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Lin Ting began by saying, "Although I would have reacted the same way to anyone who experienced this situation, during the recording, I was thinking how wonderful it would be if someone could handle my handling and the arrangement design."
"You clearly had the potential to leave behind a better stage, making me willingly cast my vote for you."
Lin Ting could feel that Zhao Qinfeng was staring at him, looking into his heart through his eyes.
What she had just said was tantamount to an impulsive confession, and Lin Ting belatedly felt embarrassed, a slight burning sensation creeping up her neck and cheeks. Fortunately, the car was dimly lit, concealing all the vibrant colors.
Zhao Qinfeng was about to speak when he realized his voice was hoarse. But he didn't clear his throat, afraid that raising his voice even slightly would disturb the tranquility of the small space. He said in a low voice, "It's okay. I will try my best to leave more good performances in the future. This time... I have done my best."
The two remained silent in the car for a while before Lin Ting broke the silence by speaking first.
"It's getting late, you should go home and rest. I need to go home too," Lin Ting said.
Zhao Qinfeng nodded, opened the car door, got out, and left.
Lin Ting didn't drive away until he saw Zhao Qinfeng enter the building. As he left the neighborhood, he felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips and his heart was beating unusually fast.
Five minutes later, Lin Ting parked the car in the parking space, turned off the engine, and got out of the car, only to realize that he hadn't turned on the car music the whole way.
"If I had known, I would have encouraged Zhao Qinfeng to sing in the car..." Lin Ting thought to herself.
Since that night, Lin Ting realized that his relationship with Zhao Qinfeng seemed to have become closer, and then it developed steadily. He would occasionally ponder his feelings for Zhao Qinfeng, but he would not make things difficult for himself, and he would never get stuck on a rut. If he couldn't figure it out, he would just let it be.
As filming progressed, Lin Ting became increasingly accustomed to the camera and the various unexpected events that occurred during filming, and she no longer experienced the emotional fluctuations she had that night.
Videos were produced in sync with the show's broadcast, and Lin Ting became increasingly adept at writing scripts, even managing to squeeze in time to create other content whenever possible.
In the blink of an eye, the stage that had left Lin Ting with mixed feelings finally appeared in the public eye as the show aired.
Lin Ting can guarantee that Zhao Qinfeng will definitely be in this video, and that he will focus on him, discuss him comprehensively, and give him a thorough overview.
When Zhao Qinfeng learned of this honor, he was overjoyed but also cautiously asked Lin Ting: How much firepower do you plan to use to criticize this stage?
Lin Ting feigned surprise, "So this is how you see me."
Zhao Qinfeng typed "typing" for a long time before finally sending an "Erkang hand" emoji, looking like he wanted to explain but didn't know how.
After teasing him, Lin Ting returned to seriousness and quickly replied that he would definitely not use foul language and that they should talk things out.
Zhao Qinfeng was silent for a moment, then said that your "speaking properly" is the same as "saying everything properly", it seems that you are not going to leave any room for maneuver.
Lin Ting said, "It seems that this time we may have to test the staff's bottom line on their tolerance for the manuscript. I'll apologize to them in my heart first."
Zhao Qinfeng wasn't worried about that aspect. Based on his understanding of Director Qiu, it was normal for this type of article to be released. He was more worried about Lin Ting himself.
He said that you might get chased and cursed by that singer's fans.
Lin Ting replied, "Actually, it's more likely that your fans and his fans will curse me together."
Zhao Qinfeng thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case, so he replied with a string of ellipses.
Lin Ting laughed heartily in front of the screen and typed a message to Zhao Qinfeng, telling him not to worry.
Zhao Qinfeng recalled Lin Ting's unusual mood that day and knew that his current plan had probably been carefully considered and wouldn't be easily changed. Furthermore, given Lin Ting's personality, the fact that he didn't release his complaints directly on the night of recording was already a sign that he was adhering to the confidentiality principles of variety show recordings. After all, during the last live broadcast where Zhao Qinfeng's music was replaced, Lin Ting's complaint video was uploaded online right after the broadcast ended—an astonishingly efficient process.
If Zhao Qinfeng put himself in Lin Ting's shoes and thought about it, he felt that he probably couldn't help himself either. After all, before he got used to such things, he had also been genuinely indignant.
It turns out that Zhao Qinfeng did indeed know Lin Ting. The main content that Lin Ting planned to include in the video's吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary or criticism) segment was written by him after he finished recording the show, dropped Zhao Qinfeng off at home, and then went home himself.
Actually, Lin Ting was very tired after recording the show, and she was also exhausted from pouring her heart out to Zhao Qinfeng. She returned home feeling physically and mentally exhausted and wanted to rest immediately, but she couldn't fall asleep after lying in bed.
After counting two hundred dumplings on the bed, Lin Ting finally resigned himself to his fate, got out of bed, sat down at his computer desk, and started typing.
The typing process was very smooth. Lin Ting suspected that when he was counting dumplings, his subconscious was still trying to organize his thoughts to complain.
After typing out what he wanted to complain about, Lin Ting went back to bed. Perhaps because he had finished what he was so eager to do, Lin Ting fell asleep immediately this time.
That night, he slept soundly, and in his dream, several of Zhao Qinfeng's songs flashed by, as well as the song that Zhao Qinfeng and Lu Ren sang.
In the dream, Lin Ting was no longer a music critic sitting on stage watching the performance, but a backstage coordinator, reaching out to turn off Lu Ren's microphone and then playing the harmonies that Zhao Qinfeng had recorded himself. Lin Ting listened to the singing on stage and smiled with satisfaction.
When Lin Ting woke up, he vaguely remembered some things, but not the specific details. Although he could piece together most of the dream, the stage details he recalled were distorted, and the auditory experience was distorted. In the end, it was not as good as the stage he could really hear.
This video could only be prepared and released after the corresponding episode aired. So for more than a month, Lin Ting did not open the file containing the script for this video. It was as if the frustration in his heart was sealed in this file, and his condition completely returned to normal.
After the program aired, Lin Ting completed the script, went back and revised the wording used in the criticisms, and then sent the script to the staff member in charge.
The reply was the same as before, except this time Lin Ting received the review notification much later. He usually received a reply within two hours, but this time it took much longer.
However, this doesn't significantly affect Lin Ting's video production progress. He has already selected the content that he's certain won't be blocked and completed a portion of it, planning to wait for feedback before deciding how to revise the吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or criticize) section.
Half a day later, Lin Ting unexpectedly received a reply that the review had been approved, and it was also a message from Director Qiu.
Director Qiu asked him, "Teacher Lin, have you thought this through? I don't mind using this video to increase the show's visibility, but are you prepared to please neither side?"
Lin Ting replied that she was ready.
He quickly finished producing the video, uploaded it, and prepared for a flame war in the comments section.
The first to see the video were naturally those who already followed Lin Ting. They were used to Lin Ting's video style, so they didn't take his criticisms as particularly sharp attacks, but simply thought it was his personal style, since similar situations had occurred before.
However, the video was then seen by viewers of the variety show and fans of the show's guests, and the comment section became chaotic.
Lin Ting looked at the expected stream of abusive comments and messages, but felt no emotion.
When he watched the video the night it was first released, fans from both sides were cursing each other. Zhao Qinfeng's fans told him not to get involved, and the singer's fans told him not to make baseless accusations. But when he woke up the next morning, he saw some bizarre comments with "support" and "thank you".
A possibility flashed through his mind, so he immediately opened Weibo, searched for Zhao Qinfeng in the search bar, clicked into his account, and saw the latest Weibo post.
Zhao Qinfeng forwarded his video link, with the caption "Teacher Lin is a very responsible music critic. Thank you for his hard work and corrections both on and off stage [rose][rose]".
Lin Ting exited Weibo, opened her chat with Zhao Qinfeng, and wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.
A perfunctory "thank you" would seem superficial, and discussing the potential impact on Zhao Qinfeng would appear like someone who has benefited from the situation but is now acting innocent. If nothing is mentioned, Lin Ting might start to feel guilty.
He hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to send a message saying, "Thank you for speaking up for me on Weibo," to start the conversation.
He stared at the lone message, feeling that he would find it difficult to truly concentrate on his work until Zhao Qinfeng replied.
Fortunately, Zhao Qinfeng didn't let Lin Ting suffer for too long. He quickly replied, "It's okay. Actually, I wanted to tell you in advance, but I was worried that you wouldn't let me do it, so I took the liberty of doing it myself. I'm sorry."
Lin Ting had to admit that if Zhao Qinfeng had really told him beforehand, he would have asked Zhao Qinfeng not to do it, because he didn't want Zhao Qinfeng to have a falling out with his fans because of speaking up for him.
Zhao Qinfeng seemed to have guessed what Lin Ting was thinking and replied, "I know you may be worried that this matter will affect me, but actually I just want everyone to know that you are a serious and responsible music critic. Even if you say some things that are not so pleasant, you are just doing your job. I believe everyone will understand."
He posted again, and before you complained about the gala, he wrote a lot of things about the songs I sang. If my friends who like to listen to my singing see this, they will understand what kind of person you are.
Lin Ting wanted to ask, "And what about you? After reading all those words where I praised you and criticized you, and after watching those long videos, what kind of person do you think I am?"
However, he didn't ask that question. If he did, his work performance for the morning would be completely ruined. But in reality, he still had a lot of tasks to complete, and there was no room for him to slack off this morning.
Lin Ting finally said, "Thank you anyway."
Zhao Qinfeng said, "You're welcome. I'll take a nap. I just finished work and got home."
Lin Ting sent a "Goodnight" message and finally calmed down. He felt that his current state was a combination of an ostrich and a stubborn donkey, being timid and hesitant with Zhao Qinfeng on one hand, and stubbornly sticking to his own ideas on the other.
"I should just go to work first, no matter what," Lin Ting comforted herself.
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