After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

"I love Chiling!"

These five short words, coupled with Li Guochun's authoritative certified title, instantly stirred up a huge wave on Weibo.

Those in the opera world who were previously echoing the trend in the comments section were all dumbfounded after seeing this Weibo post.

Who is Li Guochun?

A leading figure in Chinese opera.

Even the director of the National Peking Opera Company had to treat him with the respect due to a junior.

He actually got involved himself?

And all for a talent show contestant?

Less than ten minutes had passed.

The comment section below Li Guochun's Weibo post, which only had five characters, was completely exploded.

The first to arrive at the battlefield were all the teachers and students of the Central Academy of Drama.

"A second-year drama student reporting for duty! I like it too!"

"Drama instructor Zhang Mingyuan reporting for duty! I like him too!"

Followed by.

The truly influential figures in the opera world have also started to speak out.

The principal female lead of the National Peking Opera Company: "Mr. Li is right, this song has a unique charm. I like it too."

Director of the Northern Kunqu Opera Theatre: "A promising talent, bringing forth new ideas and innovations. I like him too."

These are rows of big shots with gold V certification.

His Weibo posts are usually either performance announcements or haven't been updated in years.

Today, as if by prior arrangement, they lined up to have a team-building activity under Li Guochun's Weibo post.

The presentation was impressive.

Those marketing accounts that were initially stirring up trouble suddenly fell silent.

Netizens were in an uproar upon seeing this spectacle.

"Holy crap! This is a real master!"

"Even Grandpa Li Guochun has spoken up, let's see who dares to say Jiang Yichen is desecrating national culture!"

"Where are those opera performers who were dancing so enthusiastically just now? Come out and show yourselves!"

"Cai Yong, a mere vice-dean, is nothing compared to Elder Li!"

"That was a slap in the face so fast, so satisfying!"

Public opinion took an instant 180-degree turn.

Jiang Yichen's fans and casual fans, who had been suppressed, suddenly became incredibly excited and launched a fierce counterattack.

They flooded the comment sections of Cai Yong and Chen Yaohua's Weibo accounts.

They launched a massive bombardment campaign.

"Old Deng, come out and take your punishment!"

"Didn't you say that traditional opera deserves reverence? Do you revere what Elder Li said?"

"Don't rely on your seniority; get out of the entertainment industry right now!"

"Chen Yaohua, have you no shame? You'd resort to such despicable tactics to suppress newcomers!"

The office of the vice president of the Shanghai Peking Opera Company.

Cai Yong sat at his desk, looking at the constant stream of mentions and comments popping up on his phone screen.

His old face turned bright red.

Cold sweat poured down my forehead.

Li Guochun?

Why did that old guy suddenly appear?!

Cai Yong felt his head buzzing.

Having been in the opera world for so many years, he knows all too well the weight of the name Li Guochun.

Cai Yong swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he opened the comment section of his Weibo account.

The screen was filled with vile and offensive insults.

He wanted to delete that long post.

But his finger hovered above the screen, hesitant to drop it.

Deleting the post at this point would be tantamount to admitting that you have a guilty conscience, wouldn't it?

Doesn't that mean admitting that you're deliberately targeting Jiang Yichen?

Art, by its very nature, is subjective.

He could easily have said that he simply didn't like the style of the song.

As long as he sticks to this point, no one can do anything to him.

But if you delete it, it's because you have a guilty conscience.

Cai Yong gritted his teeth and opened the settings.

They simply turned off the comments section.

Out of sight, out of mind.

As long as we weather this storm, everything will be fine.

the other side.

Chen Yaohua was so angry when he saw the comment section, which was also flooded with negative comments, that he almost crushed his phone.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

Ultimately, they also chose to disable the comments section.

The two of them tacitly acted like cowards.

A small Western-style building in the heart of Shanghai.

First floor living room.

Gu Ruanxing was holding a tablet computer.

Seeing the dramatic reversal on Weibo, she jumped up from the sofa in excitement.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"That feels so good!"

"Jiang Yichen, look!" Gu Ruanxing ran barefoot to Jiang Yichen and shoved the tablet in his face.

"Who is this old man? He's so imposing!"

"They completely shut down Cai Yong and Chen Yaohua, leaving them speechless!"

Jiang Yichen sat on a single sofa, holding a glass of warm water in his hand.

He leaned back slightly to avoid the screen that was almost touching his nose.

My gaze fell on Li Guochun's Weibo post.

I saw the certified title of Dean of the Drama Department of the Central Academy of Drama.

A realization flashed in Jiang Yichen's eyes.

The original owner's memories contained information about this old man.

A leading figure at the Central Academy of Drama, a living fossil of the opera world.

Although the original owner did not receive direct instruction from Li Guochun when she was in school.

However, his academic advisor, Gong Changge, was Li Guochun's prized student.

Jiang Yichen immediately understood.

Teacher Gong stood up for him behind the scenes.

He put down his water glass and took out his phone.

I opened Weibo and took a look.

After this tumultuous media storm.

His fan count not only didn't drop, but actually skyrocketed.

It directly broke through the 500,000 mark.

Gu Ruanxing was still chattering away beside her.

"That old man is a real savior!"

"I was even planning to spend money to hire online trolls to argue with them, but now I've saved that money!"

"Jiang Yichen, do you know this Old Li?" Gu Ruanxing stared at him with wide eyes, curiously looking him up and down.

"I don't know him." Jiang Yichen shook his head.

"But my teacher was his student."

After saying that, Jiang Yichen stood up, took his phone, and walked to the balcony on the second floor.

The early autumn breeze carried a chill.

Jiang Yichen stood on the balcony and dialed Gong Changge's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Hey, Yichen." Gong Changge's familiar voice came through.

"Thank you, Teacher Gong." Jiang Yichen looked at the night view in the distance, his tone sincere.

"Why are you thanking me?" Gong Changge chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"If you want to thank someone, thank your grandmaster."

"He watched your performance and praised it highly."

"Did Old Li personally watch my performance?" Jiang Yichen was somewhat surprised.

"Of course," Gong Changge said with pride.

"You've really made the Central Academy of Drama proud this time."

"You've managed to combine traditional opera and pop music so well; you haven't lost the fundamental skills you've developed over the years."

"However," Gong Changge changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.

"The entertainment industry is a very murky place."

"Although you got through this time thanks to your grandmaster's words, you've also offended Chen Yaohua and Cai Yong to no end."

"I'll be more careful in the future."

"I understand, teacher." Jiang Yichen nodded.

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

"As long as the work is good enough, they can't come up with any fancy tricks."

"Okay, it's good that you have this mindset." Gong Changge was very satisfied with Jiang Yichen's calm attitude.

"Prepare well for the next round of matches."

"Don't embarrass your grandmaster."

"If your next song is bad, your grandmaster will personally post on Weibo to scold you."

"Don't worry," Jiang Yichen said with a slight smile. "I won't let you down."