dkrc Chapter 094 Silence, silence is tonight's...
Chapter 094 Silence, silence is tonight's...
For the next few days, things were peaceful and calm on Yang Du's side.
As for whether Jiang Yinglan is in a state of chaos, it is likely so, because no mysterious figure has suddenly appeared online to offer any advice to Yang Du.
In an instant, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the sky cleared, revealing a bright and colorful scene.
Qiuniu Studio.
Yuan Xiuqing was organizing documents when she remembered what she had done a few days ago, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Jiang Yinglan usually acts aloof and values her reputation more than anything. Now, netizens are like clockwork, constantly asking her on Weibo about her contributions to society. She's probably furious but helpless, and she's probably suffering internal injuries from being cooped up at home."
Whether it's artists or educators, their contributions to this cause certainly cannot be measured simply and crudely in monetary terms, but isn't this being forcibly pulled onto another track?
Jiang Yinglan, who is used to being high and mighty and judging others with a flick of her finger, has never been criticized by netizens who stand on moral high ground like this before.
This move was an absolute disgrace to her.
"Haha." Yang Du was playing a game when he heard this and looked up, saying, "This is what they call a scholar encountering a soldier—you can't reason with him. As for asking Professor Jiang to lower herself and argue with netizens? That's worse than killing her."
"However... Director Huo called me last night."
Yuan Xiuqing stopped what she was doing: "What do you mean? Is someone trying to mediate?"
"No, not at all. I guess Jiang Yinglan wouldn't be able to bring herself to do it." Yang Du coughed twice and continued, "Director Huo was just giving me some advice as someone who's been through it. He said that it's best to avoid using these kinds of magical clashes in the future. They're too lethal and can easily make people hate you."
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While Yang Du's situation has cleared up and the sun is shining, Zeng Zifan has recently been living as if he were in purgatory.
Ever since the school leaders discovered that he was the one who sent that tea-scented apology letter, he felt like he was being roasted over a fire.
To be honest, Zeng Zifan never really felt that he had done anything wrong.
In his view, music is a refined art with a threshold; even the simplest melody has its own rules and patterns.
Those who become famous by relying on a few pop songs don't deserve to be called musicians at all; at best, they are just music laborers who make a living by writing lyrics and composing music.
Therefore, he really couldn't understand how a weirdo like Yang Du, who accumulated inspiration by writing melodramatic stories, could be regarded as the face of the composition department as an enrolled student.
How could he be hailed as a so-called genius producer by those unsophisticated media outlets?
How absurd!
Therefore, when Zeng Zifan first saw Jiang Yinglan publicly criticize Yang Du, he felt that he had finally heard a clear voice in this filthy world.
It's like a ray of bright sunshine suddenly appearing on a cloudy day, dispelling the gloom and illuminating the earth.
In addition, someone had made some implicit promises to him at the time, so he wrote that "Letter of Apology" with great enthusiasm and without any corrections, feeling that he was simply a messenger of justice and the embodiment of light.
Who knew that after the incident escalated, those so-called like-minded people never contacted him again, and even blocked him on WeChat.
On the contrary, the school's reaction was more intense than he had imagined.
The department head had a special talk with him. Although the tone was neither too light nor too heavy, the message was essentially the same: be mindful of the consequences.
The way his classmates looked at him changed.
In the past, when we bumped into each other, we could at least greet each other and nod. But now, people either take a detour or pretend they didn't see him, as if he were some kind of filthy thing.
September 25, Liyuan Dormitory 303.
As usual, Zeng Zifan squatted in his dormitory like a mushroom, scrolling through Weibo, trying to see what changes were happening online.
During this period, he would not step out of his dormitory unless absolutely necessary.
Unexpectedly, big data thoughtfully pushed a marketing account to him with a leak, which was a so-called internal rehearsal program list for the National Day Gala.
Zeng Zifan glanced at it casually, but his pupils instinctively contracted.
On the program list was a name he would never forget.
Moreover, it appeared twice.
"The Lone Warrior" - Performed by Lin Xu, Lyrics/Music/Arrangement by Yang Du.
"Today is Your Birthday" - Performed by Yang Jiayin, Lyrics/Music/Arrangement by Yang Du.
"Fake!"
Zeng Zifan blurted out, startled by his own suddenly raised voice, which sounded hoarse and unpleasant, like that of a night owl.
He immediately opened the comments section and typed rapidly in response: "It's obviously photoshopped. Lin Xu is a newcomer who has been in the industry for less than half a year. What makes him worthy of being on such a prestigious stage as the National Day Gala?"
Actually, he wanted to criticize Yang Du more, but since the scandal had just come to light, he had no choice but to turn his attention to Lin Xu instead.
After posting, he stared intently at the screen, hoping that a few clear-headed netizens would agree with his point of view.
Fortunately, there is still justice in this world, and the comments section was indeed full of doubts.
[What kind of newcomer aims for the National Day Gala right after their debut? I didn't check the almanac before going out today, and I saw a heifer flying in the sky.]
[Two songs performed at one gala; who exactly is Yang Du, and is he some kind of rich kid?]
[To the person upstairs: Yang Du hasn't had a single miss so far.]
[These are just marketing accounts trying to ride the wave of a trending topic. How credible can they be? Let's just forget about them.]
[Fake news isn't illegal, so naturally, they'll do whatever's eye-catching.]
Seeing the overwhelmingly negative comments, Zeng Zifan breathed a slight sigh of relief. Sure enough, the masses have discerning eyes.
However, with a slip of the hand and a refresh, a highly-rated comment was pushed to the top.
He looked closely and saw it was a screenshot of a webpage. The interface was the Gaoshan Forum, and the post was titled "Help! I'm going to Studio One today..."
Zeng Zifan's hand suddenly froze.
In the screenshot, the original poster mentioned someone very young, a newcomer, just debuted, and with only two songs...
It matches the details that the marketing account just revealed perfectly.
"Wow, they actually started marketing more than a week in advance!" Zeng Zifan didn't hesitate to assume the worst about Yang Du.
squeak-
Just then, the dormitory doors were pushed open, and two roommates walked in, chatting as they went.
"Damn, those two songs by Yang Du seem to be real. The original poster of that thread on the mountain has been identified as a student of the Central Conservatory of Music."
"Really? If it's true, Yang Du would be incredibly awesome! Two songs at one gala, what does that even mean? If I could have that kind of treatment—"
The two were chatting enthusiastically when they suddenly caught a glimpse of Zeng Zifan, who was still in the dormitory, out of the corner of their eyes.
My roommate suddenly remembered something, coughed awkwardly, and swallowed the rest of his sentence.
silence.
Silence reigns tonight in Liyuan Dormitory 303.
However, what made Zeng Zifan feel his worldview collapse even more was what happened three days later.
On September 29th, the official final program list for the National Day Gala was released.
This list, compared to the previously leaked internal rehearsal program list, only has some minor adjustments in the order of the programs.
Yang Du's two songs were prominently featured, shining brightly.
Snapped!
It looks like something broke.