Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Although Director Yu immediately suppressed the information online, it was a live broadcast with hundreds of thousands of viewers, causing a huge uproar online.

There are currently two groups of people. One group is criticizing Sun Zhou for being shameless and self-supporting, yet still not achieving anything. The other group is all criticizing him, believing that the two will have some earth-shattering romance or something.

Of course, no matter what, Jiang Yi was having a headache. She had barely seen Sun Zhouyang cause trouble again.

Jiang Yi looked at Sun Zhouyang, who was lying on the sofa with a blank expression, and felt a surge of anger. It was truly a case of the emperor not being worried but the eunuch being anxious.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but then glanced at Sun Zhouyang and thought, "Calm down my ass!" "Sun Zhouyang, can't you just put up with it? You're always acting like a troublemaker. If you need money, at least wait until after the live stream is over before causing trouble!"

"Anyway, so many people are already criticizing me, a few more won't matter." Sun Zhouyang said calmly, seemingly unaffected by the online situation, before his phone beeped with a message notification.

"Who sent it to you?" Jiang Yi asked reflexively, as she didn't want Sun Zhousui to cause any trouble at this critical juncture.

“Yuan Panyang.” Sun Zhouti looked at his phone screen and spoke calmly, showing no surprise at all that Xiang Yang had sent him a message.

"What did President Yuan send?"

"He said not to worry about things online, he would help me solve them."

Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, thank goodness, but the next second a breath caught in her chest.

"I refused." Sun Zidu looked at Jiang Yi.

"Are you crazy?" Jiang Yi felt that this person was simply outrageous. She even wanted to snatch Sun Zhouyang's phone because her boss, Yuan, had sent a message, but she didn't dare to.

"I'm not crazy. Take me to see a psychologist tomorrow. I want to hold a solo concert. Yuan Panyang agreed, and it's scheduled for the 19th of next month. The time is a bit tight, but it's still possible." Sun Zhou spoke slowly and seriously.

"Are you sure? Right now, you have way more haters than fans. Aren't you afraid that everyone will be criticizing you?"

Jiang Yi was somewhat surprised; she thought Sun Zhouyang would hesitate for several months before considering the concert.

"Let's do it this way. So what if there are haters? I have plenty of talent, what am I afraid of?" Sun Zhouyang said confidently, his expression even infecting Jiang Yi. If that's the case...

“Okay, I’ll take you to see a psychologist at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.” Jiang Yi nodded: “You can do whatever you want. Even if President Yuan doesn’t help you anymore, I will still help you. At worst, I’ll go bankrupt.”

"Don't tell Yuan Xiangyang about the psychologist yet."

"why?"

"Don't tell him, just don't tell him for now," Sun Zhouyang glanced at the chat box on his phone. He suddenly didn't want Yuan Panyang to know, whether it was to avoid worrying the other party or to cover up his own shame, he just didn't want Panyang to know.

"Oh well, whatever. Anyway, President Yuan doesn't like me," Jiang Yi waved her hand. These things didn't matter anymore. It seemed that President Yuan really cared about Sun Zhouyang.

The next day, Sun Zhouyang went to see the psychologist.

"Mr. Yuan, was that Sun Zhouyang just now?" The secretary blinked, wondering if he was seeing things. But what were they doing there? There weren't any events planned. He continued, "Mr. Yuan, would you like to park the car?"

"No need, let's go back to the company." Pan Yang glanced out the window.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan."

Pan Yang scrolled through his phone, finally opening Sun Zhouti's chat and typing: "What are you doing?"

Messages are rarely replied to.

"I'm out here on business, preparing for the concert. What's up? Oh, by the way, don't forget Sunday. I'll talk to you later."

Alright, Pan Yang turned off his phone. Anyway, no matter what trouble Sun Zhouyang caused, he could handle it. It's just that the hidden person didn't tell him. He's learned to keep things to himself. Ha! He must not be angry, he must not be!

Without Huan Yang's help, Yuan Qingyan found that many programs no longer wanted her, so she kept looking for Huan Yang, from blaming him to pleading, but Huan Yang ignored her completely.

Some people are like that; they can't understand the difficulties of these things themselves, and as soon as they encounter problems, they start asking others for help.

On Sunday morning, Pan Yang arrived at Sun Zhouyang's house early. When Sun Zhouyang heard the doorbell, he got out of bed, suppressing his anger, but his temper vanished the moment he opened the door.

"You're here. Come in, come in." Sun Zhouyang stepped aside and closed the door after Xiang Yang entered. The two sat on the sofa, neither of them speaking, and for a moment, there was an awkward silence.

"Um, you're here pretty early, huh?" Sun Zhouyang said somewhat awkwardly, then immediately realized he'd said the wrong thing. Wasn't that obviously blaming them for arriving too early?

As expected, Pan Yang said, "I arrived too early. I've already asked Jiang Yi to buy food and bring it over."

“That’s not what I meant,” Sun Zhouyang said immediately, then sighed, “President Yuan, I actually wanted to have a serious talk with you this time.”

"Okay, you can talk." Pan Yang nodded. No matter what the hidden character said, he would stick to one principle: the hidden character was his! No one could take him away.

Sun Zhouyang saw him nod very readily, then he got up and rummaged through the bedroom to find a large box containing many notebooks and tapes.

He carefully took the contents out and placed them on the table: "This is a song I wrote when I was in the band. There was indeed something going on in the band back then, but it wasn't me. Someone sold the band's sheet music and pinned the blame on me."

"Back then, everyone knew I didn't do it, but they still told me to admit it because the person who sold the sheet music was poor, and in their eyes, that person was probably more talented than me."

"So we had a big fight, the band disbanded, and I started creating my own music. Unsurprisingly, it became a huge hit. But I didn't expect that the previous sheet music had been copied by the band members, which made me a plagiarist. I started to give up on myself, started drinking, fighting, and cyberbullying came at me almost all at once."

"I successfully ended up in the hospital for various reasons and gained a group of haters." Sun Zhouyang took a deep breath, looked at the sheet music, and pulled out a sheet with only the beginning written on it.

"The song is called 'Stars.' I only wrote the beginning because I felt I had lost my motivation. After all, stars are just stars," Sun Zhouyang said calmly, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Now I understand, the stars are the beauty of the sky, the true master of the night. How about I make this song the grand finale?"

“Of course,” Pan Yang said, indicating that he would support Zhou Yang no matter what he did.