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Yu Le's nonchalant attitude completely ignited Liu Qianqian's powder keg.

"What do you mean 'that'?!" She trembled with anger, tears streaming down her face. "They're all cursing me!"

"Oh." Yu Le took the phone from her hand, swiped it a couple of times, and saw the poster's ID.

Green ivy.

Heh, I guess it's that Wang Man.

Scrolling down further, you'll find nothing but small accounts stirring up trouble; it's clearly an organized and premeditated online troll army.

"Alright, stop crying." Yu Le tossed the phone back to her. "It's nothing. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. You're not tall, so why are you worrying about it?"

Liu Qianqian was stunned by his bizarre way of comforting her.

"You... are you even human?! I'm in this state and you're still making sarcastic remarks!"

"Otherwise what?" Yu Le spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Me cry with you? We hug each other and cry our hearts out, and then all those posts online will automatically disappear? They have that function?"

Liu Qianqian: "..."

That makes sense, but it just sounds so infuriating!

"What should I do?!" She stamped her feet in frustration, completely at a loss, and reverted to being that fifteen-year-old girl.

Yu Le sighed inwardly as he looked at her bewildered state.

Gan!

My retirement life!

These little brats have messed things up again!

He originally just wanted to coast along and wait to die, but now it seems that if he wants to lie down peacefully, he has to swat all the flies around him first.

"Go, turn on the computer." Yu Le pointed to the storage room filled with clutter.

Liu Qianqian was stunned, and asked through sobs, "W-what?"

"In CS, I'll start at A site, you set up the sniper rifle, and we'll wipe them out."

Liu Qianqian: "???"

What time is it?! He's still thinking about playing games!

Looking into the girl's beautiful eyes, which seemed to say "Are you crazy?", Yu Le didn't bother teasing her anymore and went straight into the storage room.

The old 586 computer roared like a tractor as it slowly entered the system.

Yu Le pulled over a small stool, sat down, dialed a number, and went online.

After a series of annoying "beep beep beep beep beep" sounds, I finally connected to the infuriatingly slow internet.

Liu Qianqian followed closely behind like a little tail, watching his actions nervously.

Yu Le skillfully opened the Beijing Film Academy BBS, ignoring the abusive posts, and directly clicked "Post New Thread".

His fingers clattered on the keyboard, a speed completely different from the lazy, foot-picking salted fish he had been moments before.

Liu Qianqian craned her neck, looking at the lines of text that appeared on the screen.

Title: Hello everyone, I'm Yu Le, the ghostwriter for "Invisible Wings"

Upon seeing this title, Liu Qianqian's heart clenched.

What...what is he going to do? Self-destruct?

She was about to speak up to stop him when she saw what Yu Le did next.

He didn't defend himself or lash out; instead, he began to tell the story in an extremely calm and even slightly self-deprecating tone.

"I'm not a musician, just an ordinary unemployed person who wants to start living a retirement life early, and coincidentally, I'm also Liu Qianqian's... parent."

"A few days ago, she rehearsed a play day and night for the school's welcome party. But when it came time to go on stage, her performance was cut by a classmate. She ran home crying."

"I'm not a very capable person. I don't have the money to donate a building to the school, nor can I stand up for her. Seeing how sad the child is, the only thing I can do is tell her that even if others have a 'beautiful sun,' we can also see that 'the sunset changes every day.'"

"And so, this song, 'Invisible Wings,' came about. It was written in a hurry, and I played it terribly; I just wanted to comfort my child. I never expected it would cause so much trouble."

"As for plagiarism..."

Yu Le paused after typing this.

He went outside and rummaged through a drawer in his storage bedroom and pulled out a piece of paper.

As a soul from a future era of information overload and fierce copyright wars, he deeply understands the importance of these things.

The day after he wrote the song, he took some time to get this thing made.

National Copyright Administration Work Registration Certificate.

He took a photo with Liu Xiaoli's outdated digital camera, uploaded it, and inserted it into the post.

The certificate clearly states the title of the work, the author, and the copyright holder.

Title: Invisible Wings

Author: Yu Le

Copyright holder: Yu Le

Registration date: September 18, 2002.

—It was a full ten days earlier than the welcome party.

After doing all this, Yu Le clicked "send".

The whole process was smooth and took less than ten minutes.

He turned around, looked at Liu Qianqian who was completely stunned and had even forgotten to shed tears, and smiled lazily: "Done, job done."

.......

In the online world, silence is temporary.

Three minutes after Yu Le posted his post, the previously chaotic BBS exploded.

The first reply: "Holy crap! Front row seat! An incredible plot twist!"

"Holy crap! I'm blind! They've shoved the copyright certificate in my face! How am I supposed to copy this?"

"The registration date was even earlier than the gala! Don't those trolls who accused us of plagiarism feel any shame?!"

"Damn it, I'm a grown man, and I cried! 'Even if others have a beautiful sun, we can see that the sunset changes every day'... It broke my family!"

"So the truth is, Sissi's show was squeezed out by people with connections, and her dad couldn't stand it, so he wrote this song to comfort her? Wow! What an amazing dad!"

"Wang Man! Get out here and take your beating! You think you're so great just because you donated a building?"

The wind direction was completely reversed in just a few minutes with overwhelming force.

Those IDs that had been the most vocal critics vanished without a trace.

Those supporters who had been silenced by online trolls finally erupted.

The entire forum transformed from a verbal attack on Liu Qianqian into an angry denunciation of the powerful bullying the weak.

The song "Invisible Wings," with the added boost of the story of "a loving father writing a song for his wronged daughter," saw its popularity skyrocket.

"Please release a single! I want to buy it! I absolutely have to buy it!"

"Yes! Release a single! Let those capitalists see what real music is!"

"Crowdfunding! We're crowdfunding an album for our goddess!"