Yang Yifan¡¯s words opened a window for her, instantly making Lin Xi¡¯s thoughts well up.
Yang Yifan is right.
Yanjing is also an ancient city.
Writing about the ¡°scenery¡±, ¡°objects¡± and ¡°folk customs¡± of Yanjing is not a digression!
I have an idea!
Yang Yifan was suddenly shocked.
"Teacher Lin, what do you plan to write?"
"Folk ballads, this time I want to write ballads"
? Ballad!
When Yang Yifan heard this, his eyes widened instantly.
Ballads are not pop songs.
It is very difficult to write well.
"Teacher Lin, are you sure?"
"Yeah, very sure."
As Lin Xi spoke, he unscrewed the pen cap and started writing quickly.
Song name: Anhe Bridge
Let me see you again
From south to north
Like eyes blinded by the Fifth Ring Road
Please tell me again
About that day
The girl holding the box
And the man wiping sweat
I know? Those summers
Just like youth, you can¡¯t come back
The only thing that can replace dreams is reluctance
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¡°Swiss, swish, swish¡¡±
Lin Xi was writing furiously, and the tip of the pen scraped across the paper, making a rustling sound.
Yang Yifan¡¯s originally uneasy mood gradually calmed down.
He stared at the lyrics with his eyes widened.
He had a strong feeling that just by relying on these lyrics, he could compete with Su Lang
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? One minute, two minutes, three minutes
"Done~"
Soon, Su Lang finished composing the music.
Shen Dongkun jumped up immediately.
"Fireworks get cold easily"
Shen Dongkun¡¯s eyelids twitched. There was no hint of ¡°ancient city¡± in the title of the song.
However, this time, Shen Dongkun did not yell.
After the lesson of "The Crow", he has completely understood.
Song titles sometimes don¡¯t mean anything.
The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world
The dream is cold, and there are several love debts in my life
If you default to life, death, etc.
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It¡¯s raining? The old hometown has deep vegetation
I heard that you are always alone
The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots
What echoes on the stone slab is ¡°wait a little longer¡¡±
Ancient style!
This is a real ancient song.
From fashion to ancient style, is there anything Mr. Su doesn¡¯t know how to do?
"Mr. Su, you are so awesome."
Shen Dongkun couldn't help but admired in his heart.
Su Lang is like an iceberg carrying the sea below.
Whenever you feel like you¡¯ve seen the entirety of the iceberg.
In fact, that is just the tip of the iceberg.
"Dongkun"
"Here I am."
¡°You can just stop singing this song and I¡¯ll do it myself.¡±
Su Lang said.
It¡¯s the last round, and Su Lang plans to make a killing blow.
Shen Dongkun:? ? ?
Wait, what did he hear?
Su Lang plans to play in person.
this¡¡
Shen Dongkun was stunned on the spot.
After a while, he finally came back to his senses.
"Mr. Su, do you mean to say that you want to sing it yourself?"
"Well, I quite like the ancient style."
Su Lang smiled and nodded.
Shen Dongkun: ""
"Wait a minute, he felt that Su Lang didn't understand what he meant.
He means, can Su Lang sing?
But after thinking about it, forget it, Shen Dongkun didn't say it out loud.
There is no other way. Who made Su Lang the boss of his immediate boss?
The boss wants to have a little fun and show off, what can he, a younger brother, say?
Of course I fully support it!
Time passes by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye,?Go for about 20 minutes.
Seeing that the half-hour time limit is getting closer and closer!
Whether it¡¯s in the audience or the audience in front of the TV.
They all started to get restless.
"Wori, I see Lin Xi is still writing, maybe she can't finish it."
"It is indeed very difficult to use an ancient city as the theme, and the half-hour creation time is indeed too short. Not to mention composing the music, even the lyrics may not be written."
"In that case, why did Mr. Su only spend ten minutes to resolve the battle?"
""
In an instant, the entire crowd fell silent.
It¡¯s not that they don¡¯t want to say it, it¡¯s that they don¡¯t know what to say at the moment.
"Why? Why else? Because Mr. Su is awesome."
"Mr. Su is a god, the ceiling of the music industry."
"You must not use Mr. Su as a standard to measure others, otherwise others will be very hurt."
""
After a brief silence, Weibo exploded.
In the first round, Su Lang completed "Young Chinese Story" in five minutes.
In the second round, Su Lang completed "The Crow" in three minutes
Now, facing the third round, Su Lang spent a full ten minutes. Isn't this a disguised explanation that the question is very difficult?
Isn¡¯t it normal that Lin Xi can¡¯t finish it?
No one is optimistic about Lin Xi, even Lin Xi¡¯s original fans have a look of frustration.
There is nothing we can do, now there are only 2 minutes left before the allotted time.
But Lin Xi was still writing furiously, with no intention of stopping.
The results are already obvious.
She does not have the ability to complete lyrics and music within the specified time.
Lin Xi will definitely be defeated!
Auditorium
Zhou Chen clenched his fists tightly, and veins popped out on his forehead.
At this moment, the anger in his heart was like a volcano that was ready to erupt at any time.
If Lin Xi made the song.
¡° Then relying on the relationship between Wang Shan and Zhang Hui, they still have the possibility of winning.
But now, Lin Xi can¡¯t even write a song.
¡°Then you¡¯re talking about a chicken.
It was directly judged as a loss!
"What the hell is Lin Xi doing?"
"Can't you write such a simple question?"
"She is still one of the top creators in the country. She is such nonsense!"
Zhou Chen gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
Huo Xi: ""
She really wanted to say something.
But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them.
This guy, is Lin Xi incompetent?
It¡¯s not!
As a top songwriter in China, Lin Xi has composed more than a dozen golden songs.
Her strength is beyond doubt.
However, it was very unfortunate that Lin Xi met Su Lang.
Su Lang is so damn strong.
"You can compose a golden song in three to five minutes. Even if a god comes here, you can only feel inferior to yourself."
Looking at Lin Xi silently, Huo Xi gritted his teeth.
The only thing she can do now is to cheer for Lin Xi silently from the bottom of her heart.
"Lin Xi, I believe you can create miracles!"
Half an hour passed quickly.
Dong Ran walked to the center of the stage again.
"Dear viewers, welcome back, I am the host Dong Ran."
"Half an hour has passed, Mr. Su has finished composing the song."
"And Teacher Lin hasn't finished it yet, so"
Dong Ran said, a look of regret flashed across his face.
The creation time for the third round is only half an hour, and Lin Xi knows that he has not finished the creation yet.
According to the rules, Lin Xi was directly awarded the loss.
"I finished!"
The moment Dong Ran finished speaking.
Lin Xi suddenly stood up.
She dropped the pen and said seriously: "I'm done!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com