"I just said that there are too many loopholes in this matter, you see what to do now, netizens are all asking me to show evidence, even if I fake it again, there will be professionals who will see it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I've listened to you, what do you say now? ”

"Hehe, don't worry, you just hold on, he's just a poor boy from a ravine, and his fame is not comparable."

With a sinister laugh, the other party hung up the phone. The angry Gao Jie scolded at the mobile phone, and the daughter-in-law, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the words, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, Gao Jie, what makes you so angry?" ”

Looking at the yellow-faced woman in front of him, whose figure had been deformed over time, Gao Jie was even more annoyed, and waved his hand impatiently and said, "It's none of your business, let's cook your meal." ”

At the dinner table, Gao Jie, who was becoming more and more restless, didn't eat a few bites of food, put down his chopsticks, went to the study to turn on the computer, and paid attention to the latest progress of things.

When he opened Weibo, he saw that in the comments on Weibo, the popular comments were all asking him to show evidence. At this time, the headlines of major news media have also changed, plagiarizing the words of Sina Entertainment's reporters.

Suddenly he felt that he had nowhere to exert his strength, so he could only sit on the chair in a daze. At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

"Professor Gao Jie, I am Xiao Zhang of the Secretariat of the Chinese Writers Association, and now the Chinese Writers Association has received a report from the masses and learned of this matter, and I hope you can make a written report to explain this matter to the China Writers Association Committee."

Gao Jie, who picked up the phone with a blank face, didn't wait for an answer when he heard a blind voice from the other side.

"Heh, it's all a group of power dogs, don't you all like to toss, then you can toss, my gun has also been finished by you, what are you looking for me to do."

……

In this week, people who lack news hotspots have switched from the dull entertainment industry to the literary circle.

I heard that there is a famous person who is suspected of slander and fraud, you listen, this is so exciting. Playing on the side of the street, look at us discussing literature, and then look at the people around who can be excited because of a meat joke, phew, vulgar, really vulgar!

"Please show Professor Gao's evidence, slander is not a joke."

"The crime of defamation shall be punishable by fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, public surveillance or deprivation of political rights.

……

"I heard that Wang Xingyan is going to release a new song, I don't know if he can make a name for himself."

"Upstairs, who is Wang Xingyan and which singer? I've never heard of it. ”

"He's the one involved in this matter, you don't even know what you're doing here."

"Aha, my cousin told me that there was a lot of fun, so I came."

"Cousin? How old are you? ”

"Brother, I'm in elementary school."

"Get out, I'm your uncle."

……

"Hey, Xiao Wang, you won't blame me for the last time "Farewell Kangqiao", right?"

"How can you, Teacher Yao, Gao Jie has already left school, and you can't control him. Besides, as a generation of celebrities, you can still go to the Internet to tear him up. Yes! Forgive me for being rude, I understand them anyway, don't worry. ”

"Hehe, that's good, I'm afraid you have a bad heart, if this matter is said earlier, I can also feel that my conscience is passable, otherwise I would not be too embarrassed to come to you."

"Teacher Yao, you are too polite, I am not the master who has no brains to complain."

"Well, you start to prepare, you have basically learned all the course knowledge, and you can follow me to practice for a year after your junior year."

……

Regardless of Wang Xingyan's side, Zhao Mengyu is struggling here. Watching her fans happily talk about the new song she is about to release, it is clear that the new song is in her hand, but she just can't click to send, this is really an itchy torment! In this regard, she hated Wang Xingyan, who was answering the phone non-stop.

Ding――

"Did Wang Xingyan really write a song for you?"

It's Momo.

finally found that Zhao Mengyu, who had someone to talk to, hurriedly replied: "Well, you know, my new songs have been recorded, but Wang Xingyan's bastard has to wait for the weekend to let me release the song, you say it's not angry!" ”

"Huh? All recorded? I just wanted to ask you about your new songs. That, Sister Yu, can you tell me secretly? ”

"Aha, they're all sisters, what's so much about this, I'll pass it on to you."

Ten minutes later, "How's it going, the song is okay?" I myself feel no less than my first song. ”

……

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Mengyu, who had not yet received a reply, asked suspiciously, "Xiao Momo?" What about people? ”

……

It's been almost an hour, and Zhao Mengyu is a little square. I thought to myself, is this a lie to the new song? But Momo doesn't look like that kind of person. Stolen number? Zhao Mengyu, who was panicked, looked at Wang Xingyan hesitantly, and she was ready to be scolded, and she was about to explain to Wang Xingyan truthfully.

Ding――

"Sister Yu, this! You'd better wait for the release of the new song, and you'll understand when the time comes. ”

…………

On the weekend, Zhao Mengyu, who ran to Wang Xingyan's house early in the morning, lifted the quilt, and didn't care about his naked appearance, cough cough, he was wearing small underwear, but Zhao Mengyu chose to ignore it.

Wang Xingyan, who was still in a haze, saw this and quickly covered his lower body, his body shrunk, and asked with a frightened face: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Wow, look at your cowardice, can I make a song?"

Wang Xingyan, who didn't turn his mind for a while, was still immersed in the dangerous fantasy of being lost, and asked suspiciously: "What song?" ”

When Zhao Mengyu heard this, he picked up his pillow and smashed it, and said angrily: "What new song you say, I've been holding it back for a week." ”

"I've been holding it back for more than 20 years..."

"What are you muttering?"

"Huh? Nothing, nothing. You can send it, you go out first, I haven't got my clothes on yet. ”

"Phew, with your little body, what is there to see."

Zhao Mengyu, who got the answer, happily prepared to go out to vent his grievances this week.

――――

Time back to the early morning of last night, fan No. 1: "It doesn't look like it's early in the morning, good night, fans." ”

Night shift party fan No. 22: "It's three o'clock, it looks like it's the rhythm of the song tomorrow at noon." ”

At half past five, die-hard fan No. 66: "Stick to your dreams!" Where are the loyal fans, let me see your hands that haven't slept yet. ”

At half past seven in the morning, as a rare weekend, after a week of hard work, everyone longed to sleep until the darkness of the day.

At this time, Zhao Mengyu's top Weibo seems to have been updated.

Number Sixty-Six reached out and rubbed his astringent eyes, refreshed it again, well, updated.

Well? Updated?!

Busy looking at it, "The new song is released, I hope everyone will support you, hee hee ~ (/ cute)", I sent it!

"Wild Son"? Is this taking the heroic route?

Click to play, "... Blow, blow, pride indulgence...", has been haunting the groggy mind of Number Sixty-Six.

The die-hard fan of No. 66, who unconsciously hummed these lyrics, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more sober.

Over and over again.

If you are in a daze.