He Yun raised his eyes inadvertently, wanting to see the reaction of the audience.
The enlarged and bold barrage unexpectedly crashed into his eyes...
"boom!"
He Yun's face suddenly turned pale, and his hands trembled violently. The microphone in the palm of his hand fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
The red barrage continues to question He Yun.
[I went to check the information, and it was indeed true. Five years ago, when Zhu Qing'an was just doing group performances, he wrote this song for his own entertainment, and he was the one who sang it. But he never opened the authorization. Why did his original song appear here? Why?]
He Yun trembled, recalling what the seller said when he bought this song.
— “It’s an original song composed and sung by a very small and unknown artist, and it’s from many years ago.”
—"Don't worry, use it as lip-syncing, that artist has very few fans, and he doesn't seem to have a brokerage company backstage, so he won't be noticed..."
If it were Zhu Qing'an from a few months ago.
At that time, Zhu Qing'an was still a group performer, she didn't sign with Mengbao Company, and didn't participate in various variety shows...
He is indeed a very small and unknown artist.
There was a delay in the seller's information on the artist, and she did not expect Zhu Qing'an to grow rapidly in a short period of time.
That's why he sold the song to He Yun by mistake.
[What? The voice of this song is actually Zhu Qing'an? Does He Yun count as lip-syncing? ?]
[Yeah, reminded me... I said how weird the singing is, it turned out to be lip-syncing. Tell me, where is the device that plays the song? :)]
[I was wondering why He Yun's mouth shape and singing voice didn't match up, so that was the case.]
The barrage that was supposed to support him enthusiastically has all changed at this time. It turned into sharp knives and pierced He Yun's face, making him feel ashamed.
He didn't expect that because he didn't know how to sing and wanted to earn popularity in singing auditions, the truth of fake singing would be exposed so quickly.
He remained silent, left the microphone and the audience, and left the studio.
He Yun stood in the corridor, his whole body was as cold as if his blood had been pumped out.
No…
As long as he doesn't admit it, he doesn't admit it, it's fine. At most, his voice just collided with Zhu Qingan's voice before the voice change period.
nothing will happen.
They have no proof either...
He Yun hesitated aimlessly in the corridor. Until the light brain sounds.
It's time for Zhu Qing'an to sing.
He Yun held his breath for a moment.
— He can guess what will happen next.
Because of the small program he placed in the play room.
No one could enter the studio, and Zhu Qing'an and the staff couldn't detect it.
The number of viewers in the broadcast room will always be zero... When the results of the draft popularity come out, he must be counting down, and then he was ignored by Mengbao Entertainment.
Zhu Qing'an's self-confidence will also be hit...
When the time comes, he can add fuel to the fire.
He Yun thought about it, feeling a lot more balanced in his heart.
There is another person who will be as miserable as him.
It's time for Zhu Qing'an to play.
Zhu Qing'an did not ask a makeup artist to dress herself up.
He was still wearing the same clothes as when he came, white shirt and black trousers. The thin and refreshing fabric outlines the thin figure of the teenager. The soft black hair was combed submissively, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
He sat on the sofa in the rest room, very restless and nervous.
He poked the optical brain with his finger and sent a message to the teacher.
[Strawberry Cake: The singing competition is about to start! So nervous!]
[Anonymous: Singing talent show? what is that?]
Zhu Qing'an: "..."
[Strawberry Cake: It is a program that shares one's own singing voice with others. I told you before that I want to use the songs you teach to participate in the audition. Your song is so beautiful that I can't help but sing it to everyone.]
[Anonymous: Come on.]
[Strawberry Cake: After the variety show is over, I can pay your tuition.]
Although the other party said that he didn't have to pay the tuition fee, Zhu Qing'an still wanted to pay for it. Otherwise sorry.
[Anonymous: tuition? I am not short of money. I want some special tuition.]
Special tuition...
[Strawberry Cake: What do you mean duck? oo]
[Anonymous: Look at what I lack now, you can give me what you want. I've hinted to you before what I'm missing :)]
Zhu Qing'an:? ? ah
He blinked, dazed. After a long time, he replied leisurely.
[Strawberry Cake: Hmm... ok, teacher.]
[Anonymous: Children, come on:)]
—Zhu Qing'an can't figure it out. What is missing from the teacher.
He rubbed his head, frowning.
Forget it, think about it after the variety show is over...
There are still ten minutes before the variety show starts.
He became more and more nervous, turning over the light brain table with his sweaty hands. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of "False Love"
He is very busy these days, completely forgetting to interact with the paper man.
Zhu Qing'an: "..."
Without thinking about it, he poked the game open.
[Welcome back to "False Love"!]
[The interaction value between you and your lover has reached 100 points! 02 Memory Fragments Unlocked!]
Zhu Qing'an:? ?
He remembered that the last time he went to the game, the interaction value he saw was 40 points.
After he left for so long, the interaction value not only did not drop, but increased instead.
Pie in the sky
Zhu Qing'an subconsciously wanted to poke the 02 memory fragments to see what happened to Qin Hengyi in the past.
02 The symbol of the memory fragment is a microphone, what does the microphone have to do with men
In addition, many doubts brought about by the 01 memory fragments have not been resolved.
But he glanced at the time and found that there was not enough time.
He can only enter the space to chat with the man.
Zhu Qing'an originally thought that he would be angry if he hadn't met the man for so long.
Unexpectedly, the other party still remained expressionless.
"Mr. Qin, I'm a little busy." Zhu Qingan pouted and explained: "So I don't have time to see you, I'm sorry..."
Because he was going to sing on stage, he was very nervous, his cheeks were habitually flushed, and his eyes were misty.
It's also a bit awkward to speak.
Qin Hengyi looked at the young man, inexplicably recalling the conversations he had with him in the past few days.
The child calls himself a teacher...
He really wanted Zhu Qing'an to respectfully call "teacher" to himself with a soft voice in reality.
Although calling myself "Mr." is also very touching.
Qin Hengyi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Good boy. Don't be nervous. Come on."
Zhu Qingan was taken aback.
The paper man... How can you tell that he is nervous because he is about to sing
"Thank you sir." Zhu Qing'an murmured with a reddened neck
…
After chatting with Qin Hengyi for a few words, and brushing up some interaction points. It was time for him to sing.
The holographic playroom of all artists is a configuration, big red curtain, stage, spotlight, barrage play screen...
Zhu Qing'an stood in the center, the golden light reflected his fair and delicate face, his eyelashes were long and slender, and his neat white clothes and black trousers made him look more and more youthful.
He glanced at the opposite screen.
Now there is no barrage on the screen.
Audience is 0.
He didn't take it to heart, just pretending that everyone hadn't entered the studio yet.
But even if no one is watching, he will not leave any dissatisfaction or regret.
He's already worked hard for himself and doesn't take this show lightly.
In order to sing better, he turned off the screen.
The black-haired boy raised the microphone, his thin lips parted slightly—
very good.
He Yun sat on the sofa outside the corridor, and the optical brain displayed the situation in Zhu Qingan's play room.
Zhu Qingan has already started singing.
The small program he sent someone to install in the play room also started to work.
No one can join the playroom, and no one can find anything suspicious.
The number of viewers is 0.
The barrage is also 0.
He Yun raised a high smile on his lips, looking at Zhu Qing'an on the screen.
Singing to the end... No one will listen to his songs, and no one knows how good his songs are.
His draft ranking will be the bottom one, and then it will have a bad influence on Mengbao Entertainment...
Since then, he has been neglected by the company.
Although He Yun was picked out for stealing songs, he believed that as long as he killed himself and refused to admit it, nothing would happen.
Besides... His opponent will be just as miserable as him.
He is very balanced.
He Yun continued to stare at the play room.
But in the next second—He Yun's expression twisted in horror...
The number of players suddenly increased.
In a few seconds, it suddenly turned from zero to a terrifying thousand, and it is still growing...
what happened? ?
There is nothing wrong with that little program!
And... even a famous singer would not have such a terrifying increase.
He flipped through the play room to see who was added—
When he saw the identities of the audience who joined the broadcast room, his expression became more panicked.
He fell to his knees and couldn't help but let out a suppressed howl.
This... Who are these people
at the same time.
He Yun stole Zhu Qing'an's song for lip-syncing and denied it.
The real evidence was also found by Mengbao Entertainment Company. This strongly proves that He Yun did steal the song and fake it.
This will be exposed to the entire network at the end of the draft—
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