Song Cangran admitted that she had plagiarized.

But she copied something that hasn't appeared in the world today, so there should be nothing wrong with it.

She quickly found the relevant news on the Internet, and after reading the content, her eyebrows twisted slightly.

A boy said that he wrote the song she sang at Bo Lang's concert, and he took out the original song, and in order to prove that he was not lying, he sang another song that he had written.

Just as all artists have their own style, composers also incorporate their own personal elements when creating their own works.

The boy's new song is very similar to the one Song Canran sang before, and it is also catchy.

The song became popular as soon as it came out.

Half of it was because of this gossip.

The song that Song Canran sang at the concert before has become popular, and her original video has been deleted, because the boy's matter has been turned out again, and it is getting hotter and hotter.

Many people didn't know who sang this song, and she didn't want to be popular, but because of the boy's revelations, she became known in the streets.

Netizens said everything, but Song Canran didn't care.

She stared at the computer screen, the boy's low voice echoing in her ears.

She was familiar with this piece, and the two pieces were indeed written by the same author.

However, the composer she knew was not her, nor was it this boy.

Like the song she sang before, the song sung by this boy also did not belong to this era.

Because of her rebirth, she borrowed songs that would have appeared ten years later.

But how could this boy know about a song that should have come out in two or three years?

Could it be that he is also born again?

In other words, these songs were originally written by him, and I don't know how they were plagiarized, and they were published many years later.

She stared at the computer screen, thoughts running through her head.

"Boring." Fang Xinai walked over, grabbed the mouse and turned off the computer.

"Why didn't he say it earlier, everyone is the same, I also said that I wrote the song he sang, there are always some people who can't see that others are better than him."

"Don't take it personally, no matter what happens, we will be on your side." Ye Weifan was also comforted on the side.

"It's not right for you to do this, you should stand on the side of the truth, in case it's really me who plagiarized."

"Then I'll support you too."

...... "You guys are too unprincipled.

Song Canran had to laugh dryly: "Yes, even if I really plagiarize, what's the matter, I'm not a celebrity like you, no one knows me when I go out, and I'm afraid of being sprayed?" ”

That being said, she's going to change her itinerary.

The composer lives in Haicheng, and she was originally going to accompany Fang Xinai to make a promotional trip, but now it seems that it is necessary to visit in advance.

She didn't care what other people thought, but she wanted to find out if the boy was born again like her, or if there was something else going on.

Just as she was thinking, her phone rang again.

A strange number flashed on the screen.

"Who?"

After connecting, a strange and familiar voice came from the other party.

"My name is Xu Yuan," the other party said, "You've read the report, I want to talk to you about plagiarism." ”

It turned out that this was the boy who broke the news.

Song Canran's eyes flashed, how did he know his mobile phone number?

She doesn't like the feeling, as if the other person knows her well and she doesn't know anything.