
Therefore, more people are looking forward to seeing the performance of Qu Shen Yan Ling.
These gold medal composers also want to see what the difference is between an ancient style lyric that was rushed out in an hour and one that was composed by a god of music.
When Yan Ling noticed the admiring, expectant and awe-inspiring gazes around her, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
He enjoyed the awe-inspiring looks from those around him.
With these gazes, Yan Ling stood up and handed over a piece of paper.
Hu Gao nodded slightly at him and smiled.
To some extent, Yan Ling has been designated as the vice president of the Music Guild.
The so-called election assessment is actually just a formality.
Unless there is another music god running for election, that is obviously impossible.
"The words have great ups and downs, and have the charm of a gentleman, not bad."
Hu Gao began his evaluation: "The ancient charm is well blended, which is pleasing to the eye and gives people a sense of being in the depths of ancient times. I give it 90 points."
“Wow!”
I give this sentence 90 points, and the whole audience was boiling.
"As expected of the God of Music, in just one hour, Yan Shen actually wrote a high-scoring ancient style poem with a score of 90."
"If the first round of songs hadn't been announced at the beginning of the campaign, I would have thought that Master Yan had prepared the lyrics in advance."
"90 points, I am now a worthy vice president!"
"I remember Yan Shen is from Shuntian Dahuang Music Company, right? It's taking off. Dahuang is about to take off."
"If a company has a vice-chairman-level member of the association, this company will become the number one giant in Shuntian."
Hearing the heated discussions and praises coming from all around, Yan Ling silently raised his head, with a proud expression clearly visible on his face.
"Listen, listen to this, 90 points, that young man you brought with you has no chance."
Zhang Liang wanted to lean on Chen Baiguang's shoulder and said with a smile, "That's right. He only started writing lyrics with five minutes left. It's impossible for him to win. I guess what he wrote may not be ancient style lyrics."
Chen Baiguang didn't say anything, his face looked very unhappy.
No matter how much he believed in Xiao Linzi, he couldn't imagine that it was almost impossible to write a complete ancient style poem in just five minutes.
The root does not exist.
As Yan Ling became more and more proud, the vice president gave his own evaluation: "The words are mixed with the charm of romance, telling the experience of ancient men with three wives and four concubines, and it is written so elegantly. I give it 85 points."
"Vice President, why are you always making things difficult for me? If I give you 65, you must give me 60. If I give you 90, you must give me 85?" Hu Gao was unhappy.
"This makes me look more unique." Vice Chairman Zhang Jiahao chuckled. It seemed that this was undoubtedly a naughty old man.
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