Originally, everything went according to plan.

"Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" unexpectedly became popular, even if the two goods did nothing in the next week, the number of fans could steadily exceed the 100,000 mark. As a result, Hao Yun really thought that he actually made this moth at this juncture, and he didn't know that the fans that he had accumulated in the past three days would have to fall back!

O iniquity!

If it weren't for curling up in the quilt and pretending to be asleep, Hao Yun really couldn't help but shout.

Without saying a word, he cut to the private message window, and he was about to connect with this idiot, but before he could send a message, the other side took the initiative to pop a message over.

Qianyuan: [Those fans have been asking me to release my previous songs when they see my creative history...... I was thinking that you said that it would be taken off the shelves for the time being, and now that the three-day period has arrived, I will release the historical songs. 】

it!

If they tell you to let it out, you let it out?

So they let you eat, do you want to go?

Hao Yun resisted the urge to complain, and deleted the word that had been typed on the screen.

Qianyuan: [Later, I also thought about it seriously, and I felt that I should face myself bravely. 】

Qianyuan: [I understand your good intentions, but you are worried that I am proud and complacent. Yes, the fans who came to me because of Fireworks may be captivated by my historical work and talent, but I don't think they're going to be a stumbling block in my musical path. 】

Abyss: [They really love music, just like you and me!] 】

Hao Yun: "??? ”

Why do you understand it again?

Who cares if you swell or not, I'm worried that you will lose powder!

What do you want to do when the task is completed, but can you wait for me to receive the system's grand prize first......

Hao Yun was having a headache about how to reply to this idiot, and a message came again.

Qianyuan: [The previous works are there, and there is nothing to avoid. What's more, someone has already passed my historical works to Station B, and there is a broader stage outside of the Yinke network...... And I'm ready. 】

Hao Yun: "......"

That's just as well.

The internet has a memory.

Even if he takes the historical work off the shelves, as long as someone is idle and bored to look for it, he will definitely be able to find the audio that has not been taken off the shelves. And sometimes the more you worry about something, the more you care about something, the more boring flies get stronger.

Even in Xia Guo, where copyright protection is extremely strict, it is the same, and some non-profit, secondary creations marked with copyright information and initiated by netizens are also in the gray area of supervision, as long as the creator does not take the initiative to ask the other party to take it off the shelves, or issue a public statement prohibiting dissemination.

Don't even think about it.

If it's his song, it must be in the ghost animal area.

Yun Shen is unknown: [...... I don't have anything to blame you, whatever. 】

Abyss: [Thank you, good brother!] 】

Hao Yun: ......

I thank you for a der!

Throwing the phone on the side of the pillow, Hao Yun was too lazy to care about this guy anymore, and fell asleep with his head covered.

……

Although the lights in dormitory 401 have been turned off, the other dormitories on the same floor are still brightly lit.

Especially the 402 bedroom next door is the most lively at this time of night.

Today, the Bluetooth speaker that Yuan Gaofei bought happened to arrive, and the "Fireworks Are Cold", which has suddenly become a hit song recently, was put on in the bedroom, except for He Ping, who climbed into bed early to read a book, was not very interested, and the rest of them gathered around his table to enjoy it.

After listening to it again, the little fat man Zhou Xuan frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly a sentence popped up.

"Do you feel that the sound ...... A bit like Liang Ziyuan? ”

Yuan Gaofei was stunned, listened carefully for a few seconds, and raised his eyebrows twitchingly.

"Hey? That's a bit of a thing. ”

"No, you said Ziyuan?" Wang Ziyi's expression was strange, "Can he listen to his singing?" ”

Although he is Liang Ziyuan's good buddy, he eats and plays ball together, but he has never praised this guy's musical talent with a clear conscience.

After all, when others sing, they ask for money, and this guy sings to death.

He was only in his early nineteens, and he didn't want to die young.

He Ping, who didn't care about these things, was lying on the bed looking at some difficult documents, and from time to time he glanced under the bed expressionlessly to see what superficial things his roommates were talking about.

What seems to be music today?

Shaking his head, he looked away with less interest and continued to look at the book in his hand.

It's just that he couldn't help but hum softly twice along with the music.

Hiss......

Don't really say it.

This sings a little nice!

"Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" was played on a loop two more times, and the three people under the bed finally came to a conclusion.

The voice of this abyss is indeed very similar to Liang Ziyuan, but the former is obviously much better than the latter, and it is categorically impossible to be the same person.

Yuan Gaofei, who finally solved the case, sighed regretfully.

"Hey, it's a pity that Liang Ziyuan's guy can't sing, or his timbre is really a bit similar to this abyss, holding the guitar and going downstairs to play two paragraphs, it's no problem to deceive the little girl."

Wang Ziyi glanced at him.

"Come on, can people rely on their talents?"

Zhou Xuanle said: "Rely on your face to pick up girls, and break up with your talent, I think it's OK." ”

Yuan Gaofei sighed heavily and sat down in his chair.

"Hey! Envy! ”

No matter how good the song is, it will get tired of looping it several times.

However, Zhou Xuan became interested in other works of this hidden abyss, so he searched on the Yinke network.

Ordinary people rarely go to a niche platform like Yinke.com that is open for music producers, just like most people don't go to CNKI to check information.

However, the popularity of this song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" was so sudden that the general search engine could not find any information about the singer's "deep abyss", and he could only find the base camp of the legendary original musician - Yinke.com.

"There are more than 20 songs...... I'm not a newcomer. ”

Glancing at the [Original Musician] gold standard that was just added yesterday, Zhou Xuan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

After all, he's just a small up in the game area, and he can still comment on the game, but when he comments on music, he can't keep up with both professional knowledge and music literacy.

With a hint of curiosity and anticipation, Zhou Xuan put on the headphones and clicked on the first single.

However, as soon as he heard the prelude, he almost fell out of his chair in fright.

"Dry ...... What the hell is this? ”

The wild and piercing percussion instrument is like a ruler beating a blackboard, mixed with noisy guitars and slurred singing skills, making it difficult to understand what this guy is singing, so much so that at first he even has a "That's it?" "I can do it too".

It was only later that the singing became more and more unpleasant, and even became a restless style, that he gradually retreated.

Oh yes, you can play noise as art.

I can't really do it.

can be regarded as listening to a song in its entirety, Zhou Xuan comforted himself and said that after all, it was someone's debut work, maybe it was accidentally recorded and uploaded when he was debugging the instrument, so he clicked on the second song.

Outcome......

He almost didn't die on the prelude.

Hearing the constant friction of the chairs at the next table, Wang Ziyi tilted his head back and glanced curiously at Zhou Xuan, who seemed to be cramping.

"What are you doing? Why is there such a big movement? ”

"Ahem, nothing."

Glancing at his roommate's computer screen, and seeing that he wasn't looking at that kind of good thing, Wang Ziyi looked away with interest and continued to play with his good CP in "Oracle".

Zhou Xuan took a deep breath, pressed the pause button, and clicked on the comment area of the song.

Comment section.

[Author's previous songs...... Uh-huh...... It feels a little weird. 】

[It's quite strange, but I've heard it too much, and I'm inexplicably a little emotional! ] Anyway, it's the kind that is very magical! 】

[Yes, yes, especially the song "Butterfly Outside the Window"! The empty ears of the third chord playing and singing are simply brainwashing! 】

[Butterflies outside the window? Isn't it a crooked butterfly? (funny)]

[Hahaha, laughing at my father, loving and loving! ] The treasure singer of the future master is you! 】

What's that?

The evaluation seems to be okay?

Sure enough, if you make art in an artist's forum, you won't be sprayed?

Zhou Xuan felt that his worldview had been impacted, and even faintly had a trace of self-doubt.

Don't......

It's just that my taste is not good enough to appreciate?

After all, this is a music network, many bigwigs in the music industry have registered accounts, and most of the users here are true lovers who really love music and have a much higher taste for music than the whites on other platforms.

No!

Ye is determined to be the back wave of the up master!

I can't even control BGM, how can I control my life!

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Xuan overcame fear and pressed the button to continue playing, and even simply stuffed all the next eighteen songs into the playlist.

In this way, with his eyes closed and under mental pollution, he listened to more than 20 songs, and Zhou Xuan, who put down his headphones, felt like he had been brainwashed, and his brain was a mess.

Even......

He actually had a trace of "it still sounds a little good", which should not be there.

"I'm so dirty......"

Holding his head and slamming on the table in pain, Zhou Xuan tried to restore his hearing to normal and drive the mental pollution out of his brain.

But in an instant, another thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

If you cut these songs into videos and upload them to the ghost animal area......

In an instant, Zhou Xuan, who was lying on the table, stopped screaming, and his excited fists were hard.

"Damn, I've found a treasure!"

Treasure Singer?

What a treasure mine!