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Noon the next day.

Lin Yan, dragging a minimalist suitcase, leisurely strolled to Shen Qingqiu's villa.

Shen Qingqiu truly lives up to her reputation as a top-tier diva; her efficiency is astonishing.

Not only did they secure a flawless legal contract, but they also had the rooms on the first floor cleaned spotlessly overnight.

The first floor is luxuriously furnished, with a private recording studio, a gym, and an outrageously large bedroom.

"From now on, this is your territory. The second floor is my private space; don't wander around without my permission."

Shen Qingqiu, dressed in loose loungewear, leaned against the stair railing, looking down at Lin Yan.

Although her tone remained aloof, her eyes revealed an undisguised anticipation.

Once the contract was signed, Lin Yan officially became the chief music director of Qingqiu Studio.

Lin Yan casually tossed his luggage on the floor, then sprawled out on the soft bed, rolling around comfortably. "This bed is amazing. By the way, boss, do you provide lunch?"

Shen Qingqiu looked at him, who seemed ready to lie down at any moment, and rubbed her temples with a headache.

"Meals are provided. However, before you start eating, I suggest you check out Weibo first."

Lin Yan took out his phone.

Sure enough, Star Glory Entertainment couldn't hold back and made its move.

On the trending topics list, a striking term is hanging high at the top: #LinYanPlagiarism#.

Upon clicking through, I found an official statement released by Starry Entertainment.

The statement was written with great detail, accusing Lin Yan of stealing discarded melodies from the company's confidential music library during the contract period and piecing them together to create "The You of the Past".

They even spent a lot of money to hire several music critics with millions of followers to seriously analyze the song and say that the guitar high notes in "Once Upon a Time" paid "homage" to a certain obscure foreign single.

The online trolls below have gone crazy, frantically stirring up trouble:

[I knew it! How could someone who's been a background character for three years possibly produce such a masterpiece!]

[So she's a music tailor? Disgusting!]

[We resolutely boycott plagiarists! Get out of the Chinese entertainment industry!]

Shen Qingqiu strode down the stairs, her face as cold as ice.

"Starry Entertainment is desperate. If they can't have you, they'll destroy you. I've already contacted the top PR team in the country, and the lawyer's letter is being drafted. We'll apply to preserve your manuscripts to prove your innocence..."

"Stop bothering."

Lin Yan sat up in bed and stretched.

"Huh?" Shen Qingqiu was taken aback.

"The golden time for a public relations battle is only 24 hours. If you don't strike hard now, netizens' preconceived notions will nail you to the pillar of shame."

Lin Yan slipped on his slippers, strolled to the computer in the room, and skillfully pulled over a gaming chair to sit down.

"Public relations fees are so expensive, boss. Every penny saved counts."

Lin Yan muttered to himself as he casually opened the live streaming app.

"In this lousy industry, the best way to respond to rumors is to use hard power to slap their faces in the ground."

"What are you planning to do?" Shen Qingqiu followed him a few steps behind.

"Let's go live. Aren't they saying I plagiarized? Aren't they stirring up trouble saying I've run out of ideas and can't come up with a second song? Well then, I'll play one live for the whole internet. Can you get me a guitar?"

Lin Yan spoke casually and pressed the start button on her phone.

Because the popularity of "Once Upon a Time in You" hadn't faded yet, as soon as Lin Yan's live stream lit up, hundreds of thousands of onlookers flooded in within seconds.

The screen was instantly flooded with insults:

[How dare this plagiarist go live? He must have incredible composure!]

Get out! You music industry thief!

Come on, explain how you "borrowed" those chords!

Lin Yan glanced at the dense barrage of negative comments on the screen without even frowning.

He took the guitar from Shen Qingqiu and casually strummed it a couple of times to tune it.

Good afternoon, everyone. I just woke up and heard that someone is spreading rumors that I'm a tailor.

Lin Yan leaned closer to the microphone; his voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear.

"Enough with the nonsense. To those keyboard warriors, I'm not releasing a PR statement. Didn't you guys think 'Once Upon a Time' was just something I randomly cobbled together?"

"Now, everyone in this live stream, just suggest a topic in the comments. I'll give you five minutes. The one with the most likes, I'll write the lyrics and compose the music for right here and now, and sing it for you."

"If I can't come up with anything, or if what I write looks like a pile of crap, I'll immediately admit to plagiarism and take a taxi to the police station to turn myself in."

Upon hearing this, the live stream, which had been scrolling wildly, abruptly stopped for a second.

Then, the comments section exploded.

Holy crap! That's insane! Writing a song on the spot? Does he really think he's a music god?!

[Fine! Let him have his way! I refuse to believe he can pull off this act today!]

[Set a question! Guys, set a question, make it the most obscure one possible!]

Shen Qingqiu stood in the blind spot of the camera, looking at Lin Yan's composed profile, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.

An impromptu creative assignment? What a joke!

Even the top producers in the country wouldn't dare to boast that they can produce a complete song in just a few minutes!

Is this guy out of his mind?

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The comment with the highest number of likes in the live stream was prominently displayed in the center of the screen.

Subject: [Clown/The one being mocked/Unwilling to accept defeat]

This question is clearly the brainchild of a hater leader.

It's extremely depressing and hard to catch the ear, let alone expect it to become a hit on the spot. It's obvious they want to see Lin Yan make a fool of herself.

Lin Yan stared at the topic on the screen and chuckled.

"The Joker? Unwilling to accept it?"

He muttered something under his breath, then looked at the camera.

"Okay. Then this song is dedicated to everyone who is struggling in life but is being laughed at by others."

Lin Yan slowly closed his eyes.

That vast treasure trove of memories from time travel suddenly opened up.

A legendary song that once broke countless people's hearts late at night is now clearly etched in my mind.

He opened his eyes, his fingers lightly brushing across the strings, and a low, melancholic guitar prelude echoed through the room.

"This song doesn't have a name yet, so please listen carefully."

Lin Yan spoke into the microphone, his voice tinged with a hint of vicissitude and hoarseness.

Shen Qingqiu subconsciously held her breath.

"When you step into this place of joy"

"Carry all your dreams and aspirations on your back"

"Different faces, different makeup"

No one remembers what you look like.

It consists of only four lines of text.

The online trolls who were about to unleash a torrent of abuse in the live stream suddenly fell silent, as if they had been choked.

The imagery in the lyrics and music is absolutely stunning.

"After three rounds of drinks, you're in the corner."

"Stubbornly singing bitter songs"

"Listen to it being drowned out by the noise."

"You pick up your glass and say to yourself."

Lin Yan didn't belt out any heart-wrenching high notes; he was like an old friend he'd known for years, sitting across from you and whispering his thoughts.

But every word was like a heavy hammer, striking hard into everyone's heart.

"One cup to the rising sun, one cup to the moonlight."

"Awakening my longing, softening the cold window."

"So you can fly against the wind without looking back."

"Not afraid of rain in my heart, nor frost in my eyes."

The moment the chorus reached its climax, the entire live stream chat went completely silent.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes filled with overwhelming shock.

The imagery and impact of this song are even more terrifying than "Once Upon a Time"!

How could this be a live creation? This is clearly a miracle!

"One cup to my hometown, one cup to distant places."

"Holding onto my kindness urges me to grow."

"Therefore, the journey between north and south is no longer long."

"The soul no longer has nowhere to rest."

"One glass to tomorrow, one glass to the past."

"Supporting my body, providing strong support to my shoulders."

Although I've never believed in the idea of ​​mountains reaching high mountains and rivers flowing long distances.

Life is too short to dwell on the past.

"One cup to freedom, one cup to death."

"Forgive my ordinariness, and the confusion will be dispelled."

"Okay, I always leave hastily after dawn."

"The most absurd people are those who are clear-headed."

The last sentence, "The most absurd people are the sober ones," drifted away with the wind.

The guitar music stopped abruptly.

The entire online world fell into a deathly silence at that moment.

In the live stream with 600,000 online viewers, all the offensive black comments were swept away.

A few seconds later, the screen was filled with "tears" and "holy crap" so much that the server crashed and left afterimages.

You call this something you wrote on the spot?! You must be some kind of god descended from heaven!

[A thirty-year-old man, sitting on the toilet, crying like a baby. This phrase has become legendary!]

Eight cups of wine, a toast to a lifetime. Starry Entertainment calls this kind of monster a tailor? Go and tailor one for me!

[Where are the paid trolls? Come out and confront us! Why are you all pretending to be dead?!]

Lin Yan casually put down his guitar and gave a light laugh to the camera.

"Can you even listen to this song that was just thrown together on the spot? Mr. Zhao from Xingyao Entertainment, if you're still watching the live stream on a secondary account, did I steal this song from somewhere? Should we go dig into some obscure foreign music library?"

A merciless slap in the face from afar!

What an extreme slap in the face!

The comments were still scrolling wildly, but Lin Yan yawned out of boredom and immediately clicked the "X" to end the live stream.

"Finally finished. Boss, is the food ready yet? I'm starving."

Shen Qingqiu stood there, staring blankly at Lin Yan.

That song "Sorrow" was practically a strategic nuclear bomb, blasting back the current pop songs in the Chinese music scene to the Stone Age.

She took a deep breath, took out her phone, and quietly took a picture of Lin Yan's back.

Then I opened WeChat, found a contact named "Mr. Li (President of the Chinese Music Association)," and promptly sent the message.

"Teacher, I've just unearthed a monster that can turn the Chinese music scene upside down."

The message was sent and received a reply instantly.

"What's your name? Which company are you affiliated with? Send me your business card right now! The national team has a big project next year, and they're really struggling to find a 'stabilizing force' of this caliber!"

Shen Qingqiu looked up at Lin Yan, who was rummaging through bowls and chopsticks and whose face was written all over with "a lazy bum's soul," and replied with a wry smile.

"He's my personal music director now. But teacher, this monster says his ultimate goal in life is to be a paid couch potato. He's got nothing but empty talk right now, so this might not be easy to handle."