Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

The result was the same as Zhang Ziyao's investigation. In his memory, he did receive a mysterious phone call.

The caller was very cautious, not only using a sham phone number but also a voice changer.

It's obvious that they have been well prepared.

She had also asked Feifei before who made the call.

The answer given by Fei Fei...

Emmmmm...

It's quite complicated.

Mo Ling found it interesting when he thought about the people involved behind this.

"Why do you want to investigate him for no reason?"

Mo Ling asked casually, but in fact he was just trying to change the subject.

"Oh. Speaking of which, I was just thinking about it when I had nothing to do these days."

"I thought about what he would say when I died."

"It is said that he deliberately plotted against Zhang Zheng, which allowed Zhang Zheng to discover the clues and then discovered his identity."

"I didn't think much about it when I was facing death. But now when I think about it, it's obvious that there was something wrong with what I said."

"I can imagine what kind of life he led before even without investigating. The Zhang family is such a wealthy family and didn't find out that I was fake for 20 years. It doesn't make sense that he would suddenly find out about his life experience and deliberately frame Zhang Zheng."

Zhang Ziyao paused for a moment and continued:

"Even if we take a step back and say that he accidentally learned about his life experience, how could he know Zhang Zheng's schedule so clearly?"

"Anyway, I can't figure out how he did it all by himself. I think there must be someone behind him."

Zhang Ziyao picked up the coffee cup and wanted to take a sip, but when he saw that it was black coffee, he put it down again.

"But don't worry, I will continue to investigate."

"I don't think the other party would tell him his life story for no reason. There must be some purpose or something he wants."

"I am him now, so when the time comes, the other party will definitely contact me for ulterior motives."

"As long as the other party contacts me, I will know what the other party's purpose is."

After all, Zhang Ziyao was trained to be the heir to the group.

His style and methods of doing things are definitely not comparable to those of Zhang Yao, the real young master who came back halfway.

"Yes. Let me know if you have any news."

"no problem."

In Zhang Ziyao's eyes, Mo Ling is a hidden boss.

It is definitely a wise move to hold on to the big boss's legs.

After the two added each other's contact information, he left with the glass bottle containing the scavenger.

When he got home, he deliberately asked the housekeeper to buy him a fish tank and placed the fish scavenger in the living room.

As the family sat down to lunch, it was only natural that they came across the fish tank with the scavenger.

"Xiaoyao, where did you buy this fish? It's so ugly."

The dark scavenger is not really good looking.

It lay at the bottom of the water tank like a blackened banana peel.

"This fish is ugly, but it is ugly in a unique way."

"If you like fish, Mom will buy you some good ornamental fish. I remember your uncle Wang also likes fish, and he has a golden arowana at home. It looks so beautiful."

Zhang's mother looked at the scavenger twisting in the water with disgust.

Zhang Yao, who had turned into a fish, looked at Zhang's mother's face full of disgust, and he felt so hurt inside.

He kept opening his mouth and shouting: Mom, I am your son, your biological son.

But Zhang's mother couldn't understand or hear what he said.

"If the child likes it, let him keep it and play with it."

Zhang's father doesn't care what Zhang Yao raises. It's just a toy after all. If it dies, he can just replace it with another one.

"Dad is still the best. Dad, eat some vegetables."

Zhang Ziyao imitated Zhang Yao at home and picked up a piece of stir-fried mushrooms for Zhang's father.

This made Zhang's mother a little jealous, but he also picked up a piece of fish for her with his chopsticks.

This made the Zhang couple smile and they kept praising him as a good son.

After the family finished their meal, Zhang Yao returned to his room. When he returned to his room, he did not forget to bring the fish tank with him.

Placing the fish tank on the windowsill, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, he started working step by step, paying no attention to the scavengers swimming back and forth in the water.

Sometimes, ignoring something is more maddening than being ridiculed.

The matter of Zhang Ziyao was something that Mo Ling did casually.

Now she is watching the MV uploaded by Wen Qiye on the Internet.

Ever since Wen Qiye finished recording the song, he started preparing for the MV.

After such a long preparation, it is finally online.

This post immediately set the internet on fire as soon as it went online.

[Host, this song is as popular as ever no matter where it is played. ]

"Of course. Good things are good no matter what era they are in."

[However, host, there are so many good songs. Why did you choose this one? ]

"There are many good songs, but this one is very popular. The most important thing is that this song is written for the heroes who silently dedicate themselves behind the scenes. Such songs are very contagious. After all, everyone has his or her own hero in his or her heart."

"This is much better than the little love song of the hero and heroine."

"Look, it's only been an hour and the song has been played a million times. I think this song will be the headline news tomorrow."

Mo Ling smiled happily.

The song she wrote for Wen Qiye was "The Lone Brave Man", which has been played over 100 million times in the real world.

That year, this song came out.

It is definitely something that everyone from kindergarten kids to retired aunts and uncles can howl about.

That shows how awesome this song is.

Now it is accompanied by Wen Qiye’s low and hoarse voice and those tear-jerking MV scenes.

It's hard not to resonate with people.

In fact, it was just as Mo Ling expected.

This song became the number one trending search overnight.

Wen Qiye's popularity suddenly increased.

In Hai City, everyone in the upper circles knew Wen Qiye, the prince of Wen Group.

But now, not only people in the upper circles know him, but people all over the country know him.

Nowadays, all netizens are amazing.

Say something unpleasant.

You think that the guy who is picking his feet, eating instant noodles, unkempt, and cursing in the Internet cafe is a scumbag.

But in fact, he is a hidden hacker.

It will only take a few minutes to check on you.

So, don't underestimate anyone, and don't overestimate yourself.

As a person, it is better to be low-key and humble.

After all, modern people may not be good at other things, but they all hide their true colors, making it impossible for you to guard against them.

The next day, Wen Qiye had to climb over the wall to go to school.

The school gate was crowded with people and reporters.

"Hahaha, your hair is sticking up."

Mo Ling looked at Wen Qiye entering the classroom with a messy hair and laughed consciencelessly.

Wen Qiye pulled her hair lovingly and helplessly.

"I didn't expect that my information would be dug out overnight."

Although his information was not deliberately concealed, it could not be found even if one wanted to.

But who would have thought that these netizens are all impatient.

Just listen to the song, why bother looking up his information?

It’s really not easy to worry about.

"Squad leader, you are famous."

The classmates in the class surrounded Wen Qiye in an instant.

Wen Qiye is very popular in school.

Now, this song has made him a star in the school, and everyone wants his autograph.

Wen Qiye calmly answered the questions of his classmates.

As for a signature or something, he didn't have one.

He just told everyone to forward the song and MV.

As for autographs, forget it. He is not a star and has no plans to develop in the entertainment industry, so forget it.

I hope everyone will pay more attention to the meaning of the song. As for him, please let him go.

Everyone was moved by Wen Qiye's words and forwarded them one after another.

Without anyone knowing, Wen Qiye quietly handed a signed CD to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling held the CD and looked at him with a smile.

Is this still the Wen Qiye who just righteously said he would not sign?

"Only for you."

Mo Ling's heart.

Boom, boom, boom.

"it is good."

She liked his preference.