Everything was going according to plan.
"Fireworks Easily Cold" unexpectedly became an instant hit. Even if this idiot did nothing for the next week, the number of fans would steadily exceed the 100,000 mark. In the end, Hao Yun really thought that he would make such a fool of himself at this juncture, and maybe he would lose the fans he had accumulated in the past three days!
What a sin!
If he hadn't huddled under the quilt and pretended to sleep, Hao Yun would have really couldn't help shouting.
Without saying a word, he cut to the private message window. He was about to confront this idiot, but before he could send a message, the other party took the initiative to play a message.
Qianyuan: [Those fans have seen my creative history and have been asking me to release the old songs... I was thinking about you saying that they would be temporarily removed from the shelves. Now that the three-day period has come, I will release the historical songs.]
Damn it!
If they ask you to release it, you will release it
Then if they ask you to eat shit, will you go
Hao Yun resisted the urge to complain and deleted the sentence that had been typed on the screen.
Qianyuan: [Later, I thought about it seriously, and I felt that I should face myself bravely.]
Qianyuan: [I understand your good intentions, but you are worried about my pride and complacency. Yes, the fans who came to me because of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" may be attracted by my historical work and talent, but I don't think they will be a stumbling block on my musical path.]
Qianyuan: [They really love music, just like you and me!]
Hao Yun: "???"
How come you understand it again
Who cares whether you swell or not? I am worried about you losing fans!
After the task is completed, do whatever you like, but can you wait until I can claim the system's grand prize first...
Hao Yun was just thinking about how to reply to this idiot, when another message was sent.
Qianyuan: [The previous works are there, there is nothing to avoid. What's more, someone has already uploaded my historical works to Station B. There is a broader stage outside of Yinke.com... and I am already ready.]
Hao Yun: "..."
This is true.
The Internet has memory.
Even if he takes the historical works off the shelves, as long as someone is looking for them out of boredom, they will definitely be able to find the audios that have not been taken off the shelves. And sometimes the more you worry about something and the more you care about something, the more those boring flies will get more excited.
This is the same even in the Xia Kingdom, which has extremely strict copyright protection. Some non-profit, secondary creations marked with copyright information and initiated by netizens are still in a gray area of supervision. As long as the creators do not take the initiative to ask the other party. Take it off the shelves, or issue a public statement prohibiting dissemination.
No need to think about it.
If it was his song, it must have appeared in the Ghost Zone.
Yun Shen didn't know where to start: [... I have nothing to blame you for, just do whatever you want.]
Qianyuan: [Thank you, good brother!]
Hao Yun:…
Thank you der!
Throwing the phone next to the pillow, Hao Yun was so upset that he was too lazy to care about this guy anymore and fell asleep with his head covered.
…
Although the lights in dormitory 401 have been turned off, the other dormitories on the same floor are still brightly lit.
Especially the 402 bedroom next door is the busiest at this time every night.
Today, the small Bluetooth speaker Yuan Gaofei bought just arrived. He played "Fireworks Easily Cold", which suddenly became a hit song, in the bedroom. Except for He Ping, who climbed into bed early to read, the other two people gathered around him. Enjoy it at the table.
After listening to it once, the little fat man Zhou Xuan frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly said something.
"Do you think this voice... sounds a bit like Liang Ziyuan?"
Yuan Gaofei was stunned for a moment, listened carefully for a few seconds, and raised his eyebrows twitchingly.
"Hey? That's pretty cool for you to say that."
"No, you mean Ziyuan?" Wang Ziyi looked strange, "Can you listen to his singing?"
Although he was Liang Ziyuan's good friend, and they ate and played together, he had never praised this guy's musical talent without conscience.
After all, other people's singing costs money, but this guy's singing costs his life.
He was only in his early nineteen years and didn't want to die young.
He Ping, who didn't care about these things, was lying on the bed reading some difficult documents. From time to time, he glanced expressionlessly under the bed to see what superficial things his roommates were chatting about.
Sounds like music today
Shaking his head, he looked away uninterested and continued to look at the book in his hand.
However, he couldn't help but hum softly along with the music.
hiss…
Don't even say it.
This sounds pretty good!
After playing "Fireworks Easily Cold" on a loop twice more, the three people whispering under the bed finally came to a conclusion.
The voice of Qian Yuan is indeed very similar to that of Liang Ziyuan, but the former sings much better than the latter, so it is definitely impossible for him to be the same person.
Yuan Gaofei, who finally solved the case, sighed with regret.
"Hey, it's a pity that Liang Ziyuan can't sing. Otherwise, his tone is a bit similar to Qianyuan. It would be no problem to go downstairs to the women's dormitory with his guitar and play a few pieces to deceive the little girl."
Wang Ziyi glanced at him sideways.
"Come on, do you need talent to pick up girls?"
Zhou Xuanle said: "I rely on my face to pick up girls and rely on my talent to break up with her. I think it's OK."
Yuan Gaofei sighed heavily and sat on the chair.
"Hey! I'm so envious!"
No matter how good the song is, it will become boring after being played several times.
However, Zhou Xuan became interested in Qian Yuan's other works, so he searched on Yinke.com.
Ordinary people rarely go to a niche platform like Yinke.com, which is open to music producers. Just like most people don’t go to CNKI to look up information.
However, the song "Fireworks Easily Cold" became so popular that ordinary search engines could not find any information about the singer "Qian Yuan". He could only follow the clues to find the name of the legendary original musician. Base camp—Yinke.com.
"There are actually more than twenty songs... He's not a newcomer."
Taking a look at the [Original Musician] gold label that was just added yesterday, Zhou Xuan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
After all, he is just a small up in the game area. If he is asked to comment on games, he can also comment on them, but when it comes to commenting on music, both professional knowledge and musical literacy are a bit behind.
With a trace of curiosity and expectation, Zhou Xuan put on his headphones and clicked on the first single.
However, as soon as he heard the prelude, he almost fell off his chair in fright.
"What the hell is this?"
The wild and harsh percussion instruments are like a ruler hitting a blackboard, mixed with the noisy guitar and the unclear singing skills, making it difficult for people to understand what this guy is singing, so that at first he even had the idea of "That's it" ?”, the feeling of “I can do it too”.
It was only later that the singing became more and more unpleasant, and even became a disturbing style, so he gradually gave up.
Oh my god, I can turn noise into art.
I'm not sure I can do it.
After listening to a song in its entirety, Zhou Xuan comforted himself by saying that it was his debut work after all, and he might have accidentally recorded and uploaded it while debugging the instrument, so he clicked on the second song.
result…
He almost died on the intro.
Hearing the constant friction between the chairs at the next table, Wang Ziyi tilted his head back and glanced curiously at Zhou Xuan, who looked like he was cramping.
"What are you doing? Why is there such a big movement?"
"Ahem, it's nothing."
Glancing at his roommate's computer screen, Wang Ziyi saw that he was not looking at something good like that. He looked away without interest and continued to work on the good CP he had composed on "Oracle".
Zhou Xuan took a deep breath, pressed the pause button, and clicked on the song's comment area.
Comment section.
[The author's previous songs... Hmmmmmmmmmm... It feels a bit strange.]
[It’s quite strange, but after listening to it more often, it makes me feel a little bit strange! What can I say, it's very magical!]
[Yes, yes, especially the song "Butterfly Outside the Window"! The third chord is played and sung with empty ears, which is simply brainwashing!]
[Butterfly outside the window? Isn't it a cool butterfly? (funny)]
[Hahahaha, burp, I’m laughing so hard, I love it! My future treasure singer will be you!]
What the hell
The review seems okay
Sure enough, you won’t get trolled if you do art in an artist’s forum
Zhou Xuan felt that his world view had been impacted, and he even had a hint of self-doubt.
Could it be...
Is it just that my taste is not good enough to appreciate it
After all, this is Yinke.com. Many big names in the music industry have registered accounts, and most of the users here are true fans who really love music. Their taste and style in music are higher than those of novices on other platforms. too much.
Can not be done!
I’m determined to be the backer of the up master!
If you can't even control the BGM, how can you control your life
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Xuan overcame his fear and pressed the continue play button, and even simply stuffed the next eighteen songs into the playlist.
Just like that, he listened to more than 20 songs with his eyes closed against mental pollution. After putting down the headphones, Zhou Xuan felt as if he had been brainwashed, and his brain was a mess.
even…
He actually had the slightest thought that "it sounds a little nice", which he shouldn't have.
"I'm so dirty..."
Holding his head and hitting the table in pain, Zhou Xuan tried to restore his hearing to normal and drive the mental pollution out of his brain.
But just at that moment, another thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
If these songs were cut into videos and uploaded to the ghost zone...
In an instant, Zhou Xuan, who was lying on the table, stopped shouting and his fists became hardened with excitement.
"Holy crap, I found a treasure!"
Treasure singer
This is such a treasure mine!