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

With the release of "My People, My Country," the royalists finally stood up.

They were happier than if their girlfriends were on their periods.

"Kuroko, speak up! Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Come on! Weren't you jumping around so enthusiastically just now? Where did you go? Come out here!"

"Who was it that said they couldn't understand Cantonese songs? This song's Mandarin is standard enough, right? The pronunciation is clear enough, right? Why don't you give some feedback again?"

"Where are the fans? Didn't you just say Ji Bai's songs lacked vision? Is this song grand enough? Grand enough that you wouldn't dare take it on, hahaha!"

"In my 20-plus years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen someone use a mainstream patriotic song to confront haters. This is unprecedented and will likely never be repeated!"

"Emperor: I heard you say I have a narrow vision? Fine, I'll go straight for a national-level vision, can you handle it?"

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but please, fans, keep criticizing! The more you criticize the Emperor, the more excited we get, and the more songs we get to listen to!"

"I suggest giving the Zhen fans a 'Best Attention-Seeking Award'! Without you guys, even the Emperor might not be this prolific!"

"Haters, don't stop! Keep going! I want to hear the seventh song! Please, give it your all!"

……

While the royalists were having a good time in the comments section, Shen Yizhen's fans were so angry they were practically grinding their teeth to powder.

Every word a hater says is like a slap in the face, leaving them with a burning pain.

But who dares to criticize that?

If you curse, you're just walking into the line of fire.

But if I don't curse, I can't swallow my anger.

Just when these fans were about to explode, a repost gave them a perfect outlet for their frustration.

A verified official Weibo account, Ziguangge, reposted Ji Bai's Weibo post, along with a highly praising comment:

Ji Bai's rendition of "Me and My Motherland" is melodious and grand, with sincere and profound emotions. It expresses the boundless love and patriotism of a young person.

The entire work is devoid of ornate language, yet it reveals genuine emotion in its simplicity and power in its plainness.

From a math prodigy to a musical talent, Ji Bai embodies the spirit of all-round development of young people in the new era through his actions, and is a role model for contemporary youth.

We hope that in the future, there will be more young people like Ji Bai, who will use their talent and passion to sing praises to the times and cheer for the motherland!

……

This is the first official influential figure to publicly support Ji Bai since the plagiarism controversy began.

The solemnity of the wording and the high praise were enough to push Ji Bai a big step further towards the position of "youth role model".

But Shen Yizhen's fans don't care about any of that.

They only saw a "restaurant official Weibo account" and dared to jump out and take sides. Isn't this just offering themselves up as a punching bag?

I dare not comment on this song, but how can I not criticize your tiny restaurant?

The fans' firepower instantly shifted, and the comment section of Ziguangge was completely flooded with criticism.

"What kind of trash restaurant is this? Who gives you the right to speak?"

"Why is a food vendor trying to ride the coattails of trending topics instead of studying recipes properly? Are they desperate for fame?"

"Ziguang Pavilion? Never even heard of it. What kind of shady restaurant dares to comment on music?"

"I don't know if your food is good or not, but your PR team is truly disgusting, shamelessly trying to ride on someone else's coattails!"

"The decor looks impressive, but I didn't expect the owner to be such an idiot. Unfollow! I'll never eat at your place again!"

"I suggest the relevant departments check this restaurant's hygiene license; it doesn't look legitimate!"

"Instead of properly distributing coupons, a restaurant's official Weibo account is coming out to take sides and stir up trouble. Does your restaurant want to stay in business?"

"Sisters, remember this name. Anyone who goes to Ziguang Pavilion for dinner from now on is a dog!"

"Boycott Ziguang Pavilion! Let's start with ourselves!"

……

Meanwhile, in the intensive care unit.

Shen Yizhen leaned against the headboard, half of the gauze had been removed, and the half of her face that was exposed was full of lingering fear.

He scrolled through the comments under Ji Bai's song "Me and My Motherland," and the more he read, the more alarmed he became.

As soon as the song came out, he knew things were completely out of control.

Thankfully, I didn't have to get involved myself this time.

Shen Yizhen put down her phone, let out a long breath, and even felt a sense of relief.

He only hinted at it to his fans; he didn't personally post on Weibo to argue back, nor did he make any definitive statements like Yan Dahai.

Even if this matter blows up in the end, he can still shift the blame to his fans.

What does the behavior of fans have to do with the idols?

"Sister Nan, you're right."

He turned to look at Wang Nan, his tone filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

"This Ji Bai is terrifying. We should stay away from him from now on and never provoke him again."

Wang Nan stood by the window, her brows furrowed. Hearing this, she nodded: "Learn from this mistake. From today onwards, we are not allowed to touch a single word related to Ji Bai. As for those fans..."

"What's wrong with the fans?"

Shen Yizhen waved her hand dismissively: "They did it all themselves, what does it have to do with me? I didn't tell them to flood the comments section, they wanted to, I can't stop them."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Nan's phone rang.

Three large characters appeared on the screen: Chairman.

Wang Nan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Her fingers trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and forced herself to answer the phone.

"Chairman..."

"Don't fucking call me Chairman!"

The sound from the other end of the phone almost shattered the receiver; the chairman's roar was so loud that even Shen Yizhen, sitting on the hospital bed, could hear it clearly.

"I'm not your chairman! From today onwards, you and that Shen Yizhen can go wherever you want!"

Wang Nan's face turned pale instantly, and her legs went weak, almost causing her to kneel on the ground.

"Chairman, w-what's wrong? What happened?"

"What's wrong? Didn't I tell you all to stay out of this?!" The chairman's voice cracked with anger.

Wang Nan quickly defended herself: "Chairman, we really didn't hire any more online trolls! Those fans were spontaneous; I... I couldn't control them!"

"Besides, what the fans do has nothing to do with us, right?"

"Is it okay?"

The chairman was so angry that he laughed. After he finished laughing, his voice calmed down, a calmness that sent chills down one's spine.

"You bunch of idiot fans dared to storm the Ziguang Pavilion? You're telling me it's okay?"

"Purple Light Pavilion? What's that?" Wang Nan was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

"Go look it up yourself!"

"I'm telling you, starting today, all of Shen Yizhen's commercial performances, endorsements, and variety show recordings are suspended. All her activities are canceled!"

"The company will deduct the penalty for breach of contract from your share of the profits for all partners!"

"Go and control your fans! Stop them from causing any more trouble! That's Ziguang Pavilion! If this continues, our entire company will be wiped out!"

Wang Nan's phone slipped from her palm and fell to the ground with a thud, screen up. The chairman's call had ended, leaving only the cold, blank end-of-call screen.

Suspend all activities?

What's the difference between this and being shelved?

Shen Yizhen was also stunned; the chairman's voice was so loud that he could hear it clearly.

The wound on my face, where the bandages had just been removed, was throbbing slightly, but what hurt even more than the wound was the buzzing tinnitus in my head.

Shelved?

Am I doomed?