The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

Yan Dahai fell silent.

The influential figures have fallen silent.

Blackwater fell silent.

Some deleted comments, while others pretended to be dead.

It's pointless!

Continuing to confront them head-on would be a slap in the face to oneself.

But just because they quieted down doesn't mean everyone else has quieted down.

Shen Yizhen's fans haven't gotten over this yet.

My brother is still in the hospital with bandages wrapped around his face. His concert tour has been postponed, and he has lost several commercial endorsements.

In their view, all of this stemmed from Ji Bai, that jinx.

Especially yesterday, when my brother said in the group chat, "It's okay if I suffer a little injustice," every word felt like a knife cutting into the hearts of his fans.

My brother is so kind; even though he's been bullied like this, he's still speaking up for others.

If they just let it go like that, do they even deserve to be called true fans?

"What a terrible song! I can't understand a word of it!"

"What's so great about speaking Cantonese? This is mainland China, would it kill you to speak Mandarin?"

"The melody is incredibly loud, it's just shouting the whole time, is this what you call singing? This is noise pollution!"

"What kind of lyrics are these? Unrestrained and free-spirited? This is just childish immaturity, like something out of an elementary school student's book!"

"It's awful. I turned it off after ten seconds. And the fans are praising it as a divine song? Are your ears even on the soles of your feet?"

"A song filled with high notes and technical virtuosity—did you even consider the listeners' feelings? We listen to music to relax, not to be tortured!"

"Even my grandma said her heart couldn't take it. Don't you understand the importance of respecting the elderly and caring for the young?"

"You call this genius? All he writes is pointless whining and screaming; his work isn't even as good as our brother's 'Starlight for You'!"

"No matter how much you say, it's useless. A plagiarist is a plagiarist, and writing a hundred songs won't whitewash him!"

"Don't think you can divert attention by writing a few bad songs. Hurry up and apologize to Teacher Yan Dahai and Brother Yizhen!"

"We strongly demand that Peking University revoke Ji Bai's admission! Someone with such poor character doesn't deserve to go to a prestigious university!"

……

His nonsensical remarks amused the passersby.

The big V's have all fallen silent, the professional music critics have all shut up, and even Yan Dahai himself is playing dead. So what are you fans who can't even read sheet music doing, jumping around and making a fuss?

But despite the amusement, very few people actually dared to confront these fans.

If you go and criticize those influential figures, they'll at most block you and ignore you. After all, they have to maintain a certain level of professionalism and won't argue with ordinary people.

But if you go up against these fans, they can make you question your existence, curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, and report your account.

One skeptical passerby couldn't stand it any longer and kindly advised in the comments section: "Alright, alright, stop making a fool of yourselves. Even the professionals are quiet, what are you all doing jumping around like this?"

Good grief, that one sentence has stirred up a hornet's nest.

In less than three minutes, his comment section was flooded with hundreds of replies, and his phone vibrated as if it were getting an electric shock.

"Who are you? Do you even have the right to speak here?"

"Just because professionals don't speak up means Ji Bai is right? What kind of logic is that? They're not speaking up because capital has silenced them. What do you know!"

"Some nobody with a fake account dares to lecture us? Do you even deserve it? Who do you think you are?"

"Putting aside the facts, is Ji Bai completely innocent?"

"Even if he wrote all these songs, can he treat his seniors with this kind of attitude? Does he have any respect for Teacher Yan?"

"What business is it of yours if we defend our own brother? Did we eat your rice? Did we drink your water?"

"Do you even know the whole story before you act like a rational observer? Do you know how much our brother has suffered?"

"No comment without knowing the full story! Shut up if you don't know anything!"

"When one man speaks up for another, I don't need to elaborate on the implications, do I?"

……

The guy who was being confronted was so angry he almost crushed his phone.

He only said one sentence, but ten sentences followed, and every single one of them was unreasonable.

I didn't know where to begin when I wanted to refute them, so in the end I could only throw my phone on the sofa and sigh to the heavens: What the hell kind of creatures are these?

Seeing this, other passersby quickly withdrew their hands, intending to speak.

We can't afford to mess with them. These people don't follow any logic, they only care about their stance. Going up against them is just suicide.

Forget it, let them jump around on their own. They'll calm down when they get tired.

Just then, Ji Bai updated his Weibo again.

It's the same familiar style.

Enjoy watching "My People, My Country"!

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"My People, My Country"?

This song title... it doesn't sound quite right?

Out of curiosity, I clicked in, and as soon as the intro started, everyone sat up straight instantly.

It's not a guitar performance or a rock scream, but a main theme song with a melodious and majestic tune.

"My country and I are inseparable..."

Ji Bai's voice was completely different this time. It lacked the roughness and harshness of "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" and the lightheartedness of "What's Wrong?" Instead, it was a clear, dignified, and deeply affectionate voice.

Every word was pronounced clearly and distinctly, as if he were swearing an oath to the national flag.

"Wherever I go, a hymn flows forth..."

"I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river..."

"Wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, a small village, a rut on the road..."

……

At the end of the video, Ji Bai stands in the recording studio, nodding slightly at the camera with a faint smile on his lips.

There was no provocation, no mockery in that smile, only the purest pride of a young boy.

The comments section erupted again.

"Hahaha! The Emperor is truly the Emperor! I'm in awe of this move!"

"This is like summoning both the supreme imperial weapon and the imperial sword!"

"No wonder he's a math genius, his brain is sharp enough! You guys said I had a narrow perspective? Come on, is this song broad enough?"

"Who dares to criticize this? Who dares to say this song isn't good?"

"Let's see who's blind enough to call this song garbage? Step forward and take a few steps!"

"The key is that this song is really beautiful! The melody is grand yet gentle, and the lyrics are simple yet heartfelt. Even I, who don't usually listen to mainstream songs, was moved to tears!"

"This is a true role model of patriotism and national pride! A million times better than those who spend their days online fighting over billing order, creating scandals, and stealing other people's songs for attention!"

"Renren Daily made the right choice! Ji Bai deserves the title of 'Youth Role Model'!"

"I suggest submitting this song to the Spring Festival Gala! It would absolutely blow the audience away!"

Shen Yizhen's fans stared at the screen, their fingers hovering over the keyboard, typing several lines and then deleting them, typing again and again, but in the end they still didn't dare to send them out.

How can I scold him?

Criticizing this song as bad? Wouldn't that just get you roasted by the entire internet?

Even these fearless, die-hard fans know that there are certain lines that cannot be crossed.

What's the difference between criticizing a patriotic song and throwing a bucket of shit on your own head?

They're crazy, not stupid.

As a result, a rare phenomenon occurred in Ji Bai's comment section: the fans who had been frantically posting comments suddenly fell silent.

In an old villa in Beijing, Yan Dahai stared at his phone screen, his eyes almost red.

I wasn't moved, I was angry.

No, you have the imperial sword, why don't you use it sooner!

Why did it have to come to this!

Now that I've admitted defeat, are you pulling out your trump card?

Shrimp and pork heart!

He's got shrimp and pork heart!

That little bastard, his heart is black!