In the blink of an eye, it was time for the audition.

Gu Yi looked at the surging crowd, handsome men and beautiful women, very eye-catching.

Gu Yi looked at one place and walked straight there.

The person who lowered his head to play with his mobile phone noticed that the light was darkened in front of him, frowned and looked up, and after seeing that it was Gu Yi, the whole person was stunned for a moment and returned to normal, "You're here?" ”

Gu Yi bowed slightly, and didn't ask him why he was at the audition site.

Gu Yi's original owner who possessed him this time had dysmenorrhea, and his aunt came when he was about to go out. At this time, after standing for a long time, his waist was a little sore, Gu Yi straightened his back, and pressed his hand on his lower abdomen, which made him feel more comfortable.

Rong Yuan noticed her abnormality, stood up, and gave her a place, "Sit." ”

Gu Yi was not polite, and said thank you: sit down.

Before Gu Yi came, some female artists who were eyeing Rong Yuan saw this differentiation, and they almost bit a mouthful of silver teeth.

Gu Yi sat and watched the audition people come and go, and he didn't even know when Rong Yuan would leave.

It wasn't until a cup of milk tea was handed to him that he knew that Rong Yuan had left.

Milk tea cup, but it is filled with ginger syrup.

"Thank you!" Gu Yi thanked gratefully.

Rong Yuan shook his head slightly, "You don't have to say thank you to me." ”

Gu Yi took a sip of ginger syrup, and it was very warm in his stomach, but he didn't know how to answer Rong Yuan's words.

Knowing that this person is the target of the strategy, she is going to be attacked, but the more worlds she passes, her emotional line seems to disappear, and there is nothing else for the strategy target except for the normal good feeling.

Rong Yuan knew that this time and place was not suitable for saying more, so he did not continue to speak, but stood beside Gu Yi like a knight.

Until the staff called her name.

"Come on." Rong Yuan cheered her up.

Gu Yi bowed slightly. Give the remaining half of the ginger syrup in his hand to Rong Yuanbang to hold.

In less than five minutes, Gu Yi came out, and Rong Yuan had disappeared.

I flipped out my phone to check the time, saw Rong Yuan's message, and learned that he had something to deal with, so I went back first.

Gu Yi returned the message record with an expressionless face, and was about to collect his mobile phone and go home, when a push message popped up.

Gu Yi didn't care about it, but when he saw Rong Yuan plagiarizing these words, he subconsciously clicked in.

#容远抄袭#

#情歌王子竟是抄袭狗#

In the link, two messages are side by side.

Gu Yi went in one by one, the content was varied, but it almost had the same meaning.

Rong Yuan plagiarized the words and scores of whomever and whom. It's all listed below.

The news was menacing, and it seemed that it was well prepared.

Rong Yuan plagiarism?

Gu Yi only knew that Rong Yuan had since his debut, except for others who sang it when he debuted, and the songs he sang after signing a contract with a brokerage company were all written by himself.

It's just that now the whole network is full of news about his plagiarism.

Can his little heart still stand it?

Would she like to give a phone call and ask?

Gu Yi's action was relatively fast, and as soon as his thoughts flashed, he had already dialed the phone with his hand movements.

The phone rang and hung up.

Gu Yi is on the phone again.

Gu Yi thought that he should be busy with public relations now, and he didn't have time to answer her call. So she didn't fight again.

When he got home, Gu Yi turned on the computer.

Even the homepage of her computer is Rong Yuan's business.

Gu Yi had nothing to do, so he started to wander around with the mouse.

This time, she went to Rong Yuan's Weibo homepage.

Rong Yuan's Weibo fans are tens of millions, and at this time, in addition to die-hard fans who are still defending him, black fans of keyboard players and passers-by who have been led astray have left very excessive remarks under Weibo.

In short, there is a miasma of black smoke.

Gu Yi touched his chin and considered whether to cast another spell like last time to make the group behind the scenes suffer a little.