In order to facilitate discussion, Lu Xu ran to Ji Xiunian's room in the middle of the night, waiting for Tao Yingbo's good news.
Ji Xiunian originally wanted to guard until three o'clock, but as soon as Lu Xu came, he slept peacefully for some reason. Before the three o'clock alarm went off, I heard Lu Xu say next to him: "Brother Nian, get up to watch the live broadcast."
"Live broadcast?" Ji Xiunian opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Lu Xu lying on his bed looking at the iPad. The two calves were tilted and unconsciously moved the ankles, and the skin was dazzling.
Ji Xiunian suddenly felt a little thirsty, thinking that maybe it was the reason why he just opened his eyes.
He got up and moved to the side of Lu Xu, and rolled over like him, and the two looked at the iPad side by side.
Qu Dehui’s name was in the upper left corner of the screen. Ji Xiunian did not expect that he would start a live broadcast at this time.
"Brother Nian, say, this is not considered as giving away the head by oneself."
Lu Xu had an expression waiting for a good show, with a smirk on his lips with one hand.
The boy has a peculiar scent, which is cold but makes people want to taste fine. Ji Xiunian began to think that Lu Xu was using some perfume, but only after getting in touch with it did he discover that it was his original smell.
Unconsciously, he was attracted by Lu Xu, then looked at the screen and nodded: "Yes, I will give it away."
At this time, Qu Dehui didn't think about anything else at all, just wanted to show fans that he didn't lie.
After thinking of that person, he always felt that this matter had nothing to do with him.
"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."
What Lu Xu said casually, but Qu Dehui thought over and over again uncontrollably.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden movement outside the door.
Qu Dehui immediately stood up and rushed forward with his mobile phone, not forgetting to say to the fans in the live broadcast room: "You heard, right? He's here again!"
Without thinking about it, Qu Dehui stretched out his hand to open the door, but the outside was still empty.
But this time he no longer felt that there was no one around, but instead felt that the "person" had actually entered the room.
"I know you are here, come out!" Qu Dehui was hit by a forehead, clutching his forehead and looking around, couldn't help but shout.
The fans in the live broadcast room were a little messy, and they didn’t understand what happened suddenly—
[Hey, hey, the male god’s reaction is a bit strange, it seems like hell hell, I’m so scared]
[Uh, do you see the wine bottles lying on the ground? Brother Hui, how much did you drink? 】
[Halo, Brother Hui, you are drunk, go to rest and stop broadcasting! 】
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Fans are very anxious, for fear that he will be hacked like this.
However, Qu Dehui's current state of mind is a bit trance, and he has no intention of looking at the phone screen at all.
He was psychologically in a highly defensive state, always feeling that someone behind him kept turning his head, and finally he simply leaned his back against the wall and looked around vigilantly.
"It's you, it must be you."
At this moment, Qu Dehui's heart became more and more certain that there was a ghost. Before contacting everything, he intuitively felt that the person was Tao Moumou, but ten years later, he even forgot his name.
But he was a commoner who had no power and power to write songs. He didn't give money at the beginning, but he didn't know how to exaggerate himself to death. What does it have to do with him, Qu Dehui.
Moreover, that person can't do anything to himself while he is alive, and he can't do anything to himself when he is dead.
"Yes, I am not afraid of you!" Qu Dehui struggled to build himself psychologically, and gradually relaxed.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the bathroom. Qu Dehui rushed in without thinking, as if he wanted to fight Tao Yingbo.
The bathroom is spacious and clean, and at first glance, it looks like a human being.
Qu Dehui was stunned, and suddenly felt a shadow in the mirror. He held the phone tightly, turned his head abruptly, and saw that the person in the mirror was not him at all.
He blocked the phone in front of him and shouted at him: "I knew it was you!"
Tao Yingbo glanced at his phone screen and sneered: "I thought you forgot about me how long you did bad things."
"Of course I have forgotten it a long time ago. You are not a big man, why should I remember." Qu Dehui said, suddenly getting bolder, "Why, do you think I would be afraid of you?"
Tao Yingbo was too familiar with his arrogant expression. No matter when he was alive or dead, Qu Dehui was always defiant and had no respect at all.
If it hadn't been for Lu Xu's explanation, he couldn't do it. Tao Yingbo really wanted to strangle him.
"Since you are dead, you should go where the dead people should go. Now it's up to me to expect me to burn you some paper money?"
"No, I just want to see how the thief who stole my things fell into the altar." Tao Yingbo suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little ridiculous, and said sarcastically, "You think you are amazing, but you don’t have my song. You are nothing. You care about it. They say that you are all talented, and that you were a yellow flower yesterday. In fact, they are wrong. You are a thief. Everything is taken from others, and you have no talent at all..."
"Shut up!" Qu Dehui only felt harsh.
A face-saving person like him can't stand the contempt in the eyes of others.
"I gave the money, how come you are a thief. Besides, your song is not famous at all. I paid for the album and made it popular. I sang your song, not your song. ?"
For a long time, Qu Dehui has always minded that others say that he is popular with the songs of the first album, and it seems that he is nothing without those songs.
It was he who sang those songs, and it was he who released the album.
If it weren't for him, how could people hear songs like Tao Yingbo's Northern Drifting
Tao Yingbo always knew that Qu Dehui had a thick-skinned face, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless.
"Do you want me to apologize? Tell you, don't think about it, I'm right, I sang it is mine!" Qu Dehui said hoarsely, not knowing whether to tell Tao Yingbo or tell it to himself.
Tao Yingbo was not surprised by this, but suddenly felt that this man had no meaning at all in his life: "I don't need your apology. In fact, you have hurt me when you do those things, and I will not apologize because it is useless. Accept it." Tao Yingbo didn't mean nonsense. He wanted to record his words, but he didn't expect that he would broadcast his own live broadcast. These words were still in full view by netizens just now.
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Mine is mine. No matter how you use it, you can't take it away." This sentence was buried in Tao Yingbo's heart for too long and too long. The moment I said it today, it has been frustrated for a long time. Suddenly, his grievances disappeared.
His ignoring expression made Qu Dehui very uncomfortable, and then he smashed the mirror with his phone: "Go away!"
Tao Yingbo had no interest in getting along with lunatics, and had already left the moment the phone touched the mirror.
Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian looked at the iPad head-to-head, and only felt that Qu Dehui's mood seemed a little abnormal.
The live broadcast was interrupted the moment the phone hit the mirror, and it was probably broken.
"Tsk tusk tusk." Although Lu Xu knew that he could almost solve this person tonight, he didn't expect the other party to cooperate actively and proactively.
He lifted his cheek with one hand and exited the live broadcast page to watch netizens' comments.
As he expected, although it was three o'clock in the morning, many people stayed up online.
Qu Dehui was already well-known, and he was pushed out as soon as the live broadcast was launched.
Everyone wanted to come in to watch his live broadcast and he was knocked on the door in the middle of the night, but the fans wanted to accompany him to figure out what was going on.
But after looking at the whole process, I realized that things didn’t seem to be that simple—
[@自然草莓派: I'm stupid, what did he mean by just now, did you use other people's songs to make your own album? 】
[@摩天轮分手轮: I originally wanted to accompany my favorite singer to see who is in trouble, but I never dreamed that my house with me would collapse. I just want to ask, what he meant just now was that he stole other people’s songs and forced people to death. I think this kind of plot is too magical, and I dare not write it like that in novels.]
[@发超多: It's really not a person to look good. Although not a fan, I have always had a good impression of Qu Dehui, and I like his earliest songs. Who would have thought that his fame song was someone else’s, he also said it live, it’s also a talent]
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Almost everyone felt that Qu Dehui had psychological problems.
No one was there during the whole live broadcast. He played the two corners of the whole process, chanting words in his mouth.
If you don't hear him personally, who can find the creative king to steal other people's works
The past seemed to become clear all at once—
No wonder his debut is the pinnacle, and there is no such good work after the first album.
It's no wonder that his level is always high and low. It turns out that the person who writes the song is different every time.
Looking at his state in the last two days, it is clear that he is in a guilty conscience and trance.
From the so-called ghost knocking on the door to talking to the person in the mirror, everything is more like his illusion.
This illusion made people see his true face clearly, and everyone felt very complicated—
Fans felt that their house had collapsed, and passers-by suddenly wondered who the original owner of this album was.
Listening to Qu Dehui means that not long after he robbed someone else's album, that person died in an accident. As for whether it was an accident or something else, they probably knew it themselves.
Almost everyone is looking for originality, always feel that this person should be talented—
It's really a pity that such a strong singer left without knowing him.