That kind of root is not a mortal, but a god.
"Come on, try it once."
Just as Lin Shiyi finished speaking, he was shocked by the scene of twenty children lined up in a row.
As expected of someone who graduated from a choir academy, he can handle this kind of situation with ease.
This makes rehearsal very easy and there are fewer opportunities for mistakes.
Zuo Lanling, on the other hand, had a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know why twenty more children had to be added.
Isn't this just stealing your own territory?
However, in the following process, he went from being puzzled to being surprised, and finally to being amazed.
The voices of twenty children blended together to create an overwhelming momentum.
Although some children did not follow along, Zuo Lanling, as a professional singer, was the first to recognize the shocking scene in the prelude of the song!
It seemed as if the national will was integrated into it, especially since I was also from my youth, I was instantly pulled back to that period.
The twenty children did not stop until the sun rose.
At this moment, Zuo Lanling was deeply shocked: "Is Teacher Lin a genius? I thought these few paragraphs were a bit forced, now it seems that I was short-sighted!"
"I shouldn't have doubted Teacher Lin's ability!"
Only with these preludes can the climax later be better paved and the aura of the singer be highlighted, making people more likely to sympathize with the song.
Both are indispensable.
When getting ready to get off work in the evening, Lin Shiyi called assistant Xiao Ronger to buy more than twenty cups of milk tea.
After all, the kids had been rehearsing for an entire afternoon and it was pretty tiring.
"I have a feeling that Teacher Lin's new song will be a big hit again this time, and it will be a folk song that is related to my Hanzhou youth."
Teacher Xue’s pretty face was full of anticipation.
Another female teacher came over and asked, "Teacher Lin, this song is of such high quality, are you planning to put it on the charts during the Battle of the Gods?"
She suddenly felt that calling a boy who was four or five years younger than her a teacher was a bit weird.
But he is indeed your senior in music, what can you do?
"Battle of the Gods?" Lin Shiyi shook his head and answered honestly, "It will be released next month."
"Next month?" Teacher Xue stood aside in shock, then came over and asked, "This song is of such high quality, why should it be released next month?"
"Yes, if the Battle of the Gods were to be ranked, it would probably get a very good result."
After all, it is already August, and there are less than four months until the War of the Gods.
December is the season when the music gods compete for supremacy, while November is the month when many composing masters warm up.
At the end of the last season of the year, there were many classics in the Battle of the Gods.
It wasn’t called the Battle of the Gods before, in December it was called the Annual Season Ranking.
Later, because the official media set that rule, every music god had to release a song every year.
December has become a season of competition among the gods, with classics emerging one after another, which makes people look forward to and reminisce.
"I have another song that's even more suitable for the chart gods."
I just want to ask you if you are angry?
Lin Shiyi's answer shocked not only the two female teachers, but also Zuo Lanling.
The boy said it was shocking enough, is there any song more suitable for the gods of the charts than this one?
His brain...
No, he's not brainy!
The two teachers looked at each other, and both read horror in each other's eyes.
Perhaps, this is the little Linzi they know, who appeared out of nowhere in June and has been singing all the way.
Two singing competitions sent a silver medal songwriter to the hospital and caused him to become autistic.
In August, he sniped the gold medal composer and used dimensionality reduction to taunt his opponent.
This is a display of talent!
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