On the internet, the scolding was still going on. The water army was incessantly stirring up trouble. The netizens were happy to watch the show and occasionally joined in the scolding.
"Qin Bao Bao, get out of the entertainment industry."
"So lame, lying to us that her brother wrote the song."
"Liar."
"Her singing is just so-so. Look at her leaked recording. F * ck, what the hell was she singing?"
"None of the singers in the show can beat you. If it wasn't for someone supporting you, you're nothing."
"I must be blind to like you so much."
"You have no self-respect. I've liked you for so long."
Qin Ze's Weibo was implicated.
"It's obviously a smurf account. She didn't even post more than ten posts. I must be blind to believe Qin Bao Bao."
"Get out of the entertainment industry."
"Liar."
"Disgusting."
Soon, someone noticed that Qin Ze had updated his Weibo.
"Eh, smurf account posted."
"Tsk tsk, she still has the guts to post?"
"We won't believe anything she says. Hehe, she wants to clear her name?"
"F * ck …"
"This, this, this …"
"Oh my god …"
Silence. Qin Ze's Weibo was silent.
A few minutes later, Qin Bao Bao reposted this Weibo.
Xing Yi Entertainment, Gym!
Xu Lu was sweating profusely in her sportswear. She sat in the lounge area drinking energy drinks with a towel around her neck.
She was a young woman in her thirties, beautiful and charming. Although women at this age were at their most charming, she was still skateboarding after her thirties and couldn't stop. Her skin would gradually become rough, wrinkles would appear at the corners of her eyes, and her figure would become out of shape. These were the natural enemies of women after thirty.
In order to preserve a young girl's skin and figure, she needed to take good care of herself and eat a good diet. She also needed to exercise regularly.
Of course, her mentality was also important. Xu Lu felt that her mentality had been good for the past few days. She felt refreshed. Qin Bao Bao was finished. Her reputation was completely ruined. At this moment, she was probably fuming at home or crying. Xu Lu had tasted it before. It was too bitter.
She was very jealous. Qin Bao Bao not only stole her spot, but she was younger, prettier, and had more potential than her. Moreover, they were all singers.
Everything was controlled by her and Kang Shian behind the scenes. As a price, she had almost been played to death these few days.
Xu Lu shuddered as she recalled the various things she had experienced last night. She touched her butt and cursed under her breath, "Damn pervert."
She took out her phone and looked at the time. She planned to take a shower and end today's exercise.
"Ding!"
Kang Shian replied, "Come to my office. Remember to take a shower."
Xu Lu shuddered as she recalled the various things she had experienced last night. She touched her butt and cursed under her breath, "Damn pervert."
Kang Shian had recently taken a liking to her …
Outside the gym, Xu Lu's assistant jogged in. Looking around, she immediately spotted Xu Lu and rushed over. "Big Sister Xu, bad news, bad news."
Xu Lu was unperturbed. She raised her head to look at her and frowned. "Why are you so flustered? What's the matter?"
"Qin Bao Bao posted something on Weibo." The assistant panted slightly.
Xu Lu sneered, "Let her be. She won't be able to cause any trouble."
The assistant waved her hands. "It's different this time, it's different."
Xu Lu's expression turned serious. She opened Weibo on her phone and searched for Qin Bao Bao. She was not a fan of that little wench.
Qin Bao Bao had posted something two hours ago. To be exact, she had reposted it. It was concise and comprehensive: My brother!
Watching Childhood from Afar:
"I saw the news online and was dumbfounded. I was the one who accompanied Qin Bao Bao to the TV station to rehearse that day. There was no such thing as a rich second-generation heir or a Lamborghini. Please, you posted a picture of a Lamborghini and I became a rich second-generation heir? Thank you unscrupulous media. If you posted a picture of the 'Shanghai Central Building', I would become the richest person in the country in minutes. I know you guys are also doing things for money. Although I'm not from the entertainment industry, I've seen too many similar methods. Buying news, hiring Internet Water Army, these are the only methods. Let's not waste any more time. Everyone, please take a look. "
There were five electronic pictures of the copyright of the song. Qin Ze had registered the copyright certificate online. He had blurred out the "Ze" word.
Xu Lu clicked on the picture and her eyebrows twitched. She sneered. "Go and contact the media. Say that Qin Bao Bao photoshopped the picture. Trying to cover it up only makes it more conspicuous."
The netizens would not talk about evidence with you. This was not a court. Three people could make a tiger. Ten people could turn a rumor into a definite fact.
The picture was too vague.
The assistant's expression did not look too good. She stammered, "Sister Xu, look at the next post."
Xu Lu swiped the screen and saw Qin Bao Bao's last Weibo post. She was shocked. Comments: 26588. Likes: 12209.
This data was a little scary. Qin Bao Bao's fame was not even a C-list celebrity. But after posting on Weibo for two hours, there were actually so many followers.
It was still: My brother!
There was a video attached.
She clicked on the video. The background was an ordinary living room. The furnishings were simple and neat. A man was sitting on the sofa. His face was mosaic.
The man in the video said, "I'm Qin Bao Bao's brother. Yes, I'm also the author of all her original songs. In view of the recent storm on the Internet, I'm here to explain. The person who accompanied Qin Bao Bao to rehearse the program that day was me. I'm the man in the picture. Some people with evil intentions secretly took pictures and created rumors. They even hired ghostwriters. I know who that person is. Without evidence, I won't name him. I also know that there's no evidence. No one will believe me. Alright, we'll speak with facts. "
Xu Lu sneered. Posting pictures was not safe. What about a video? So what if it was a video? You said you were Qin Bao Bao's brother, so you are? Even if you are, I can still defame you. Public opinion didn't need evidence or authenticity. Whoever had the right to speak would be the winner.
But at this moment, the camera zoomed in. The man in the video tapped on two phones. A virtual piano appeared on the screen.
What was he trying to do? Play the piano? Rely on this to play the piano?
As if to verify Xu Lu's guess, the man in the video muttered to himself. He gently placed his hands on the virtual piano keys of the two phones. In the next moment, flowing notes sounded.
"Goddess of Light"?
Xu Lu was stunned. Of course, she had heard this song before. In her era, the school's loudspeaker would play this piano every lunchtime.
The game was quite good. The two phones could actually display the original flavor of the game. Xu Lu suddenly missed her high school days.
She had seen Qin Bao Bao's brother before. She heard that he was the author of those original songs. Xu Lu did not believe it at first. He was young, handsome, and looked like he had not graduated from university. How could he have such high musical attainments?
Now she believed it.
Based on this piano piece, his standard was at the top.
"Go and contact the media and Internet ghostwriters. Ask them to increase their efforts. I don't believe Qin Bao Bao can make a comeback. It's just a piano piece. It's nothing." Xu Lu was very calm. She quickly thought of a countermeasure.
The assistant hesitated and whispered, "Watch the video first. Then you can consider whether hiring ghostwriters is still useful."
Xu Lu looked at her strangely. She did not speak and continued to watch.
The piano piece ended.
She thought the video was over, but when she looked at the progress bar, it was still a long way from death.
"I'm not just going to play a song. I believe that there are many people who can play" Goddess of Light ". But there are not many people who can write six excellent songs. After listening to the song I'm going to play, everyone will believe me. I am indeed the original writer of the song. Qin Bao Bao does not have the possibility of a sugar daddy, because all the songs were written by me. "
Seeing this, Xu Lu finally had an ominous premonition. She felt that something was going to happen.
Just as this thought came to her mind, a light note sounded. In the video, a pair of slender fingers moved, kind and pleasing to the eye.
It was a piano piece that had never been heard before.
The piano sound floated in the gym. The rhythm was bright and beautiful. It had an intoxicating charm.
Someone turned off the treadmill and turned to look.
Someone put down the dumbbell and couldn't help but come over, wanting to listen carefully to the piano piece.
One, two …
Not long after, more than a dozen people gathered around Xu Lu. They were Star Art Entertainment's employees, small celebrities who did not take any jobs, fitness trainers, etc.
"This piece is really nice."
"Yeah, I've never heard of it. Which foreign master's work is it?"
"It should be a new work. I've studied piano for a few years, but I've never seen it. From the style, it seems to be Herza's. "
"This young man is not bad. He can play such a beautiful piano piece using a mobile phone app."
"Big Sister Xu, where did you find this video? I want to listen too."
"Big Sister Xu, what's the name of this piece?"
The people around her whispered to each other. Xu Lu suddenly realized that her mind was in a mess. She wanted to continue to smear Qin Bao Bao, but it seemed to be a bit difficult …
How to smear?
It was fine if there were pictures and the truth, but this video was too unbelievable. A self-composed piano piece, and it was so good.
She did not doubt the authenticity of the piano piece. There were too many amazing people online. If you stole a piano piece from a master, you would be exposed in minutes.
How could it be!
How could it be!!
How old was he? How could he have such achievements?
Even if Qin Ze wrote another ten golden songs, Xu Lu would not be surprised. Self-composed piano pieces were amazing. There were too many people in the world who could play the piano, but how many could compose piano pieces?
It was on a completely different level from pop songs.
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