You're trending.
In the afternoon, Song Zicheng went to the hospital alone to pick up the test results. When he arrived, Ling Chu happened to be in the office. He took the test results, knocked on the door, and went in.
"You're here, have a seat." Ling Chu said to Song Zicheng sitting opposite him, "Don't be nervous, Zian's health is fine, quite stable, just a bit of a cold, he can take some cold medicine when he gets back and wear more clothes."
Hearing this, Song Zicheng relaxed, his furrowed brows unfurrowed, and he smiled: "Okay, I understand, thank you, Dr. Ling. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now, so as not to disturb your work."
After saying that, Song Zicheng turned and walked back.
"Wait," Ling Chu called out to him.
"What's wrong?" Song Zicheng turned around and asked him.
Ling Chu didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then her lips moved: "It's okay, drive carefully on the way back."
"Oh, right, remember to come over for dinner tonight."
"good."
Around two or three in the morning, Song Zicheng, who was sound asleep, was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. Exhausted from a long day, he was only angry at being woken up. He didn't know which idle person was disturbing his peaceful sleep in the middle of the night.
He squinted, not even bothering to look at the message. He simply swiped his finger down to turn off the WiFi. In an instant, all sound ceased, and he drifted back into his dream.
The first rays of morning sunlight fell on Song Zicheng's face, making him feel warm and comfortable. He leaned against the headboard and took a minute or two to slowly wake up.
He picked up his phone from beside his pillow, turned on the internet, and instantly, a series of ringing sounds rang in his ears, exactly the same as last night. The noise made his head, which had just woken up, start to ache again.
There were so many messages on his phone screen, one after another, that he couldn't even make out who posted them or what they said. He only vaguely sensed that the most repeated word was something like... "It's trending."
What's trending?
Song Zicheng was a little confused. He was someone who never followed celebrities and wasn't interested in who became famous or not.
He opened WeChat and was shocked to see 99+ messages. An uneasy feeling welled up in his heart. He frowned, his eyes darkened, and he clicked on Jiang Yuebai's messages first.
The first thing I said was that you're trending on social media.
Trending on social media?
What the heck?
Song Zicheng was completely confused. He then clicked on the video that Jiang Yuebai had forwarded to him.
Wow, tens of millions of views and millions of likes.
etc?
The person in the video looks so much like him. No, that's him, the one singing in the bar.
In the video, he is dressed in a youthful and energetic style, wearing a white shirt, light-colored jeans, and black-rimmed glasses. His slightly parted, layered black hair sometimes turns red and sometimes blue under the light.
The video clearly showed a carefully chosen angle, perfectly capturing every part of Song Zicheng's body. The stage lights, with their own atmosphere, made it impossible to look away, and even Song Zicheng himself seemed a little dazed.
He went back to the page and scanned it from top to bottom. Everyone he knew had sent him messages. Even his junior and senior high school classmates, whom he hadn't contacted for many years, sent him messages in the middle of the night. Even now, as he looked at his phone, notification sounds would occasionally go off.
The sender of the message usually sounded shocked and incredulous, while the recipient looked worried and serious.
He clicked on a certain software that he hadn't opened in ages, and when he logged in, sure enough, it was still on the trending list, even approaching the top spot.
Song Zicheng remained calm about the sudden virality of the video, as if he had just watched a very ordinary video, or as if he wasn't the protagonist in the video.
He sighed, turned off his phone, and put the matter out of his mind. He had so many things to do every day and didn't have the energy to pay attention to these things. Most things on the internet are just a passing fad; after a day or two, who would remember them?
On his way to school, everything was normal. Song Zicheng wore a mask and rode his bicycle slowly, enjoying the scenery along the way.
The best time to plan for the year is in spring, and the best time to plan for the day is in the morning.
Besides relaxing while singing at bars at night, Song Zicheng also enjoys this moment. Although it is the dead of winter, with howling winds and bare trees, this morning feels exceptionally comfortable and pleasant to him.
As Song Zicheng rode his bicycle to the school gate, he saw a large crowd gathered there, each person holding up their phone and looking in his direction.
Song Zicheng blinked and glanced back. Just then, a tall, well-built classmate was completely blocked by him. He got out of the car, turned the front of the car around, and walked to the side.
But when he looked up again, the men and women at the door moved their phones to the side at the same time, and some girls even ran towards him with their phones in hand.
"Song Zicheng, he's here."
"He's the one who's trending on social media."
"It's him, it's definitely him."
...
Song Zicheng finally realized something was wrong. Before he could react, he was surrounded by a swarm of people, with different models of mobile phones and cameras snapping pictures at him.
"So handsome."
"So tall, he must be over 1.8 meters tall."
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
The praise, screams, and all sorts of noise were making Song Zicheng's head feel like it was going to explode, and the layers of people surrounding him made it difficult for him to breathe.
As more and more people gathered, the security guard at the entrance seemed surprised that such a thing had happened. He hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and called for more manpower. Only then did he gradually bring the situation under control and ensure that the road was clear.
Even though a dozen security guards separated Song Zicheng, the crowd did not disperse; instead, they shouted even louder. Without thinking, Song Zicheng turned his car around and rode away quickly.
That's insane!
That's insane!
Even though Song Zicheng was usually calm and collected, he was still shocked. He rode his bike aimlessly along the road until he reached a park, where he stopped and locked the bike.
He looked around. There weren't many people in the park that morning; they were mostly elderly men and women. He pulled his hat and mask up even higher, leaving only his eyes showing.
He sat on a park bench, staring blankly at the bare trees for a while, then seemed to have thought of something and sent a message to his counselor.
Just as he was about to turn off his phone, a message popped up.
Lu Zhize: "Senior, how are you doing? I saw what happened at the school gate this morning. I heard from other people that you took the day off."
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Senior, I know you're not used to suddenly becoming an internet sensation overnight. Stay home for a few days, and once the hype dies down, you'll feel much better."
"Okay, I understand. That's what I think too."
Just as he sent out the message, another trending topic popped up out of nowhere. After only seeing a few words, Song Zicheng's face immediately darkened.
He clicked on the trending topic that hadn't appeared before and saw that it had been posted 3 minutes earlier.
"Song Zicheng, from Anhui, 20 years old, his parents died in a car accident, and he has a younger brother suffering from leukemia..."
The more Song Zicheng looked down, the more uneasy he became. His hand holding the phone was trembling. His home address, name, and all his privacy were being exposed.
A flash of anger crossed Song Zicheng's eyes. He cursed under his breath and stood up abruptly from the bench. The thought of Song Zi'an alone at home made him increasingly panicked.
Just as he unlocked his bike and was about to ride home, Lu Zhiyan called.
"Where are you? Hurry up and pack your things. I'll have Cui Junyu wait for you downstairs at your place."
Lu Zhiyan spoke in a hurry, and before Song Zicheng could reply, the other end had already hung up. Although it was abrupt and unclear, Song Zicheng knew what he was talking about.
Song Zicheng rode quickly, and in just a few minutes he arrived at the entrance of the residential area. He cautiously looked around but did not find anyone suspicious.
But his unease did not subside. When he rode downstairs, he saw an unfamiliar car parked outside. Song Zicheng frowned, and when he saw Cui Junyu in the driver's seat, he sighed.
Song Zicheng climbed the steps one by one, racing against time, as he needed to pack up and leave before any strangers arrived.
"Zi'an, quickly pack what you need, we have to leave here." Song Zicheng said urgently, and after speaking, he went straight into the room and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
"What's wrong, brother?" Song Zian asked, looking puzzled.
"The owner of this house has run into some trouble and urgently needs the house, so we're packing up and preparing to move out," Song Zicheng lied.
"Oh, so where do we go?"
“My brother has a friend who lives alone. We’re going to his place.”
Song Zian still didn't quite understand why they were in such a hurry to move. He lowered his head and tilted it to the side, not asking any further questions, but instead ran back to his room to start packing.
ID card, bank card, Song Zi'an's medical records and medication.
These items were of utmost importance. Due to time constraints, Song Zicheng could only pick and choose what to bring first, even only taking a few pieces of clothing.
"Zi'an, are you done?" Song Zicheng asked after packing his suitcase.
"Alright, alright, brother."
Song Zicheng put the suitcase aside and went into Song Zian's room. As soon as he entered, he saw the blue suitcase with Doraemon printed on it on the floor, which was wide open and filled with things.
Toys, building blocks, colored pencils, Rubik's Cubes, dolls...
As if he were clearing out all the things in the house at once, Song Zicheng frowned but didn't say much. He walked over, squatted down, pressed the suitcase down, and pulled it up.
Two suitcases, one large and one small, were placed in the center of the living room. Song Zicheng looked around the house, checked the water and electricity again, and after making sure there were no problems, he took Song Zian downstairs.
He had just come down to the first floor when he saw Lu Zhiyan at the top of the stairs. Song Zicheng frowned in surprise, and Cui Junyu, who was standing behind him, stepped forward and took the suitcase from his hand.
"Let's go quickly," Lu Zhiyan said.
The four had just gotten into the car and the car had just started moving when Song Zicheng saw large waves of people walking towards them, men, women, and children flocking to them.
With this kind of setup, you'd think a top celebrity lived here.
"Drive," Lu Zhiyan said, staring at the group with a hint of impatience.
As the car passed the group of people, Song Zicheng subconsciously shrank back and hugged Song Zian tightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see Lu Zhiyan pull his camel-colored coat outward, just enough to block the view of the people outside the window.
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