Almighty Star Daddy

As long as the little guy is there, time will pass quickly. Han Mo sent Xuanxuan to the kindergarten and went to the company alone. Meng Si called him just now, and his tone was very anxious. Han Mo was also used to Meng Si. I don't care too much about the ability of thinking serial killer calls.

As soon as he entered Meng Si's office, he saw his two carefully tattooed eyebrows twisted together. Han Mo knew that something must have happened, but it was not a big deal. If it was really serious, Meng Si was not in the mood to sit in the office at all. With his character, he flew to Han Mo's house long ago and dragged him away.

Han Mo has long legs and big strides. He walked to the desk in a few steps and sat opposite Meng Si.

Meng Si still frowned, turned the notebook to Han Mo, and sighed softly, "Let's take a look."

Han Mo glanced at the screen, it was the homepage of Weike, the message under the official V of "Looking for a Good Voice". There were a lot of comments, all about the first two games.

He pulled the computer down again in his direction. Several comments had been pinned to the top. If the number of likes was large, the comments would be automatically pinned to the top of the message.

Han Mo glanced at the first article with the most likes.

"Many people around me say that "Ideal" is not good, but I can hear myself from the song. Han Mo's songs represent our generation, from "Those Flowers", "Southern Girl" to later "Ideal" ". We may have all had a good girl who couldn't be together, and an ideal that couldn't be realized no matter how hard we tried to run."

There are also many netizens who have the same feelings below this comment. Han Mo did not read it one by one, and the content is roughly the same. He moved his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the comment that was pinned to the second place.

"With all due respect, the song "Ideal" can get the first title in the second game of 'Finding a Good Voice', which is definitely rubbing off the popularity of the previous two songs. In all fairness, the lyrics of "Ideal" are good, but only It can touch some people, and the melody is worse than that of "The Girl Who Waving Wings". Of course, I appreciate Han Mo's talent very much, and he can write so many classic songs, but if it is always in the style of folk songs, then in The stage of 'Finding a Good Voice' is definitely not far away."

The verification information for this comment reads, Yu Zifei, a famous music critic.

There are many comments following the trend below the comments, some refute, some support, and many Han Mo can see at a glance that they are trolls.

Meng Si walked behind Han Mo, changed his usual squeaking tone, and said with some concern, "I started to pay attention to the news and feedback on the Internet after the end of the last game. In the past few days, the topic of you can only sing ballads has already been discussed. The speculation is very hot, some netizens who were just watching the fun are incited by them, and they also shout, and the online comments are very bad for you."

What Meng Si is worried about is that every episode of the show will have a group of public judges, and these singers are out of control. As a natural person, he will definitely read the information and evaluations on the Internet, and there will be some subjective wishes. Han Mo is the first. The "Southern Girl" is well deserved, but the second "Ideal" is not bad, but it is indeed worse than Han Mo's other works, and there is no way to be caught by the pigtail.

Of course, there are also navy soldiers. Some netizens' comments are the same. At first glance, it seems that someone is behind the black Han Mo. Regarding the trolls, Meng Si has always ignored them. He used to laugh at him. It's all getting more and more scolded.

However, in any case, understanding his own problems is the most important thing. Meng Si has been in a state of letting go of Han Mo since the second game, and Han Mo can decide the song at will, but now he is starting to be a little worried, so today I was anxious to call Han Mo over to discuss it.

This time, Han Mo didn't flip through it like he used to. Except for compliments and support, he read it all. The focus was on those who scold him, and he read it carefully with great interest.

It was the first time that Meng Si saw Han Mo read the comments of netizens so seriously. After all, Han Mo was still a newcomer.

If you see so many attacks, you will definitely be hit, and he quickly said, "You can't read all the comments on the Internet. Many of them are navy, professional trolls."

After reading it, Han Mo gently closed the computer, looked at Meng Si, and said nothing.

"I definitely believe in your strength. Our little Momo is the best." Meng Si suddenly showed his signature irritable expression, and then said in a serious instant, "But those few music reviews People have their reasons for comparing, but don't take it to your heart, the mentality of this Saturday's game can't be broken."

What Meng Si was most afraid of was someone like Han Mo who kept everything in his heart. He didn't know what he was thinking. It stands to reason that newcomers saw so many negative news on the Internet, and professional trolls always carried their own personalities. He was attacked, Han Mo would definitely feel uncomfortable in his heart, Meng Si felt a little distressed for him, but he was the artist he held in his hand.

Meng Si tried hard to think about how to comfort Han Mo, but he didn't know what to say for a while, "Little Momo, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Mo pursed his lips and said with a half-smile, "Don't worry, I'm not only singing folk songs."

With Han Mo's words, Meng Si is naturally not worried about his strength, he is more worried about Han Mo's mentality, "I'm not worried about this, I'm afraid of you..."

Han Mo smiled lightly, "I never care what the trolls say."

Meng Si was stunned. He was just worrying about it. Others were neither worried about his strength nor the comments on the Internet.

Meng Si rolled his eyes and returned to his original face in a second, "Oh, that's me worrying about it, it's not me telling you, just take a few selfies and post them on Weike, you'll be exhausted. ."

From the moment Meng Si asked Han Mo to look at the computer, he knew what Meng Si was looking for. As an agent, he must be worried about the next game. He wanted to know these seemingly reasonable doubts on the Internet, and he was afraid of them. The aggressive remarks of the follower trolls hurt themselves. but......

Meng Si put his hands on his hips and sighed in ecstasy, "Little Momo, you can't always play inside, but you have to interact with fans more, you are so handsome, just take a few pictures, you don't want to write text and send any expression. Row......"

Knowing that Meng Si's serious business was finished, Han Mo got up and said casually, "I'm leaving." Then he walked out the door.

"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet." Meng Si pointed at Han Mo's tall back with one hand, and kept his other hand on his hips. Seeing that Han Mo left without turning his head, Meng Si's face showed a gratifying smile, and muttered to himself, "This stinky boy."

As soon as he stepped out of the Sichen Media Building, Han Mo's cell phone rang. He thought it was Meng Si's phone number chasing after him again. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

Han Mo slid casually, answered the phone, and the voice of a very magnetic young man came from the receiver.

"Hey, hello, are you a knight on a horse?" Zhang Mingli asked tentatively.

When Han Mo heard that it was his pseudonym, he felt a little strange, but he politely replied, "Hello, I am."

Zhang Mingli's tone was a little excited, and he continued, "My name is Zhang Mingli. I'm the host of the Children's Channel of Beidu TV, the storytelling section of Bunny. This time I found your phone number through the publishing house."

Han Mo gave a light "Oh".

Zhang Mingli continued, "I would like to ask, do you still have the audio copyrights of "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Frog Prince"?"

"Still."