Chapter 76

As for Ying Zhisheng, he's now a figure everyone on the internet hates. His reputation is as bad as it was before. A few days ago, the billboards and billboards at the CY Mall in the heart of the city, where every inch of real estate is valuable, were covered in vicious curses written in bright red marker and then punctured with scissors.

He even dared to start a live broadcast. In less than three minutes, hundreds of thousands of people were online. Ying Zhisheng was sitting on the chair and had not yet opened his mouth when users posted inappropriate remarks one after another and were detected by the system and forcibly blocked.

[Plastic surgery freak! Liar, nose-picking, pretentious guy! Ungrateful man! Fake affection! Murderer!]

Why haven't you banned Ying Zhisheng yet? Why haven't you banned Ying Zhisheng yet?

[Look at him sitting there without saying anything, and then starting to act cool again]

What's the big deal about haters smashing cars? Why don't they just run Ying Zhisheng over and kill him? Are there any family members in the same city who are playing for him?

[You said Ying Zhisheng has had such good resources these past few years... Could it be that he... sold...?]

[If you smoked it, then you're not saying you didn't. You used to be a sentimental, melancholic man, focusing on music, so why are you doing live streaming to make money now? Aren't you as calm as Ju Ge?]

[Hahahaha, I feel relieved to see everyone scolding me. Everyone can pay more attention to our sukwn group. After Zhou Haoji passed away, all the members of the group were very sad, especially the team leader Zhang Hui, who donated 200,000 yuan in Haoji's name [crying]]

[Do you still remember that Jiang Huoda wasn't even allowed to use a treadmill? Can you even wash it off?]

How could I have ever been a fan of such a scumbag? I really can't understand. He's been so high and mighty for so many years, but he's only held two concerts. He's had very few autographs and materials, and scalpers are selling tickets for exorbitant prices. Just because he's a star, he really feels superior.

[When he targeted Zhou Haoji on the variety show, it was clear that he had a bad character]

Did Ying Zhisheng lie today? Did Ying Zhisheng lie today? Did the person he was secretly in love with show up? Why hasn't she shown up yet? Is it because she doesn't exist?

…

Ying Zhisheng's secret crush sat in front of the computer, staring intently at the rapidly sliding barrage of comments. Seeing the unbearable insults and speculations, Lou Sheng frowned and tightened his jaw. He suggested, "Why don't we send someone to manage the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room? It can easily affect the mood."

"I'm in a good mood."

"I'm in a bad mood!"

Ying Zhisheng chuckled and clicked the mouse to play the first song he wrote for Lou Sheng, called "Spring Rain Embarrassing", which carries the youthful innocence and haziness of the rainy season that are unique to teenagers.

Why did you write this song?

Because in the spring rain, Lou Sheng had thrown his coat directly over him. The boy quickly ran to avoid the rain, turned around, his brilliant eyes damp with moisture, and smiled suddenly in the drizzling rain. He shouted to him, "Ying Zhisheng, run! Whoever reaches the other side of the street last will take the Chinese language test!"

With Lou Sheng's coat on his head, he breathed in the fresh air of rain, the smell of earth, and the inevitable scent that belonged to someone.

"Ying Zhisheng, do my clothes smell good?"

He dodged it randomly and said, "That's it."

"I washed my coat with the shower gel I use in the shower, and it smelled great when I wore it."

Ying Zhisheng's face flushed with sudden shyness as he returned his soaked coat to Lou Sheng. He turned his head to look at the raindrops falling from the eaves and whispered, "I'm going home to practice piano."

Lou Sheng put his clothes on his shoulders without any care, leaned over and asked with a smile: "Your trouser legs are too short. You've already ranked first on the hot song chart, why do you look so pitiful?"

When his inferiority complex was pointed out, Ying Zhisheng felt embarrassed and said coldly: "None of your business!" His father treated him as a cash cow and would not give him any living expenses.

"Okay, I don't care." Lou Sheng smiled and put his arm around his shoulders, saying as they walked, "If your dad doesn't buy you anything, I'll buy it for you. One of your headphones isn't working, so I'll buy you a new one. And that guitar fretboard is warped, so I'll buy you a high-end brand worth tens of thousands. You don't know this, but I just got a bonus this weekend."

Lou Sheng spoke to him so patiently, but Ying Zhisheng was resisting with his whole body at that time. He was even petty and cared about the fact that Lou Sheng did not invite him to watch the game. He was angry and deliberately did not reply to the other person's message.

…

A familiar and somewhat nervous voice came from his ears. Lou Sheng's expression was serious and worried: "Ying Zhisheng, were they scolding you and making you cry?"

Suddenly, he realized that his fingertips touched the corners of his eyes, which were wet with tears. Ying Zhisheng murmured, "I love this song so much."

[Wow wow wow wow! I'm crying! Screen recording! I have a feeling this show-off is going to burst into tears and apologize, begging for forgiveness from netizens.]

[Haha, I don’t forgive him, disgusting]

[Family members, look carefully! These are tears of repentance! These are crocodile tears shed by this ungrateful person, Ying Zhisheng!]

[I'm crying! He admitted it! What a scavenger!]

If repentance is useful, I would have repented after killing someone. A grown man crying, why would he do these things if he had known what he was doing today?

[Ying Zhisheng, I am very disappointed in you [bye]]

…

Lou Sheng wished he could be possessed by a ghost and personally fight these smart-aleck netizens. Seeing Ying Zhisheng in a low mood, the ghost had no choice but to sit beside him and hum a tuneless song.

"Wait, wait! Is this song also written for me?" Lou Sheng reacted, with an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

"Yeah." Ying Zhisheng admitted frankly that this song also won the Silver Peacock Award and achieved a record of billions of cumulative playbacks on major platforms. It won the first place at the music festival and dominated the charts on social platforms for consecutive days. Later, it was pushed down by "Love at First Sight".

Ying Zhisheng considers every song he writes for Lou Sheng a source of pride.

[Look! Talking to himself, the calm and composed Ju-ge is acting again! Why can't he act well in movies with his acting skills? ? ]

[You useless piece of shit, why are you pretending to be crazy?! ]

[The acting is so fake, they are treating us, the audience, like fools! ]

…

It was impossible for Ying Zhisheng to remain indifferent to malicious comments, but with Lou Sheng by his side, everything became easier.

He laughed, looking at the empty room beside him. "Everyone says my songs aren't original. Do you have any evidence? Is it just because of that man's consent?"

[Oh my god, that man, Ying Zhisheng, doesn't even have basic manners.]

[Rework it! This face is getting more and more disgusting. What a hypocrite! Unfilial son! Your father should have captured it on paper!]

[666, I want to see how disgusting Ying Zhisheng can get.]

Ying Zhisheng would be scolded if he had no expression on his face, if he smiled, if he didn't speak, and he was still scolded after just saying a few words.

Ying Zhisheng was still at ease with this plagiarism scandal. After all, he was a bit naive about this relationship at the time and liked to hide his feelings in songs.

"Every song of mine has either a piccolo or a guitar in it. I love both of those instruments."

"If you take their melodies individually and put them together, you'll find that the instruments seem to be speaking, expressing their love, repeating a name that's hidden deep in my heart. You can try it to see if it's true or not. This is a little Easter egg I prepared."

The comment was so convincing that the comments were silent for a few seconds. Not only were the netizens shocked, but Lou Sheng's eyes widened slightly as well.

Ying Zhisheng smiled and asked him, "Are you surprised?"

Lou Sheng touched his ears. If that was the case, then every time he listened to Ying Zhisheng's songs, he was inadvertently hearing a confession hidden deep within that was imperceptible.

He had heard it thousands and thousands of times, that is, he had heard the confession thousands and thousands of times.

Lou Sheng gave Ying Zhisheng a thumbs-up: "You're awesome, or you're good at having a crush, no, you're also good at romance."

Flustered and unable to compliment anyone, Ying Zhisheng helplessly covered his face with his hands and chuckled softly, announcing, "As for my father and the major media outlets and bloggers who spread the rumors, they will be handled by my lawyers."

[Is this true or false? Is this true or false? Is this true or false?]

[It's over! I posted a video yesterday accusing Ying Zhisheng of plagiarism, and it got over 100,000 likes. I won't be in jail, right?!]

[Bullshit! I don't believe it! Fake genius, fake genius! Fake genius, fake genius! Fake genius, fake genius!]

[I don’t believe it either. He created so many awesome songs when he was just a teenager. He really thinks he’s awesome.]

[Don't be skeptical of the comments, some bloggers have already used device software to extract and piece together the information, and it sounds like they are really saying it, like...Lushen]

[What road god is clearly Li Shen.]

[What the hell? I heard the first word was "no," the "no" in "nonono"]

[I can't hear it clearly, but it's true that every song is like this, it seems to be Owen]

[Fuck, Ying Zhisheng is so pretentious]

Even more pretentious, Ying Zhisheng held his forehead with one hand, his eyes fixed on the bewildered ghost, and replied softly, "There are rumors online that I've had multiple relationships and had romantic or physical relationships with multiple people. They're all false."

"In my life, I will only like him, and nothing has changed so far. I love him from the bottom of my heart, and I am loyal to him willingly."

Because the love is too deep and there is no distraction, no one in the world can enter, so the loyalty is maintained from body to mind.

Lou Sheng floated away directly. He felt that he needed to calm down.