Tonight, China is destined to be anything but peaceful. "My Old Classmate" and "So Young" are rapidly spreading across the country, and countless self-media outlets and news agencies are working overtime.
"Tainan's King of Pop Lee Tsung-sheng Concert: Mysterious Amateur Takes the Stage and Holds Up Half of the Chinese Music Scene"
"Tonight is destined to be recorded in history: Amateur singer Chen Feng's rendition of 'My Deskmate' brought tears to the eyes of audiences nationwide."
"A magical female voice, a song dedicated to youth, sweeps through the music scene."
Various headlines quickly began to dominate popular sections, and their popularity skyrocketed.
After Chen Feng finished singing his second song, the audience was still very enthusiastic. It was only after he promised to release a pure version of the album as soon as possible that everyone finally gave up on him.
Li Zongsheng continued singing, while Chen Feng, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, began to walk outside.
Behind him came waves of shouts, and his pace quickened with each shout, a smile playing on his lips.
From now on, Chen Feng will rule the Chinese music scene, and his rule over the music world is just beginning.
At this time, Wang Feng was planning an album release in Beijing. In order to make headlines, he spent a lot of money and hired several well-known domestic hype teams.
Seeing that everything was ready and nothing major had happened across the country, he picked up a glass of red wine, comfortably lay down on the sofa in the villa, and fantasized about waking up tomorrow to find himself on the front page of the news and his album selling like hotcakes.
Meanwhile, a storm is brewing online.
"Wang Feng is releasing an album today, did you guys see?"
"Upstairs, when was this? I didn't see the news."
"Major websites and Weibo have been releasing this one after another. Didn't you know? It's been forwarded tens of millions of times."
"It seems that Wang Feng can finally get his wish and make the headlines this time."
A die-hard fan was excitedly leaving a message in front of his laptop when suddenly he saw a reply.
"He's not even on the front page! You all know something big happened in Chengdu and Chongqing, don't you?"
What happened?
The die-hard fans initially didn't want to pay attention, but as they scrolled down the comments, they were shocked to find that they were all talking about Chengdu and Chongqing.
"Ah, I was just about to say that, but the person upstairs beat me to it. Wang Feng's headline is definitely going to be stolen this time. I listened to that song, it's a divine song."
"I agree with the comment below. Chen Feng is awesome. If it weren't for him, I would have broken up with my girlfriend."
What are these people talking about?
The die-hard fan was completely bewildered, so he opened a search engine and started typing "Chengdu-Chongqing".
Instantly, various headlines popped into his field of vision.
What an unforgettable night! A song by my deskmate kept me up all night.
Tonight, we pay tribute to youth and express our gratitude to Chen Feng.
A song, "My Deskmate," has dried up my tears over the past thirty years.
All the headlines pointed to one thing, which left die-hard fans speechless.
"An amateur prodigy has swept through the Chinese music scene; I would call him the strongest?"
"Are you crazy? What kind of song is so outrageous? And it's by an amateur?"
A die-hard fan decided to betray his idol Wang Feng for a moment and curiously clicked on a live video that was being uploaded. In the video, Chen Feng was just starting to sing.
Time passed by, and about an hour later, the desk of this die-hard Wang Feng fan was piled high with tissues. He had listened to "My Deskmate" on repeat thirty times, and tears of joy and sorrow streamed down his face.
"It's so damn good! Waaah, how could anyone write such great lyrics? My little Cuihua, I miss you!"
Such scenes are playing out all over the country, while the hype surrounding Wang Feng's new album has long been submerged in the ocean.
Even major hype companies were stunned. Wang Feng is a legendary rock singer, so why is it so difficult for him to make the headlines?
So they curiously clicked on Chen Feng's video of the Chengdu-Chongqing concert, and then, they decisively broke their contract and joined the ranks of those promoting the hit song.
It was late at night.
Chen Feng walked alone by the river, looking at the city lights and feeling a deep sense of emotion.
Zhao Yashuang's image lingered in his mind; three years of dedication had only resulted in someone wanting to kill him.
However, he also owes a great deal to her; if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have experienced a time travel.
Once you enter a dream, you will eventually wake up; all the splendor will fade away, leaving nothing behind.
Even the most beautiful dreams cannot compare to the warmth and joy of everyday life.
"Hello!"
"Son, your money has arrived. But how did you suddenly get so much money?"
"You know your mother's illness; don't do anything illegal for her sake."
"And how are things going between you and Xiaoya? Are you planning to get married?"
"You don't need to worry about Mom..."
"Mom, don't worry. Take this money and use it for medical treatment first. If it's not enough, just let me know. I've found a good job now, and I get ten thousand a month."
Chen Feng interrupted the chatter on the other end and continued, "I borrowed this money from my boss. You need to take good care of yourself. My son will come back to see you in another half month."
He hung up the phone and sighed deeply. A grand dream had become a new life.
This time, Chen Feng has made a triumphant return.
He found a shared bicycle, rode it back to his ten-square-meter rented room, looked at the cramped space, and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
As expected, what that world said was true: a simp who licks boots gets nothing, and in the end, he almost lost his life.
He lay in bed, preparing to rest. Tomorrow he would go to an entertainment company to release a few songs so he could earn money as soon as possible to repay his teacher, Li Zongsheng.
The money he sent to his mother today was borrowed from someone else, and he needs to pay it back as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, Lin Yun lost his temper again after returning to the hotel, and coincidentally, the phone rang.
Without even looking, he went up to her and yelled, "Aren't you fucking annoying? Haven't I fucked you enough yet?"
"Lin Yun, you little brat, who are you talking about? Say it again, you bastard!"
Instead of a soft, tearful voice, a domineering roar came from the other end of the phone.
This made Lin Yun immediately back down; he had thought it was Zhao Ya Shuang calling, but it turned out to be his uncle.
He dares to criticize anyone, but he doesn't dare to criticize his uncle, because his future depends entirely on his uncle. Even this time when he made an appearance, it was only through his uncle's connections that he got in touch with Li Zongsheng.
As the music director of Huayu Group, his uncle Yang Zhi has very strong connections, almost throughout the entire music industry.
"Uncle, I'm so sorry! I thought it was someone else."
He apologized immediately, like a dog wagging its tail.
"You brat, are you throwing a tantrum again? How many times have I told you? If you want to succeed in the entertainment industry, you need to change your personality. Don't you listen?"
Yang Zhi was currently in his 100-square-meter office, watching a video of Lin Yun singing that night, his cigar puffing out thick smoke.
Under the table, a figure could be vaguely seen moving up and down. From another angle, all that could be seen were a pair of black high heels and her upturned black stockings.
"I spent ten million to bribe officials so you could get screen time at Li Zongsheng's concert, and look at what you've accomplished?"
Inside the hotel, Lin Yun, pale-faced, began to explain.
"Uncle, this isn't my fault. If it weren't for Chen Feng, things wouldn't have turned out this way."
"I'm not telling you to shirk responsibility. Putting Chen Feng aside, don't you know what kind of idiot you are?"
After Yang Zhi finished speaking, his whole body suddenly trembled, and one hand pressed down on his lower body.
"Ugh...ugh...vomit..."
Afterwards, while still talking about the ordinary person Chen Feng on the phone, Yang Zhi showed disdain.
"He's just an amateur. Even if he had ten hit songs, let alone two, so what? With just one word from me, I can make sure he doesn't even have the chance to sign with an entertainment company."
"If you want to make a living in the music industry, then you better calm down. This world isn't just about talent and ability; it's about connections and status."
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