Chapter 68
Ever since Gao Yixuan sacrificed his own family for the greater good and sent Zhang Kai in, and was hailed as a figure of noble morality and selflessness, Ying Zhisheng has been caught in a whirlpool of public opinion, and all sorts of rumors have followed.
Regarding the fact that Ying Zhisheng composed "Kuai Ni Guang" at the age of fourteen, he was young at that time and his handling of the composition was rather immature. What was originally a symbol of spirituality became evidence of Ying Zhisheng's incompetence and unpleasantness.
Then, two of his most popular songs, "Winning Love" and "Defeated Determination," were accused of being imposters, with the actual creators being Ying Zhisheng's father. This claim, which emerged out of nowhere and was widely publicized by various marketing accounts, left the public baffled and even uninformed bystanders who were somewhat convinced.
[Wudi Haoji Kuailiangya: Hasn't everyone ever wondered? When Ying Zhisheng was seventeen, he went on a rampage, releasing seven songs in a row, each one a huge hit. How could he have such exceptional skills and such rich emotions at that age? He's said to have a secret crush, but has anyone uncovered any information about that crush? There's absolutely no such person.
The most crucial thing is this: Ying Zhisheng's father was the top scorer at a music conservatory, won three consecutive international MUCL competitions, and his wife died young! He never remarried! He has the skills, creative ability, and emotional connection. Haha, someone's reputation has finally collapsed [applause] [applause]]
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As soon as the post was released, it was forwarded over 10,000 times.
The comment section was occupied by anti-fans who were in a frenzy. Genius aroused jealousy, talent aroused indignation, and all of them were saying "go to hell", "pretender", "plagiarist"... This post was like a cesspool, attracting countless flies to buzz and lay eggs, leaving behind new rumors one after another.
[Anonymous user**: I remember Ying Zhisheng didn't look like this before. How could he have such a high nose bridge [dog head]]
[Anonymous user…: Ying Zhisheng's double eyelids were surgically removed, and his nose isn't that high! I've met him in person, and he looks just average.]
[Peanuts for Me 393: He's blind! He looks like this at fourteen!]
[Tattered Spring: No, Ying Zhisheng is a singer, why are the comments section so concerned about his appearance?]
[God's Prayer: Because Ying Zhisheng is such a perfect singer that there is nothing to criticize]
[Sizzling handsome guy: No wonder the paparazzi exposed that Ying Zhisheng sent his biological father abroad. So it was because of this. What a cold-hearted and ungrateful person! [vomit] [vomit]]
[Chocolate Loves Duck Shit Fragrance: Wait wait wait, the person Ying Zhisheng has a crush on hasn't been exposed, doesn't this just prove that Ying Zhisheng is protecting her well?]
[Anonymous user**: It's not that I'm cold-hearted. When someone falls into trouble, Ying Zhisheng feels like he's just watching a play. There's a saying that goes, if a person is forced into a position that doesn't belong to him, he will eventually pay the price.]
Anonymous user 3914: Am I the only one who thinks Ying Zhisheng's singing is just average? He's not as amazing as people say online.
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Ying Zhisheng's studio directly sued Gao Yixuan, who repeatedly spread rumors, and claimed to have obtained evidence. Many people also questioned whether the nine-square grid photo was a true ghost.
Public opinion is intensifying, with one side asserting its views and the other side actively defending its rights.
Until one day, Ying Zhisheng, who was practicing in the dance studio, received a summons from the police station. He answered calmly, stood up and looked at the empty side of him in the mirror.
"Why!" Fuquan rushed over as soon as he got the news, his lips trembling as he couldn't understand.
"Zhang Kaifa and I have cooperated." Ying Zhisheng stated the facts. He was mentally prepared.
Lou Sheng, who was completely unaware of the situation, floated over and asked curiously while cracking some melon seeds, "What's wrong? What's going on? I'll find a solution for you."
This time, he'll be out for a few days while under investigation. Ying Zhisheng couldn't bear to leave this ghost behind, so he chuckled and said, "I'm going out for something. Wait for me to come back."
Fuquan instantly guessed who Ying Zhisheng was talking to after hearing such an irrelevant answer. His head buzzed with anger, and he screamed until his voice cracked: "Lou Sheng! Ying Zhisheng is finished! His life is over! He's been summoned to the police station at this critical moment! No one will trust him anymore!"
"Fuquan!" Ying Zhisheng signaled him to shut up in a deep voice.
Lou Sheng was stunned for a moment, then asked in disbelief, "Why was Ying Zhisheng summoned? Was he framed?"
"It's not a frame-up! It's..."
"shut your mouth!"
Things became a mess. Fuquan punched the wall with his fist, "Ying Zhisheng! You've ruined the rest of your life for a dead person, don't you know?"
Before he could finish his words, someone grabbed his collar. Ying Zhisheng's pupils dilated, his anger and hatred ferocious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Show some respect! He's not a nuisance, and he hasn't ruined me! Lou Sheng has done nothing wrong. Don't bully him because he can't speak!"
"Ying Zhisheng, you are really crazy!"
If the boss wasn't so generous and upright, Fuquan wouldn't have bothered to meddle in other people's business.
Lou Sheng swallowed the bitterness in his heart, went over and grabbed Ying Zhisheng's arm to dissuade him: "What are you doing? How come you've learned to pull people's collars now? I know what's going on. Let's think of a solution first."
Ying Zhisheng let go of his hand, Fuquan fretted and adjusted his tie, and the atmosphere became tense.
I can't think of any other solution, and being investigated is a foregone conclusion.
As if foreseeing the coming storm, Ying Zhisheng reached out to touch the other person's face, but when he found nothing, he clenched his palm and smiled, "Lou Sheng, I did nothing wrong."
Lou Sheng lowered his head and said, "Yeah."
"I just want to be with you."
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When people die and become ghosts, they have to hide from the sunlight. Hiding in the darkness is destined to be forgotten.
The curtains were lifted a tiny bit, and Lou Sheng was trying to find an angle where he could see clearly without being scorched by the sun. Suddenly, shadows fell around his eyes. Fuquan blocked the sunlight with his body, his brow furrowed and wrinkled deeply. He said softly, "You're probably worried too. There's nothing you can do."
Lou Sheng's throat was dry and he couldn't speak. Talking was pointless; how could a human and a ghost communicate?
"I was so harsh just now. You are a sincere and warm-hearted child. I'm sorry."
Lou Sheng stared intently at the people downstairs and said, "I'm sorry."
The news was leaked by someone with ulterior motives, and the paparazzi, who had been waiting downstairs for a long time, even started a live broadcast to attract attention. Endless malicious intent was ready, and Ying Zhisheng was their target.
As soon as the low-key boy in a baseball cap appeared, cameras were raised in large numbers, and questions were asked one after another amid the noisy shouting and questioning.
"Excuse me, Ying Zhisheng, are you a murderer?"
"Are your songs original? Or did you steal them to establish your image as a genius?"
"Ying Zhisheng has been a huge star in the entertainment industry for nearly eight years. Did he achieve this by raising a little ghost?"
"They say you're a chaste person, but you've had many secret relationships..."
"Are you going to the police station as a criminal suspect this time? Do criminals like you have human rights?"
"Why did you remain indifferent when someone fell into the water? People say you're ungrateful. What do you think?"
Questions swirled incessantly, and the sound of snapping photos clattered endlessly. Fans who had heard the news and passersby, eager to join in the fun, pressed the issue frantically. The questions often veered off topic and turned into verbal abuse.
Lou Sheng stared blankly at everything that happened. Ying Zhisheng, who was like a rat crossing the street and everyone was shouting at him, was in stark contrast to the shining boy on the stage in his memory.
Why did this happen? Lou Sheng still doesn’t know what Ying Zhisheng had done.
Finally, he began to regret that he shouldn't have died like this. He looked around, but no one could understand his sadness and regret.
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