The once defiant and unruly person has ultimately succumbed to the complexities of human relationships.
Ultimately, reality prevailed...
The smile on his face seemed to symbolize compromise.
As Ou Fanchen's voice resounded in all directions, his former glory was shattered.
In the past, tens of thousands of fans united to elevate him to a god-like status.
Now, he has personally handed over God's authority.
"Let's break up, I'm tired, let's destroy it."
"That's it, I'm no longer a Tianyi fan."
"If I ever listen to Tianyi's songs again in this lifetime, I'll be a dog."
"..."
There are fewer bullet comments.
It's not that there are fewer people, but that we're mentally exhausted.
The wave of disappointment made them see reality clearly.
Times are progressing, but music has fallen behind for who knows how many years.
That's enough!
A group of four.
An unusual silence.
All four knew this was a conspiracy by the Golden Song Awards, but so what?
The moment he personally handed the trophy to Ou Fanchen that day, the transition between the old and new music scenes had begun.
This scene has been permanently etched in the media's memory, and may well become a swan song.
Of course, it could also become a laughing stock and a stain on Zhou Tianyi's life.
"Sigh, so much time has passed, and everyone grows up."
"He is no longer the Tianyi who once dominated the Chinese music scene. Just as we young people eventually grow up, so will he."
The four tried to comfort themselves, but the scene from just now kept flashing through their minds.
I will never forget this in my lifetime!
"No matter what, we grew up listening to his songs, and in my heart, he is irreplaceable," Liu Wei said.
"Me too, but I'm just not reconciled. The Chinese music scene used to be so glorious, and now it's full of clowns," Jue Lun said unwillingly.
"Tianyi, he..."
At that moment, Manager Zhou spoke.
"What does Tianyi want to do?"
"What?" The other three were stunned for a moment.
They looked at the live broadcast, at the podium.
At some point, Ou Fanchen had already stepped down from the stage, leaving Zhou Tianyi standing alone on the podium.
He stood silently, his tall and straight body like a pillar supporting the sky.
The bright sunlight fell on my shoulders, as if I were carrying a full moon.
The camera clicked, capturing his face and creating an eternal image.
He slowly lowered his head, brought his mouth to the microphone, and whispered:
"I have something to say!"
His words, once spoken, unleashed a thunderous roar!
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