Virtual Superstar Breeding Diary

At 2:2 noon on February 12, "Farewell to the Past" ranked No.15 on the Fengyun Music Hot Song List, with 621 million votes and 495 million paid downloads;

In the early hours of that night, "Farewell to the Past" had already blown away the top two spots one after another, ranking No.13, with 670 million votes and 530 million downloads!

The higher the ranking, the wider the gap between neighbors. Especially after the second round of voting has started for a week, the distance between the top ten and the back row has almost become an insurmountable gap due to the time advantage.

According to the law of the past, the ranking has almost become a fixed number by now. Starting from No.13, every step forward, the additional data will be recorded in millions.

I don’t know how many data fans and passers-by in the entertainment industry are staring at the ranking list, guarding the ranking list all night long, just to witness the birth of a miracle——In the past star show competitions, there has never been any second-round ranking outside the [-]th place, rushing to the front A precedent for ten golden seats.

Could this unprecedented miracle be created by this college student named Liang Jingsheng?

After realizing this possibility, reporters from various entertainment media couldn't sit still. They tried every means to frantically inquire about Liang Jingsheng's information through various channels.

Liang Jingsheng, a freshman in a certain department of a certain college of Wutong University, a member of the music club, and even the fact that he once crazily pursued the department's senior sister Hua and bet on the competition for this, was dug out by the good news.

A young man who loves music, for love and dreams, creates a miracle of counterattacking the dark horse, and finally has a good career and beauty. What an inspirational and romantic story!

Isn't this the most popular story among the people?

The reporters were gearing up, inspired like a spring, and wrote the draft all night, making hype. Early in the morning, they rushed to Wutong University to look for the protagonist of this "dark horse", for fear of falling behind and losing the exclusive headlines.

Liang Jingsheng, who was on the cusp of the storm, had been in the dormitory for two full days, and he didn't go to class, and he didn't dare to go to the music club, for fear of facing the mocking face of his seniors.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you feel quite proud a few days ago." The roommate packed his schoolbag and was about to go to class. rejected you?"

"Don't worry about it." Liang Jingsheng grabbed the quilt and covered his head, like an ostrich buried in his head, his voice was low and impatient, "Don't tell anyone that I'm here!"

"I used to think about being famous all day long, but now I'm afraid again. It's really wrong." The roommate snorted coldly, slammed the door and left.

Being alone does not give Liang Jingsheng a sense of security. He is curled up in the quilt, and the screen of the smart terminal is always dimly lit, illuminating his livid and distorted face.

He licked his dry lips, pointed to the latest ranking list with trembling fingers, and "Farewell to the Past" moved up another place!

Seeing his name getting closer and closer, Liang Jingsheng threw away his phone in a panic, as if throwing away a bomb that would detonate at any time, and he dared not even read the comments, no matter whether it was praise or negative comments, they did not belong to him.

Every word, every click reminds him - he is a despicable thief!

Liang Jingsheng felt as if he was stepping on a suspension bridge that had been in disrepair for a long time. Every time he took a step forward, he was frightened. May fall to pieces!

"It's all about that song! It's all about senior sister!" Liang Jingsheng tapped on the bed angrily and desperately, "And the guy who left the song! If it weren't for you, how could I...how could..."

He hugged his head in collapse: "If I'm found out, I'm done... What should I do? What should I do!"

In the darkness, he was awakened by a loud knock on the door: "Is classmate Liang in there? Classmate Liang? I'm a reporter from Entertainment Weekly, and I want to interview you!"

Liang Jingsheng was stunned, his whole body flinched, and his field of vision instantly spun—it's over, he's about to be discovered!

Every part of his body was trembling, and he was so frightened that he only covered himself tightly with the quilt, as if he could disappear from the world by doing so.

The reporters outside knocked for a while, but found nothing. The footsteps gradually faded away, as if they had given up.

Liang Jingsheng lay on the bed like a collapse, and when he came back to his senses, his back was drenched in cold sweat, sticking to his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from his stupor and was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. Liang Jingsheng had no choice but to climb out of bed, covered himself tightly with a down jacket, put on a thick mask, and listened carefully. movement outside.

After making sure no one was there, he opened the door cautiously and went out to buy food.

Unexpectedly, just after he walked out of the dormitory, a large group of reporters swarmed him like hungry wolves pouncing on sheep, and immediately surrounded him.

"Student Liang, your "Farewell to the Past" single is currently ranked No. 12. Do you have confidence in the top ten?"

"Student Liang, I heard that you participated in the National Star Show because you were after a girl. Have you caught up with her now?"

"Student Liang, how did you create this song? Did you ever think that it would suddenly become popular?"

"Student Liang..."

Liang Jingsheng was stunned, his mind went blank, and the reporters kept talking like cannonballs, buzzing like a migraine-inflicted radio.

"I..." Liang Jingsheng opened his mouth silently, unable to utter a word, his mind was full of fear, he looked at the reporters who surrounded him in panic, as if he saw a scourge.

In the chaos, an entertainment reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses squeezed in front of him, his thick voice immediately covered the noise, and it was extraordinarily clear amidst the crowd's shouting:

"Mr. Liang, is the person in this video you?"

The smart terminal in his hand projects a short video. The environment seems to be the corridor outside the classroom. A young boy wearing a peaked cap is playing a guitar while singing a love song. Post it online.

Liang Jingsheng shifted his gaze to the short video and subconsciously nodded.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yuji smiled sadly: "If this is you, then I would like to ask Mr. Liang, why is your singing voice in the video completely different from the voice of the song "Farewell to the Past"?"

"Ah!" Liang Jingsheng woke up from a dream, as if he had been hit on the head with a club, his eyes went dark, he almost passed out from fright, his lips were trembling, his fingers were trembling, and his whole body was trembling everywhere.

"that's me……"

When Yuji saw his reaction, he was even more affirmed by eight or nine points, and his voice became more aggressive: "Mr. Liang, can you explain? Did you really create and sing the song "Farewell to the Past"? Could it be that you stole someone else's song?" song? Imposter?!"

It's over—it's over now—

Of course Liang Jingsheng couldn't answer, only two words were left in his numb head.

His body seemed to be on fire, his mouth was parched, and he seemed to have just walked out of an ice cellar, frozen to the point of freezing, hot and cold, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead, as if the flow could not be exhausted.

After a moment of dead silence, everyone around was shocked by this blockbuster bomb!

"what?!"

"It turned out to be an imposter? No wonder he has been avoiding us for fear of being interviewed!"

"Really? Student Liang, don't you want to say something?"

More and more people began to watch. The reporters were like a wall of people, blocking him from breathing. In a daze, Liang Jingsheng seemed to see senior sister Xihua standing not far away, looking at him like he was watching a joke.

He came to his senses in a jerk and was forced to rush. He suddenly lifted his mask, smashed the jar, pointed at Yuji's nose and cursed: "Shut up! What evidence do you have? Why do you say I'm a fake! Then I sang the song!"

"Oh?" Yu Ji adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and looked at him with a half-smile, "Aren't you a fool? Since you insist, why don't you sing it in front of everyone? Everyone has ears. Yes, it’s not true, it’s not true.”

Liang Jingsheng was at a loss for words, sweat dripping down his neck, he felt that he was really a fool, otherwise how could he fall into such an obvious trap!

"I...I have a cold, and my throat is bad..." He repeatedly made excuses full of loopholes, and all the blood on his face faded away.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone looked at him more and more subtlely, Liang Jingsheng seemed to have been stripped of his skin, naked and under the eyes of everyone.

"Mr. Liang, do you know the number of downloads of this song? Now it has more than 500 million, which is equivalent to stealing other people's property worth 500 million! You will go to jail!"

This sentence was the straw that broke the camel's back!

Liang Jingsheng stared intently, panicked like a rabbit being shot by a gun, and was finally completely defeated, crying loudly: "I... I didn't mean it... I didn't mean to steal other people's songs ……sorry……"

Liang Jingsheng cried bitterly during the interview, which was simultaneously broadcast by countless live broadcast platforms. This explosive news instantly detonated the Internet!

Since he is fake, who is the real singer?

Not far away, a pure black flying sports car parked silently on the side of the road.

A man in a black trench coat with a stand-up collar sat upright in the back seat, his slender legs crossed, and he leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed. When he was silent, his appearance was quiet and indifferent, like a marble sculpture.

Assistant Zhou Tong trotted over and reported the situation to him in a low voice.

The projection screen on the small table was showing Liang Jingsheng's ugly behavior in front of everyone. Ji Chenxuan glanced at it, and immediately showed a calm disdain: "Have all the media's tongues been arranged? We must speak in unison."

Zhou Tong nodded hastily: "I understand that this time's oolong is really a bit tricky. There is no monitoring in the recording cabin, and we can't disclose the matter of Mr. Xiao's black household. Unless the two of them confront each other on the spot, other than the thief The guy who sings himself admits in public, there is really no good way."

Ji Chenxuan frowned, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed twice, with a morbid hoarse voice: "Continue to let the people from the legal department watch this matter, I want him to learn a lesson he will never forget."

Zhou Tong secretly clicked his tongue. Based on his understanding of Ji Chenxuan over the years, this boss has always been more tempered and angry.

Seeing that Ji Chenxuan was coughing all the time, Zhou Tong handed over the thermos: "It's cold in spring, be careful of catching a cold."

Ji Chenxuan raised the car window to block the cold wind pouring in: "Let's go."

When he sat in the driver's seat, he couldn't help asking: "President Ji, that Mr. Xiao, what do you plan to arrange? Do you need to announce his identity as a singer?"