There have been incidents in the music industry before. Just last year, a silver medal composer was besieged by comments from many gold medal composers. He couldn't stand it anymore and committed suicide by jumping off a building at home.
"No, I want to go to his house in person!"
Song Lanlan didn't want to sit there and wait for death, so she got into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement floor.
She didn't want Xiao Linzi to be depressed at such a young age.
It was just a setback.
There is still a long way to go in the future.
Jinhe District, a sea view apartment.
Lin Shiyi lazily half-lay on the bed, half-drowsy, picked up his phone and looked at it: "It's already eleven o'clock, Mom, I played games too late last night."
The first thing he did when he got up was not to brush his teeth or wash his face, but to turn on his computer and check the performance of his new song last night.
You don’t know until you see it. It’s shocking.
After one night, the download data was only 430,000.
Jiang Li's new song has already received 1.13 million views.
“Understanding, you have to listen to “Xiaochou” several times before you can understand it.”
Lin Shiyi had already expected this data.
But when he saw many composers tagging him and commenting on the posts of "Xiaochou", he felt a little strange: "What's going on?"
The latest post was also posted by Jiang Xi:
[The first round of results is already set in stone. "Xiaochou" has no chance of surpassing "How Far Is the Road" anymore. 】
[The first place on the new song list is booked in advance.] 】
After reading this post, Lin Shiyi felt a little embarrassed. Is he really going to fail this time?
Thinking of this, he recalled the scene a few days ago when several supervisors took him to the hotel next door to celebrate in advance.
How embarrassing.
Lao Liu and the other executives in the contract department felt the same way. They wished they could dig a hole and bury themselves in it. It was so fucking…
So embarrassing!
"Alas, it seems that our little Linzi has fallen this time."
"So what if he failed? My little Linzi is always the best. He just got promoted to silver medal and he dared to fight Aunt Jiang. His courage has surpassed other composers of the same period!"
"That's right! Aunt Jiang should be able to advance to the gold medal in two or three more songs. The two of them are not at the same level in terms of experience and status."
"You brainless fans are so disgusting. Lin Shiyi has already lost miserably and you are still here defending him."
"What's wrong with me defending him? Victory and defeat are common in the military. Do you deny Mr. Lin's talent just because he lost a game? Ridiculous!"
"I just can't stand your dog. What's wrong? Bite me?"
"Sorry, I don't bite dogs!"
"Some haters don't want to be motherless, they just don't have mothers!"
Because of the comments from a large number of top composers, the popularity of the two people's singing competition immediately topped the blog hot search list.
The polarized comments became increasingly harsh, and some netizens even escalated to the level of serious people.
The worst thing is that the quarrel was so fierce that some anti-fans were already asking for Lin Shiyi's address.
"Fuck, Douge has bad intentions, there's no need to ask for my address, right?"
Lin Shiyi's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Judging from the current situation, this singing competition would undoubtedly fail.
Just when the outside world thought that Lin Shiyi had failed and even the staff of Blooming had given up struggling, a post suddenly appeared, pushing the event to an unprecedented climax in just ten minutes.
The person who posted this is a Qudie from the official media, his surname is Chen and his given name is Yuye.
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