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

The next morning at 10:00 AM, the official Weibo account of Tencent Music was updated on time.

A nine-page voiceprint identification report was prominently displayed at the top, with a striking bright red official seal in the lower right corner, indicating it came from Tencent's Chief Acoustics Lab.

The content is simple and direct, hitting the nail on the head. The trajectory of the third resonance peak is abnormal, and the fourth resonance peak decays at an absolutely uniform rate.

Human breathing and vocalization inevitably involve uncontrollable fluctuations. Physically, a living person simply cannot achieve such a linear value. The ending is practically a direct accusation: all audio is AI-generated and not natural human voice.

Mr. Ma's efficiency this time is simply phenomenal.

Luo Qianyu sat cross-legged on the sofa, frantically scrolling through the comments section on her phone. Her fans instantly sprang into action, launching a full-scale attack.

[Penguin Headquarters Officially Confirms! Keyboard Warriors, Come Out and Take Your Blows!]

[Just say it's AI-generated! What kind of melodramatic youth literature could Teacher Qingfeng, that old man who writes sad love songs every day, possibly produce in Germany?]

[Stop right there, you guys who called him an old man! Who spread the rumor that Teacher Qingfeng is an uncle? What if he's an incredibly handsome guy?!]

Upon seeing this, Luo Qianyu turned and glanced at Xu Qing, who was washing cups in the kitchen.

An old man? This man's incredible waist almost broke her last night. She quickly shook her head, forcibly clearing those erotic images from her brain.

Before we could even finish digesting this gossip, three new terms suddenly appeared on the trending topics list. The speed at which they rose was clearly due to the purchase of a massive number of fake accounts.

#International acoustics expert Charles claims Penguin report is fabricated#

#Tencent Music protects its disgraced artists#

Can the power of capital cover up the truth?

Luo Qianyu frowned and clicked into the so-called "international expert's" Weibo account. The profile was verified as the chief researcher of a certain acoustics research institute in North America. This person posted a long, half-baked video, mixing Chinese and English.

In the video, he's wearing gold-rimmed glasses, pointing at the Penguin report and nitpicking like crazy. He insists that the Penguin Labs fabricated the data and that the standards they used are outdated. Finally, he pats his chest and guarantees that he used the latest algorithm to test it and that the recording is 100% real. The comment section is instantly flooded with hundreds of thousands of paid trolls, all with identical copywriting.

[Even international experts are debunking this, has Tencent really lost all sense of shame?]

Capitalists wield absolute power, distorting facts and creating chaos.

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze, get out of the entertainment industry!]

Luo Qianyu was so angry that she almost ground her molars to powder.

"What kind of 'little biscuit' is this piece of imported garbage?"

"Trying to shift the blame after just a few words of gibberish?"

"These online trolls can't even afford to change a punctuation mark, huh?!"

She was so angry that she kicked her legs wildly on the sofa. Xu Qing dried his hands, walked out of the kitchen, sat down next to her, and casually took away her phone, which was the one she was using to passionately argue with the haters on her alternate account.

"What are you doing?" Luo Qianyu reached out to snatch it like a kitten guarding its food.

"You look tired from practicing non-physical combat here, so I'll give you a physical break."

Xu Qing casually swiped the screen, clicked on the video of Charles, and burst out laughing after watching for less than ten seconds.

"This algorithm model was thrown into the trash by the Technical University of Munich seven years ago, but he still keeps it here as a family heirloom to show off."

"That's not the point, bro!" Luo Qianyu grabbed his shoulder.

"The main problem is that netizens are being misled by them; the online trolls are going crazy!"

"Even if Mr. Ma's legal department issues a lawyer's letter, it won't be able to stop Deep Sea Capital from throwing money around without any bottom line."

Xu Qing tossed her phone back onto the sofa and got up to walk towards the study.

"Where are you going?"

"Work overtime."

Luo Qianyu slipped on her slippers and followed Xu Qing inside. Xu Qing was already sitting in front of the computer, with three black-framed code interfaces popping up at the same time. His fingers were typing on the keyboard, leaving afterimages, and the sound was like a torrential downpour.

Luo Qianyu was dumbfounded: "You... you're checking the water meter by going through the internet cable?"

"To be precise, it's about cleaning up the garbage in academia." Xu Qing didn't even turn his head.

"Deep Sea Capital is indeed rich, but these quack experts are never clean."

Luo Qianyu pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. Looking at Xu Qing's focused yet slightly roguish profile, she suddenly felt a little thirsty and ran to the kitchen to wash a large bunch of Sunshine Roses.

When Xu Qing returned with the crystal bowl, he had already switched to Luo Qianyu's Weibo homepage and was preparing to edit a long post with pictures and text. Luo Qianyu casually picked up a peeled grape and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

What are you posting from my account?

"Borrow some data."

Xu Qing typed the last line of text, then dragged all the screenshots of the files she had just pulled from the overseas encrypted server into the nine-square grid.

"Does DeepSea Capital want to teach me how to do things in the field of acoustics?"

"They've even forgotten what their ancestors looked like."

With a click of the mouse, the message was sent directly, and within minutes, the "Luo Qianyu" account, which boasts 70 million active followers, exploded with activity.

Instead of the evasive rhetoric typical of PR teams, the entire 5,000-word article was a sharp, incisive technical analysis. The first half stripped Charles's video bare, exposing every single flaw, even highlighting the seven high-risk bugs in the source code library he used. It was all expert, hardcore terminology used to deliver a crushing blow, effectively branding the opponent with shame.

The second half was even more explosive: the last six images in the nine-grid were all screenshots of Charles's bank transfer details from offshore banks over the past two months! Clearly, four huge international transfers from the Cayman Islands.

The money arrived just three days before the surge in trending topics. The last screenshot even included an email between Charles and the middleman, in which the "professor" was haggling hard, demanding an additional $200,000 before he would come out to record an exposé video.

The last paragraph of the long article contained no emojis, only a single, menacing Chinese character.

[If you can't even fabricate a complete fraud, then don't pollute the academic environment. Is this $200,000 money to buy your life too hot to handle?]

The first three minutes after the Weibo post was published.

The comment section was completely silent.

The amount of information is overwhelming; even casual viewers might feel their CPUs overload if they take too long to look at it.

Three minutes later.

After the first wave of netizens finished reading the pictures and text, Weibo's servers froze for ten seconds and crashed.

The entire internet is in an uproar.

Holy crap! What kind of incredible feat did I just witness?!

[This is like hacking into the expert's lair and stripping them naked?!]

[Four transfers totaling one million US dollars, just to release a video to disgust Tencent? Hilarious!]

[Wait, Luo Qianyu transformed into a top hacker in the middle of the night? Was this 5,000-word technical post written by a female celebrity?]

[Brothers, read the question carefully! This outburst of information and aggressive behavior definitely indicates that the legendary player "Mingyue Qingfeng" is using a proxy account to protect his wife!]

[Teacher Qingfeng personally confronts multinational capital head-on! Even online novels wouldn't dare write something like this!]

[That phrase "cerebral palsy" is so poignant! Teacher Qingfeng, please stop scolding him, I'm afraid his heart can't take it!]

The troll accounts that were just running rampant have completely crashed.