Almighty male god of god-level selection system

Sensing the concern in Lin Fan's tone, Jiang Rou almost shed tears.

Fortunately, I knew what was important and didn't delay too much.

If she fails to handle this crisis today, it will affect not only herself, but also the entire Tianhe Nightclub.

Once Zhou Hao's connections are used to spread the word, Tianhe Nightclub's business will be finished without having to call people to ruin the place.

"Yes, I'm here."

After a second thought, Jiang Rou realized something again and couldn't help but shout out: "Lin Fan, don't come..."

Lin Fan on the other end of the phone paused and said with a wry smile: "Why, are you still planning to hide it from me?"

What Jiang Rou didn't know was that at this moment, Lin Fan, whom she was talking to on the phone, had arrived in the middle of the crowd.

Looking at the helpless and frail figure on the stage, Lin Fan sighed slightly.

If he had known this, he should have found a stable job for Jiang Rou instead of doing such a thankless job as stationing here.

When his eyes fell on the yellow-haired figure, Lin Fan unconsciously clenched his fists.

But soon, he suppressed the urge to take action.

"Ding, please host make a choice."

"Choose one, beat the opponent up, which will directly affect the business of Tianhe Nightclub and cause Jiang Rou's favorability to be greatly reduced!"

"Option two, use a lot of money to crush Zhou Hao, and reward Jiang Rou, so that her fame will skyrocket!"

"Choice three, compose a pop song that is far ahead of its time, slap Zhou Hao in the face, and be rewarded with god-level creative skills!"

After listening to the system's explanation, Lin Fan slowly loosened his fist.

That's right, he gave up the idea of ​​beating Zhou Hao violently.

Although doing this can make you feel heroic and make yourself happy, it will not help Jiang Rou, and may even bring trouble to the entire Tianhe Nightclub.

So, Lin Fan quickly started writing songs.

"Ding, the host selection was successful, and the god-level creative skills were obtained and mastered proficiently."

The moment the system beep disappeared, Lin Fan's mind surged with thoughts, and the most popular and trendy songs flashed through his mind like a revolving door.

Countless lyrics and tones gathered in his mind, like ocean waves constantly hitting Lin Fan's heart.

For a moment, Lin Fan stood quietly in this noisy world.

Looking at Jiang Rou who looked like a frightened little white rabbit on the stage, Lin Fan picked up a pen, found a piece of paper, and quickly drew a staff.

That's right, he actually writes songs with his bare hands!

Even the reverb and tone are marked.

Ordinary people may not be able to understand it, but even any musician would not dare to play this song, because it means that Lin Fan's brain must know the song well.

Every syllable and every beat must leave an impression on his mind.

Soon, as time passed by, the white paper Lin Fan wrote was gradually filled with black.

At the same time, Jiang Rou also received a text message on her cell phone.

She looked at the picture, wondering at first what Lin Fan had posted, but after a few glances, Jiang Rou was out of control.

Needless to say, this is a song!

Moreover, it is a song with a very cheerful rhythm, which is completely different from Teresa Teng's tender and gentle emphasis, and has nothing to do with rock and hip-hop style.

This is Lin Fan's style, simple yet stylish.

Jiang Rou was attracted by this song and started humming it unconsciously.

She silently picked up the phone, her eyes flashing slightly.

As Jiang Rou slowly stood up, the noise in Tianhe Nightclub gradually became quieter. The only difference was...

The girl in the white dress has regained her confidence.