While Yang Zhi and Lin Yun were talking, the internet was already in an uproar.
The live versions of "My Old Classmate" and "So Young" swept across the internet with almost unstoppable force.
"Holy crap, this is giving me the creeps! Is this the kind of song I can hear?"
"Oh my god, I really clicked on this video out of sheer stupidity. I thought I was the only one crying, but it turns out my whole family cried."
"I feel like this song could easily beat the music charts."
As the story gained traction online and its popularity soared, it quickly became the headline news on major websites late at night.
Even the official Chinese newspaper, Huamin Daily, commented on it.
"Amateur singer Chen Feng almost swept through the music scene with his two songs, 'My Deskmate' and 'To Youth.' This shows that the Chinese music scene is not without good singers, nor is it without good music. At the same time, the Chinese people are not incapable of appreciating good music."
"Again, I urge the music industry to give young people more opportunities, to learn to innovate, and not to let the outflow become more and more rampant."
Once the official statement was released, the buzz spiraled out of control and spread overseas.
"My God, what did I just see? Official endorsement! That shows how amazing these two songs are."
"You downstairs idiot, didn't you say it sounded bad? Now that the official platform is supporting it, what do you think?"
At this moment, an overseas Chinese is gazing towards his motherland from the bridge, filled with longing.
"I never imagined that China had such beautiful songs. I even want to go back to China and see the place where I studied when I was a child."
"Yes, I never listened to Chinese music before, but this amateur Chen Feng has made me full of expectations for the Chinese music scene."
As two young overseas Chinese students passed by, the old man was drawn to their conversation.
He opened his phone and found that major websites were flooded with headlines such as "Rise of Chinese Pop Music Scene," "Amateur Singer Reigns Supreme," and "Tonight is Destined to Go Down in History."
Out of curiosity, he clicked on a video; it was Chen Feng singing "My Deskmate".
As the music began, just a few lines of lyrics transported the elderly woman back to her youth.
He gazed at the distant, brightly lit city, and as the music played in his ears, tears streamed down his face.
In my mind, the youthful figures of two teenagers kept running around. Back then, the sky was very blue, the grass was very green, the classroom was very simple, and she was very beautiful.
For fifty years, the old man had never heard a song that could evoke such strong emotions. In fact, he felt that he had never truly listened to a song before.
It was late at night, and although Lin Yun had been brainwashed by his uncle, he was still worried.
He went online, and then he felt terrible.
The online popularity of Chen Feng, an ordinary person, exceeded his expectations.
He wanted to find a few reports about himself, or even just a comment, but unfortunately, he couldn't find a single one.
"Chen Feng, I would call him an eternal god."
"The song 'Classmate' has ripped away the fig leaf from the entire Chinese music scene and can even slap the face of the global music scene."
"Brothers, let's dox him. If we can't find Chen Feng's phone number and address in three minutes, then this generation of netizens is no good."
The screen was filled with images of Chen Feng, but Lin Yunan? There wasn't even a trace of him. This made him unable to contain his anger any longer.
"Fuck you, damn it, you son of a bitch."
He picked up the notebook and smashed it on the ground.
"Who the hell is howling like a ghost in the middle of the night? Is your mother dead? I was just listening to my deskmate crying, it scared me half to death."
A loud, forceful voice from downstairs almost shattered the glass.
This was a devastating blow! Lin Yun was already furious. He had spent so much money to gain exposure, hoping to become an overnight sensation and have a bright future.
Not only did he fail to become famous, but his reputation also crumbled, and now even the wealthy woman upstairs is unintentionally trying to stab him in the back.
Finally, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Meanwhile, things were quite different for Chen Feng. His phone was ringing off the hook, and as soon as he answered, the person on the other end started yelling excitedly, "Are you Chen Feng, the amateur singer who sang 'My Deskmate'?"
At first, Chen Feng didn't pay attention and hung up directly. But as the number of calls increased, he simply turned off his phone.
I'm so tired, I'll deal with even the biggest things tomorrow.
But something unexpected happened: his phone was off, but someone started banging on the door.
Chen Feng was startled and realized that the area downstairs was crowded with people, and the headlights of various cars illuminated the shantytown as if it were daytime.
No doubt about it, someone has doxxed him, and they've done it pretty accurately.
Amidst the commotion, Chen Feng calmed down. He remained completely composed, for he was now an all-around peak man, and a mere commotion could hardly frighten him.
He dragged the bed next to him to block the doorway, then slowly picked up his phone.
Soon after, police sirens began to sound outside.
When everything calmed down, Chen Feng was already asleep in bed.
"Open the door! Police!"
In a daze, Chen Feng felt as if he were wearing iron handcuffs, or as if his body was falling into an endless abyss. On the other side of the abyss, a huge blue sphere was slowly rotating, emitting a lonely rumbling sound.
"Bang, bang!"
The loud knocking pulled him back to reality. He groggily opened his eyes, and upon hearing that it was the police, he ripped the bed that was blocking the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw more than a dozen flashlights shining in his face, the bright light making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
"Holy crap, it really is him! Guys, hurry up and take a picture!"
"This generation of netizens is hard to manage. The accuracy and speed of their doxxing is astonishing, even to us police officers."
"Stop taking pictures. We are police officers, not thugs."
In a halo of pure white light, the voice that reached Chen Feng's ears left him speechless.
Until a young policeman hugged him tightly, tears streaming down his face:
"Bro, your song 'My Deskmate' is so good! My parents were about to get a divorce, but they ended up singing it for you instead."
"On behalf of my parents, I thank you, and thank you to your ancestors for eight generations, brother."
Holy crap!
Chen Feng almost jumped up. What's wrong with this policeman? Is this how you thank someone?
That night, Chen Feng's concert was incredibly popular online, but another shocking piece of dark news was rapidly gaining traction.
Outrageous: Netizens found Chen Feng's address in half an hour and forcibly broke into his home.
Shocking! Chen Feng, an amateur comedian known for his hit songs, actually lives in a rented apartment.
Police conducted a thorough search of the area overnight, just to bring Chen Feng to his new home.
Some rational people are speaking out online, saying, "These self-media and newspapers are shameless these days; they'll write anything for clicks."
"Upstairs, I live right next door. The title of the appeal is correct."
"Does Chen Feng live downstairs? Is it true that Chen Feng is so poor he eats shit, as the Dongjing Evening News reported?"
"Damn it! Who said that? What newspaper is so shameless? They might eat a bucket of instant noodles for three days at most, how could they be so extreme as to eat shit?"
"......"
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