Entertainment: I created a flourishing world of entertainment

When there were about 10 minutes left in the time, many voices began to come from Lin Shishi's ears.

Some were relieved, some were tense and sighed, and some were overjoyed.

More is still choreographing itself.

"Damn it, that awesome Lin Shiyi hasn't started to move in 10 minutes?" A gold medal composer was secretly shocked in his heart.

"Lin Shiyi can only become popular on the Internet, and he is nothing when he comes to the music guild." This is another thought of a gold medal composer.

"This is big news. A composer who is famous on the Internet, won four championships in a row, and was tortured to the point of being tortured when he was running for the music guild."

As more and more composers finished writing lyrics, they also began to pay attention to Lin Shiyi, with thousands of thoughts in their hearts.

To sum it up in one sentence: a mere silver medal is beyond one's ability.

"Yan Shen is so strong, there are still seven or eight minutes left, and he is still writing lyrics."

"It's over, it's over, Yan Shen is about to take off, I have a hunch that the words he writes will reach a high score of 80 or more."

"I'm very optimistic. When I saw that this election was a good one, I was ready to accept failure in advance, hehe."

"Damn it, Mrs. Lin Shishi is pretending to be a mother. There are six or seven minutes left, and she is still sitting there. Does he think he is an eminent monk?"

When the last 5 minutes were left, not only the composer who was running for the election, but even the vice chairman frowned slightly: "I take back what I just said, this young man is too crazy."

"The vice-chairman sometimes misses it." Hu Gao's expression had a sense of elation, and he obviously hoped to see the vice-chairman look deflated.

Finally, with 4 minutes left, Yan Ling raised his head slightly, with a relaxed expression on his face: "It's finally finished, I'm going to confirm the position of vice president."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an incredible scene.

Lin Shishi actually started writing.

"Hmph, it's only a few minutes before you start writing, can you still write flowers?" This is the thought in the hearts of many gold medal composers.

"It's just a temporary hug." Yan Ling didn't laugh at it, because it didn't fit her identity.

The silver medal composer who lost the election is the most suitable for the ending of the election.

Suddenly, a fiery light appeared in Lin Shishi's eyes, and his writing speed became faster and faster.

Just like copying lyrics, keep writing the words in your mind one by one.

Time came to the last minute...

Chen Boguang stood outside the examination room, his heart tensed up.

Even he couldn't guess what Xiaolinzi was doing.

Even if you think about the lyrics in advance, it takes time to write them, and you have to refine them.

Time came to the last 30 seconds...

"Looks like it's time for me to announce."

Hu Gao didn't have the time to waste time, he already decided in his heart that Lin Shishi was just cramming, so he didn't mean to wait for him.

"I announce that the first round of election assessment is over, and candidates are invited to submit their written lyrics."

With this sonorous and powerful sentence falling off, Lin Shiyi just finished writing the last paragraph, picked up the paper, looked up at 45 degrees, and said with a smile: "It's finally written."

Hu Gao ignored him, and called the roll in an orderly manner: "First, Zhang Tian, ​​present your written words."

The gold medal composer who was named submitted the written lyrics, and he looked a little nervous.

Although he knew that there was no way to win the election, he still hoped to hear the approval of the president of the music guild.

In the end, Hu Gao scored 65 points.

The vice-chairman's vision is picky and far-sighted, so he barely gave a pass mark, 60 points.

As for the other two presidents, since they are not specialized in music, they are only here to support the scene.

"65 points..." Disappointment flashed in Zhang Tian's eyes. No matter what he said, he was also a gold medal composer, and outside, all major companies were vying for the sweet pastry.

In the music guild, but...

"second……"

As Hu Gao's voice fell, one composer after another presented the written lyrics.

As far as the current situation is concerned, six gold medal composers have submitted lyrics, and only one of them has a score of 75 or more.

75 points, considered above average, but not good.

After all, it was driven out in an hour.

It can also be seen from this that the on-the-spot performance of a gold medal composer is still of a certain level.

When Yan Ling and Lin Shishi were left, everyone subconsciously didn't urge Lin Shishi.

Because in the eyes of these people, the words written by Lin Shishi in only 5 minutes are either extremely bad or just scribbled.

Therefore, what more people look forward to seeing is the achievements of Qu Shen Yan Ling.

These gold-medal composers also wanted to see what kind of gap there was between Gufengci, which was also produced in an hour, and Qushen.

The corners of Yan Ling's mouth curled up slightly when he noticed the gazes of admiration, anticipation, and awe coming from around him.

He relishes the awe-inspiring gazes of those around him.

With these gazes, Yan Ling stood up and presented a piece of paper.

Hu Gao nodded slightly to him, showing a smile.

To some extent, Yan Ling has been appointed as the vice president of the music guild by default.

The so-called election assessment is actually just a formality.

Unless there is another song god running for the election, that is obviously impossible.

"The words and sentences have ups and downs, with the charm of Mr. Pianpian, not bad."

Hu Gao began to comment: "The combination of ancient rhymes is very good, which is pleasing to the eye and has a sense of deep ancient sight. I will give it 90 points."

"Wow!"

I gave this sentence 90 points, and the audience boiled up.

"As expected of Qushen, in the same hour, Yanshen actually wrote Gufeng Ci with a high score of 90 points."

"If it wasn't for the announcement of the first round of repertoire at the beginning of the election, I would have thought that Yan Shen had prepared the lyrics in advance."

"90 points, a well-deserved vice president!"

"I remember that Yan Shen belongs to Shuntian Dahuang Music Company, right? It's taking off, the rhythm of Dahuang's taking off."

"A company that has a member of the association at the vice-chairman level must become the number one giant in Shuncheon."

Hearing the hot discussion and praise from around, Yan Ling raised his head silently, the proud expression was vividly reflected on his face.

"Listen, listen, 90 points, the stunned young man you brought has no chance."

Zhang Liang wanted to lean on Chen Boguang's shoulder, and said with a smile, "That's right, he only started writing lyrics in 5 minutes. It's impossible to win. I guess what he writes may not necessarily be ancient poetry."

Chen Boguang didn't speak, his face was very ugly.

No matter how much he believed in Xiao Linzi, he didn't dare to imagine that it was almost impossible to write a complete Gufeng Ci in just 5 minutes.

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As Yan Ling became more and more proud, the vice chairman gave his own evaluation: "The words and sentences have a romantic charm, and they describe the experience of ancient men with three wives and four concubines, and they are written so elegantly. I will give it 85 points."

"Vice Chairman, why do you always have trouble with me? If I give 65, you must give 60; if I give 90, you must give 85?" Hu Gao was not happy.

"This makes me more unique." Vice Chairman Zhang Jiahao chuckled, it seemed that he was undoubtedly an old urchin.