All-rounder Artist-Chapter 872 - 823 The Best of Chinese Style_2

After all, this is Lu Sheng, the Maestro among maestros.

Defeating him without using trump cards was essentially impossible.

But if Lin Yuan used the song he had prepared for the Battle of the Gods, what would he do at the end of the year?

You should know.

At the end of the year, the opponents Lin Yuan was about to face might be on the same level as Lu Sheng.

What if he didn't use his trump card?

Then losing in November would be even more painful.

It was a paradox.

In November and December, there were wolves in front and tigers behind.

That was Yang Zhongming and Zheng Jing's worry.

So they approached Lu Sheng, hoping he would step back and not force Lin Yuan to reveal his trump card prematurely.

"..."

Realizing this,

Lin Yuan felt both amused and a little helpless.

He could completely understand their worries and was even touched, as their concerns were entirely reasonable from a conventional line of thinking.

The one that was unreasonable was himself.

More precisely, it was the System.

Indeed, in November and December, there were wolves in front and tigers behind.

However, the premise considered by these three was entirely mistaken.

It was true there were wolves and tigers,

But who said he had only one bullet in his gun?

In November, facing Lu Sheng and using a trump card, so what?

He had also made very adequate preparations for the end-of-year Battle of the Gods.

...

Lin Yuan's thoughts raced as he analyzed the situation. Just as he was about to speak, Lu Sheng suddenly smiled.

"I can't dismiss Brother Zhongming's face, but..."

Lu Sheng's tone shifted, "I've always been conceited, especially since Ms. Jing has said that the song Teacher Admirable Fish prepared for the Battle of the Gods could beat me. In that case, let's see if Ms. Jing's judgment holds true."

"Hey!"

Zheng Jing was not pleased, "You said you were going to give Ol' Yang face, so why are we still competing? Besides, I only said Little Fish's trump card might beat you, not that it certainly would."

"Ms. Jing, don't rush."

Lu Sheng suddenly turned to Lin Yuan, "To drop out of the November season ranking is to let you step on me to fight in the Battle of the Gods. By then, the whole network will be saying my new song is inferior to yours. That's quite a sacrifice for someone who cherishes his reputation like me. Teacher Admirable Fish, would you like to use that trump card and compare it privately with my song?"

That's more like it.

Zheng Jing pursed her lips and didn't stop him this time. They were only comparing privately, and the outside world would not know.

And Lu Sheng wasn't wrong.

Whether he suddenly dropped out of the November season ranking or casually released a song to deal with the issue, he would ultimately lose to Xian Yu. That was like actively letting Xian Yu get one over on him.

In the end, it was still a loss for Lu Sheng.

After all, Lu Sheng had the freedom to choose when to release his songs.

Was it his obligation to step aside in November because Xian Yu wanted the twelfth consecutive championship?

There is no such rule.

It was only because of the great face of Yang Zhongming and Zheng Jing that Lu Sheng took this step back, even actively allowing Xian Yu to get the upper hand and achieve an even more dazzling halo.

"Okay."

Lin Yuan agreed, "I'll release my song first."

Lu Sheng shook his head, "Please wait a moment. I'll take the loss in November for Brother Zhongming's sake. At that time, laypeople can say my new song is not as good as yours; I don't care about that. But I, Lu Sheng, can't lose face in front of people I know, or I'll likely become the laughing stock among those guys, so you wouldn't mind if I invite a few friends over, would you?"

"You really care about face."

Zheng Jing glared hard at Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng's meaning was simple. He wanted some songwriters in the industry to witness this private contest.

At that time,

No matter what the outside world said about him losing to Xian Yu, the truth would be clear to the songwriters in the industry.

"His request is reasonable."

Yang Zhongming said, "I'll call some people over. Xian Yu, do you have any objections?"

Lin Yuan shook his head.

Yang Zhongming nodded and made several phone calls.

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Lu Sheng reminded him from the side, "Remember to invite Yin Dong over."

Zheng Jing held her forehead, "Are you trying to provoke Yin Dong?"

Lu Sheng said with a smile, "Just recently, I returned to Qin and met up with a few old friends. At that gathering, everyone was saying Yin Dong always loses to Fish. I'm just trying to help brother Yin Dong win one back, right?"

"The word 'brother' sounds so twisted coming from your mouth."

Zheng Jing said irritably, "You're just trying to annoy him. If something goes wrong, it'll be interesting. After all, Little Fish's song is a trump card for the Battle of the Gods."

Lin Yuan: "..."

Of course, he remembered Yin Dong. He had collaborated with Fei Yang several times and had many interactions with himself.

Lin Yuan also listened to others' songs in his spare time.

There were several songs composed by Yin Dong on his playlist, which he quite enjoyed.

"Bring them on then."

Lu Sheng seemed quite confident.

...

This club was where Yang Zhongming and Zheng Jing met privately with other songwriters in the circle.

Shortly after Yang Zhongming made the calls, the club started bustling.

Several songwriters arrived one after another.

This included Yin Dong, whom Lu Sheng specifically reminded Yang Zhongming to invite.

Within the hour,

The club's room was filled with more than twenty songwriters!

This lineup, if placed in the music industry, could scare people to death!

Some of them even took the initiative to greet Lin Yuan, showing considerable friendliness.

Because Lin Yuan had participated in "Our Song" and had decent relationships with some of the songwriters, such as Ye Zhi Qiu, who had once competed with Lin Yuan for the season's chart, was also present and greeted Lin Yuan.

But when it came to age, Lin Yuan simply didn't fit in with the other songwriters.

If it were anyone else at Lin Yuan's age, they wouldn't even have the right to speak among these songwriters, let alone be greeted by them with utter equality.