I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

After saying the last sentence, the call was abruptly disconnected.

"What did you just say?" Xu Xiangxiao asked quickly.

Her foreign language skills are really poor. Because she's always focused on making Chinese music the best it can be. She now deeply regrets neglecting her foreign language education.

"The members of Guns N' Roses said, they said..." Qin Yunchu thought for a moment, then decided not to explain.

The noise from that group of people had really given her a headache; the hoarse voice was still echoing in her head.

But now she feels incredibly clear-headed; she feels she understands everything perfectly.

"Anyway, I'll choose C." She pressed the button directly.

Large green text lit up on the screen:

"Correct answer!"

Qin Yun Chu understood everything: Chen Ya went abroad and continued his scumbag ways, not only treating girls badly, but also treating boys badly.

Guns N' Roses kept insisting that he was definitely on their side, but Qin Yun Chu knew that if she called Nirvana, they would give the same answer.

So from Chen Ya's perspective, he was fighting two against one.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Two rows of bookshelves behind and to the side of the group were illuminated by warm yellow backlights.

As the lights came on, the contents of the bookshelf were revealed.

Looking around, all I could see were albums with the following written on them:

"Guns N' Roses", "NIRVANA", "Linkin Park", "Green Day", "Imagine Dragons", "OneRepublic", "Maroon 5"...

Gao Xiaobo rushed over immediately, and exclaimed loudly as he looked at the album covers on the shelf:

Holy crap! Linkin Park!

"Holy crap! The Republican era!"

"Holy crap! Magic Red!"

He was shouting and yelling, his voice trembling with tears, which left Yingzi completely bewildered.

"Teacher Gao, what's wrong?" Qin Yunchu asked.

Gao Xiaobai placed his hands on the shelf, turned around, and said with spittle flying:

"These are all autographed albums from these bands! Don't tell me JX wrote them all; they must have been gifts, right?"

"Are these albums famous?" Qin Yunchu asked.

"Famous? You've definitely heard of them!" Gao Xiaobo exclaimed.

As Gao Xiaobai rattled off the names of the bands one by one, like reciting a menu, the live stream chat exploded with excitement.

"Holy crap?"

"Holy shit? Holy shit? Holy shit?"

"Holy crap, JX made these albums too?"

"What the hell are you guys talking about? I've never heard of any of these bands."

"JX writes niche and high-quality songs. I feel like this show is just a publicity stunt. I've never heard of any of those bands."

"No, you must have heard of it."

How do you know I've heard of it? Do you know more about it than I do?

"Hey, you're too young. Wait until you've heard it all before you say you haven't heard it before."

……

Looking at the excited Gao Xiaobai, Qin Yunchu was completely confused.

"I've never heard of any of those bands you mentioned."

Gao Xiaobo ran over, tapped the screen a few times, and the words "Maroon 5 - Sugar" appeared on it. Then he looked up at her:

Are you sure you haven't heard of it?

Qin Yun Chu shook her head.

"Okay, I'll play one of their songs, and then you'll know whether you've heard them or not."

He tapped the screen lightly with his finger.

A light and cheerful song drifted out, and Qin Yun Chu felt that the melody was familiar. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly heard the chorus, sung in a voice she knew all too well:

"I peeled a coconut, and you fucking gave me a pear..."

Qin Yun Chu's eyes widened slightly.

He Ling's mouth was also wide open.

They... had actually heard of it!

At this moment, the live stream chat was flooded with even more "Holy crap!" comments:

"Holy crap, it's this song..."

"Holy crap, I've actually heard of that before!"

"I'm sorry, I was too naive before. I really have heard it, but I don't know where I heard it!"

"I've heard this song, but I didn't know it was sung by this band."

……

“‘Sugar’ is arguably the most famous single from Maroon 5’s self-titled album,” Gao Xiaobo said. “I saw recently that its music video has already surpassed 3 billion views on YouTube.”

"30 billion?!" Qin Yun Chu's eyes widened. "Doesn't that mean that one in every two people on Earth has heard of it at least once?"

"It's also possible for someone to listen to it several times."

Qin Yunchu was speechless.

Even if someone listens to it several times, 30 billion plays is still quite impressive.

No wonder I didn't know the name of the song or the band, but I had heard it before.

With this level of reach, you must have heard this song somewhere.

“I have a question,” Yingzi suddenly said, “What does he mean by putting this song here? Did he write this too? Didn’t he stop writing pop songs?”

Gao Xiaobo adjusted his glasses: "I also want to know, were these albums written by JX? Or were they just gifts from someone else?"

Chapter 159 JX Intrusion

At 9 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone 8, it was around 9 p.m. in New York City.

Axl's smile, still lingering on his face after hanging up the phone, turned into a deep sigh as the busy signal rang out.

"Alright, alright, guys, there's no time for sentimentality," Jeff stood up. "There are tens of thousands of people waiting for you outside!"

Everyone stood up, stretched, grabbed their instruments, and turned their performance costume pockets inside out and then back inside out.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Let's get hyped!"

Under the lights, the sound of helicopter rotors drowned out the waves of people.

The platform rises in the center of Times Square, its neon lights reflecting off the distant buildings.

On the building's large screen, the gold letters of Guns & Roses shone brightly.

Below the platform, waves of people surged forward like swaying wheat fields, and cheers rose and fell like a tidal wave.

Axl Rose slowly rose from the platform into the crowd's view. He was wearing a black T-shirt on his upper body and red boxer briefs on his lower body, with his slightly curled long hair flowing in the wind.

A louder cheer drowned out the roar of the helicopter's rotors as it drifted away, leaving patrol cars on the ground on high alert.

“Just now, just now,” the lead singer on stage said, holding the microphone, “JX’s friends called us.”

The audience below stared blankly at the stage.

"JX, friends, JX!" The lead singer's booming voice was incredibly powerful. "Next, you'll hear JX's 'November Rain,' a song he wrote for us!"

The audience seemed to realize what had happened, and screams erupted like waves crashing against rocks as the crowd took turns carrying the unconscious person out of the arena.

The sounds of piano and violin rose together, the grand, epic piano music, along with the melodious flute that joined in midway, as if whispering a long story.

"When I look into your eyes, I see suppressed love."

But, darling, when I hold you in my arms, do you know that I feel the same way?

Because nothing is permanent, and we understand that hearts change.

The crowd swayed and rose and fell with the music.

This song, which is 9 minutes long, cannot be played on any radio station because of its length; no station would set aside a full 9 minutes to play it.

However, thanks to its outstanding quality, the song soared to number 30 on the Billboard Hot 100, second only to "Don't Cry" on the same album.

It has been hailed by music critics as a "perfect masterpiece" and "a poetic symphonic rock."

Meanwhile, its music video won the MTV Best Cinematography award and garnered over 100 million views on YouTube in just one month.

Because of this music video, music store owners were ecstatic, and monthly guitar sales tripled year-on-year.

Slash stood there with his guitar, like a lone wolf, strumming the strings. Many years later, this solo would be included in a documentary and become one of the "ten greatest solos in rock history".

……

"Were these albums also written by JX? Or were they just gifts from someone else?" Gao Xiaobo asked.

“Didn’t Guns N’ Roses’ manager just say,” Jiang Xinhai said, “that JX is a mysterious songwriter or something?”

“But…” Gao Xiaobo was getting a little frustrated, “These songs are all huge hits in the Western music scene, did he write them all by himself?”

If it's just a hard rocker like Guns N' Roses written by JX, then it's easier for him to understand.

But if pop-rock artists like Maroon 5 and Linkin Park were also written by JX, then he would really be devastated.

If someone of Gao Xiaobo's caliber praises a song that has good reviews but isn't popular, he'll just smile and say nothing. After all, he also has "My Deskmate"—who wasn't popular back then? No matter how well you write, are you as famous as me?

But if it's a song that's both critically acclaimed and commercially successful, and even his mother and son are listening to it on repeat, and it's said to be written by JX, then he can't accept it.

What's wrong with American aesthetics?!

Jiang Xinhai shrugged.

She had no say in what Gao Xiaobai was thinking.

She knew that Chen Ya was the kind of person who would only talk about seven-tenths of what he did.

He said the private collection mostly contains his songs, so that must be it.

If it were someone else's song, given his personality, he would probably add a note like he did with Pink Floyd's albums before, saying, "I put this song in at their insistence; I didn't originally intend to put it here."

If he says it was someone else who strongly requested that it be put in, then it must be true.

Chen Ya would never lie about such trivial matters.

Jiang Xinhai thought this way, but others didn't.

Not everyone knows Chen Ya as well as she does.

“These albums,” Gao Xiaobo pointed to the bookshelf, “any song from them could probably be listened to by at least hundreds of millions of people.”

Yingzi frowned at him, finding his words alarming. Yan Yunzhuo smiled: "Teacher Gao, you're exaggerating..."

“Exaggeration? I’m being quite modest!” Gao Xiaobai casually tapped the screen. “Take Maroon 5 for example, they have several songs that are also classic hits.”

As he clicked, the background music changed, and a whistling sound began.

As soon as the whistle rang out, the expressions on everyone's faces became quite interesting.

“I’ve actually heard that before, the super catchy one, especially that whistling part,” He Ling said, her eyes wide.

“Moves Like Jagger,” Gao Xiaobo said, “You see, it’s very popular in China, but people don’t know it’s this band.”

In the live stream chat, the screen was filled with "666" comments:

"Indeed, this song is played in almost every disco; it's so catchy."