Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The ocean formed by glow sticks should have been dazzling.

But at this moment, an eerie atmosphere permeated certain corners of the audience.

Those were five hundred professional haters arranged by Zhou Yan.

They were scattered across various areas, like rat droppings mixed into porridge.

"Have you heard? Xu Qing is going to play the victim again this time."

"It's disgusting. That little fish has been dead for years, and he's still using it to make money."

"Exactly, they'll even kill the dead for fame."

"I think he's a liar. His previous persona of being a devoted lover was all an act."

These sounds were not loud.

But in noisy environments, it spreads as quickly as a virus.

Some viewers who were unaware of the facts began to waver.

"Really? Xu Qing seems quite sincere."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart; there's no such thing as genuine talent in the entertainment industry."

"If we really exploit the dead, that would be going too far."

The rhythm has been set.

What was originally anticipated turned into a subtle atmosphere of questioning and scrutiny.

A chubby man wearing glasses was sitting in the front row, holding up a light stick for Xu Qing.

He trembled with anger as he listened to the harsh comments around him.

"You're talking nonsense!"

The fat man suddenly stood up and yelled at the few people in the back row who were whispering among themselves.

"If Xu Qing was here for the money, would he have come here?"

"Do you people have any conscience?!"

The few haters in the back row exchanged glances and revealed a mocking smile.

"Oh, getting impatient?"

"Brainless fans are terrifying."

"If it's not about the money? Who knows if it's money laundering?"

The fat man was so angry that he wanted to fight, but the security guard next to him held him back.

"Sir, please calm down, or please leave."

The security guard said expressionlessly.

The fat man slumped down.

He looked at the light board in his hand that read "Go Xu Qing!"

A sudden, overwhelming sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

……

Central control room.

Zhou Yan crossed his legs and watched the commotion in the audience on the monitor.

He is satisfied.

This is the effect he wanted.

First, they smeared Xu Qing's reputation through public opinion, and then they blocked him technically.

A two-pronged approach.

Even a god couldn't save them.

"Is the sound system ready?"

Zhou Yan asked into the walkie-talkie.

"Director, the in-ear monitor signal has been completely cut off."

"The backup channel is also locked."

"As soon as he goes on stage, all you can hear is the static; you can't hear anything else."

The sound engineer's voice came through.

"very good."

Zhou Yan picked up the glass of red wine on the table and swirled it.

"When he gets to the climax of his song, around three minutes and twenty seconds in."

"Turn his microphone volume down to the minimum."

"I want him to become a mime clown when he's most immersed in the role."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood, Director."

Zhou Yan took a sip of wine.

The red liquid left streaks on the glass, like blood.

"Xu Qing, oh Xu Qing."

"Don't you like to sing?"

"I'll let you sing your fill today."

"You've made a fool of yourself in front of tens of millions of people. Let's see how you'll ever be able to stay in this industry again."

……

Genting Manor.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Luo Tianxiong was wearing that Tang suit, and he was holding two priceless lion's head walnuts in his hands.

In front of him was a huge projection wall.

The image shown above is not from the match.

Instead, it's a dense mass of code and data flow.

That was the technical team from the Rockwell Group, monitoring all the network data of the Olympic Sports Center in real time via a private satellite.

"Sir, it's detected."

The housekeeper, Old Zhang, stood to the side, holding a tablet computer in his hands.

"An unknown data stream is attacking the on-site voting system."

"They want to implant a logic lock in the background to lock the son-in-law's vote count."

Luo Tianxiong sneered.

The walnut in my hand made a crisp "crack" sound.

"Trying to hack with me?"

"Have these capitalists forgotten what I started out in?"

Luo Tianxiong started his career in communications and security.

On technology.

The group of people he employed could easily outmaneuver Zhou Yan and his few amateur hackers.

"Old Zhang."

"exist."

"Tell the technical department."

"No need for defense."

"Reverse track me."

"Hack those hackers' computers."

"By the way, send them all their IP addresses, real identities, and transaction records to the cyber police."

"Since they want to play dirty tricks."

"Then I'll show them what a dimensional reduction attack really means."

"Yes, sir."

Old Zhang looked down and operated the machine for a few moments.

A few seconds later.

The red alert on the projection wall disappeared.

Instead, a line of green text appeared:

The threat has been eliminated.

Luo Tianxiong stared at the screen, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Dare to touch my son-in-law."

"I think you're all tired of living."

……

Backend access.

Xu Qing carried the guitar with the little fish sticker on it.

He walked at the very front.

Wang Dazhu, Li Ergou, and Zhang Tiedan followed behind.

All four of them had calm expressions.

That calm before the storm.

"Xu Qing."

Luo Qianyu suddenly called out to him.

She did not take off her sunglasses.

But Xu Qing could sense that the eyes behind the sunglasses were filled with worry.

"The instrument is broken."

"Maybe... we should just forget about it."

"Let's go home."

I'll take care of you.

Luo Qianyu's voice was very soft.

She was really scared.

She was afraid that Xu Qing would be hurt again.

I fear that his heart, which had just begun to heal, will be torn apart again by these scumbags.

Xu Qing stopped in her tracks.

He turned around.

He reached out and tidied up Luo Qianyu's slightly messy bangs.

"Little fish."

Do you remember what I told you?

Xu Qing's lips curled up slightly.

That was a smile with a touch of roguishness that Luo Qianyu hadn't seen in a long time.

"I said that."

"If you're willing to speak, I'll take you home."

"But before going home."

"I need to clean up the trash here first."

"Otherwise, it will make the way home dirty."

Just then.

A mechanical notification sound suddenly rang in Xu Qing's mind.

【Ding! 】

The system has detected high-intensity external signal interference.

[Host's hearing is impaired.]

[The host is currently in an extremely disadvantageous environment.]

Passive defense mode activated!

[Gained temporary skill: Absolute Pitch Range (S-rank).]

[Gained temporary skill: Sound Field Domination (S-rank).]

[Note: At this moment, the sound field of the entire stage will be controlled by the host's will, without the need for in-ear monitors or accompaniment; everything can become music.]

The smile in Xu Qing's eyes deepened.

Even the system couldn't stand it anymore?

Today's show is going to be even more interesting.

"Next!"

"Please welcome... Xu Qing!"

The host's voice trembled slightly.

I don't know if it was because of excitement or because of Zhou Yan's hysterical commands in the earpiece just now.

The stage doors slowly opened.

The blinding spotlight instantly shone on Xu Qing.

He did not dodge.

He walked out into the light, step by step.

Behind.

Wang Dazhu raised the suona, which was covered in scratches.

Li Ergou set up the erhu, which only had half a bow hair.

Zhang Tiedan carried the large drum, which was splattered with paint, on his shoulder.

This band looks like they crawled out of a garbage dump.

And so, he swaggered into this glamorous yet rotten and foul-smelling arena of fame and fortune.

offstage.

Fifty thousand eyes were fixed on them.

I have high expectations.

There was mockery.

There is indifference.

Xu Qing stood in front of the microphone.

He raised his hand and gently removed the silent in-ear monitor from his ear.

Just toss it aside.

"Smack."

The in-ear monitor fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This action.

Extremely arrogant.

He's incredibly handsome.

In the control room, Zhou Yan suddenly stood up and stared intently at the screen.

"What does he want to do?"

"Is he crazy?"

Xu Qing did not speak.

He simply adjusted the height of the microphone.

then.

He was facing the camera.

Facing Zhou Yan.

Facing those rats hiding in the gutter.

He raised his middle finger.

"Shh-"

Xu Qing put her index finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Quiet."

"Next."

"I'm going to start killing."