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The bedroom door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of the television in the living room.

Liu Qianqian sat on a small stool, clutching the crumpled copy of the contract.

She glanced at the closed master bedroom door, then at Yu Le, who was sunk into the sofa and picking up a handful of sunflower seeds to crack open again.

"Uncle Yu..."

"Um?"

"Have we... messed up?"

That Mr. Tang sounds very powerful.

Yu Le spat the sunflower seed shells into the trash can with excellent aim.

"What trouble did you cause? You saved your mother five million; she's so excited she's gone back to her room to secretly rejoice."

Liu Qianqian bit her lower lip.

Although she didn't understand business, her intuition told her that Tang Hui's silence before hanging up the phone was not a good sign.

"Alright, kid, stop thinking nonsense." Yu Le stood up, brushed the crumbs off his pants, and said, "Finished practicing guitar? If you are, wash the dishes."

Liu Qianqian: "..."

This person has absolutely no qualms about using child labor!

……

Star Sea Entertainment, Director's Office.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the receiver back onto the landline.

Tang Hui's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"You shameless bastard!"

He shook a cigarette out of the pack and tried to light it several times before he finally succeeded.

How dare that woman named Liu Xiaoli hang up on him?

In the entertainment industry of Beijing, there are few people who dare to slap Tang Hui's face like this.

On the computer screen, the trending post on the "Tianya Yinlang" forum, titled "A God-Level Performance at the Beijing Film Academy Welcome Party! An Original Song 'Invisible Wings' Brings the Whole Audience to Tears!", continues to refresh.

The number of replies has already exceeded five thousand.

Tang Hui exhaled a smoke ring, stared at the blurry photo of the girl on the screen, and sneered.

Since it can't be used by me, then I'll destroy it.

Destroying a student still in the ivory tower is easier for him than crushing an ant.

Just then, his finger stopped moving the mouse.

A new post has been highlighted in red on the forum's homepage.

The poster's ID is "蔓蔓青萝".

The headline is sensational: "Unveiling the Truth Behind the 'Pure Goddess'! Her So-Called Original Hit Song Is Suspected of Plagiarizing a Niche Japanese Folk Song!"

Tang Hui narrowed his eyes and clicked on it.

The post was quite lengthy, asserting with certainty that the melody of "Invisible Wings" highly overlaps with that of a certain Japanese song.

It also implied that Liu Qianqian had a chaotic private life at school, that the song was not written by her at all, but was bought by a ghostwriter, and that she would do anything to become famous.

Although there is no substantial evidence and it is all just wordplay based on rumors, in this era of weak copyright awareness and netizens who are easily swayed, this kind of filth is the most deadly.

"Ah, just when I'm sleepy, someone brings me a pillow."

Tang Hui stubbed out his cigarette and picked up the internal telephone on the table.

"Hey, Lao Zhao. Take some men and go browse Tianya and other major BBS forums."

"There's a post by someone called 'Manman Qingluo,' please bump it up. Let's get this trending."

"Yes, focus on the two points of 'plagiarism' and 'ghostwriting.' Find a few music critics to write some analytical articles and muddy the waters."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Hui leaned back in his chair and looked out at the bustling traffic.

You won't sign for 200,000?

Once this dirty water has been poured on me, even if you kneel and beg me, I won't necessarily accept it.

That night, the online world was in turmoil.

The forum, which was initially full of praise, suddenly took a turn for the worse.

A large number of IDs flooded into that questioning post, leaving comments and insults.

"I knew it! How could a freshman write a song like this?"

"Plagiarist! Get out of the entertainment industry! (Even though you haven't entered yet, get out now!)"

"She looks so innocent, I never imagined she was so dirty behind the scenes."

"Is what the person upstairs saying true? Any juicy gossip? Tell me the details!"

"I heard she always liked to steal the spotlight from others at school, and this time she squeezed out other people's shows to force her way on."

"Boycott Liu Qianqian! Boycott plagiarism!"

Three become tigers.

By the next morning, this trend had spread from the forum to real life.

Beijing Film Academy cafeteria.

Liu Qianqian had just finished getting her food and sat down when she sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around her.

Several girls at the next table were pointing at her and whispering as they ate.

"Is that her? The plagiarist they're talking about online?"

"How shameless! They still dare to come and eat here."

"Shh, keep your voice down. They have a sugar daddy backing them. They said they hired a ghostwriter."

The voices weren't deliberately lowered; they pierced Liu Qianqian's ears like needles.

Her hand holding the chopsticks froze.

What happened? Yesterday everyone was calling her a "goddess," how did she suddenly become a "plagiarist" overnight?

Wang Man, who had been watching Liu Qianqian's reaction, walked by with a tray and deliberately slipped, spilling soup at Liu Qianqian's feet.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry," Wang Man exclaimed dramatically, her face full of schadenfreude. "But you're already this dirty, so what's a little more filthy?"

Liu Qianqian suddenly stood up: "Who are you calling dirty?"

"Just say whoever is right." Wang Man rolled her eyes. "They've already exposed it online, so what's the point of pretending?"

Liu Qianqian was so angry that she was trembling all over, and she couldn't eat anymore. She turned around and ran out of the cafeteria.

Watching Liu Qianqian's disheveled escape, Wang Man smiled smugly.

"Likes to be in the spotlight? This time, I'll let you be in the spotlight properly."

When Liu Qianqian rushed into the computer room, turned on the computer, and saw the pinned and featured post, along with the thousands of vicious comments below it...

Her face instantly lost all color.

Plagiarism? Ghostwriting? Chaotic private life?

Every word was like a knife, shattering her newly built confidence into pieces.

She couldn't stay at school anymore; she wanted to go home, all she wanted was to go home.

........

"Bang!"

The old security door was slammed open with tremendous force and bounced back heavily onto the door frame.

Yu Le was lying on the sofa, a toothpick in his mouth, intently watching the rerun of "The Grand Mansion Gate" on TV.

Bai Jingqi was arguing with the Japanese, which he found quite interesting.

The sudden loud noise startled him so much that he almost swallowed the toothpick.

"Holy crap! Are you trying to destroy the house?"

Liu Qianqian wiped away her tears forcefully at the door, then rushed in like a gust of wind.

Without saying a word, he threw his schoolbag on the ground, ran back to his room, and slammed the door shut again.

But her red eyes and tear stains on her beautiful cheeks couldn't lie.

Yu Le: "..."

Good heavens, is this house going to die before today?

He sat up from the sofa, shuffled to the door of the second bedroom in his slippers, and knocked.

"Hey, open the door. We're out of soy sauce, go get a bottle."

There was no sound from inside, only suppressed, intermittent sobs.

"Did you hear me? If you don't go now, you won't get any dinner." Yu Le continued knocking.

"I won't eat! I'd rather starve to death!" A furious roar, tinged with tears, echoed from the room.

"Oh, that's perfect, it saves us rice." Yu Le nodded and turned to leave.

The people inside couldn't hold back any longer.

The door was flung open with a "whoosh," and Liu Qianqian, with her large, round eyes, glared at him, shoving her phone screen into his face.

"Look! Look for yourself!"

Yu Le squinted and leaned closer.

The screen displayed the Beijing Film Academy BBS page, with a post title highlighted in bold red that was quite jarring.

Unveiling the Truth Behind the "Pure Goddess"! Her So-Called Original Hit Song Is Suspected of Plagiarizing a Niche Folk Song!

The replies below have already gone through hundreds of pages.

The language was foul and obscene, and it was unbearable to look at.

Yu Le's expression didn't change much; he even had time to yawn.

"this one?"