An Expert Is actually By My Side

Chapter 21 The Treasure Singer

Everything was going according to plan.

"Fireworks are easy to be cold" became popular as expected. Even if the two guys do nothing in the next week, the number of fans can steadily break through the 100,000 mark. In the end, Hao Yun really thought that he would be such a moth at this juncture, and maybe the fans he had worked so hard to accumulate in the past three days would have to fall back!

Sin!

If he hadn't curled up under the quilt and pretended to be asleep, Hao Yun would really have yelled out.

Without further ado, he switched to the private message window, and he was planning to line up with this idiot, but before he could send a message, the other side took the initiative to play a message.

Qian Yuan: [Those fans have seen my creative history and kept asking me to release the previous songs... I was thinking that you said that it was temporarily removed from the shelves. Now that the three-day period has come, I will release the historical songs . 】

Fuck!

They let you out and you let them out?

Then they let you eat shit, do you go?

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

Qian Yuan: [Later, I also thought about it seriously, and I think I should face myself bravely. 】

Qian Yuan: 【I understand your good intentions, you are worried about my pride and complacency. Yes, the fans who found me because of "Fireworks Are Cold" may be attracted by my historical works and talents, but I don't think they will be a stumbling block in my musical path. 】

Qian Yuan: [They really love music, just like you and me! 】

Hao Yun: "???"

How did you understand it again?

Who the hell cares if you're bloated or not, I'm worried that you'll lose your followers!

After the task is completed, I like to do whatever I want, but can I wait until I receive the system's prize first...

Hao Yun was having a headache on how to reply to this idiot when another message came.

Qian Yuan: [The previous works are there, there is nothing to avoid. What's more, someone has already uploaded my historical works to station B, and there is a wider stage outside Yinke.com... and I am already ready. 】

Hao Yun: "..."

That's true.

The Internet has a memory.

Even if he took the historical works off the shelf, as long as someone is idle and bored looking for them, they will definitely be able to find the audio that has not been taken off the shelf. And sometimes the more you worry about something, the more you care about something, the more energetic those boring flies will be.

Even in Xiaguo, where copyright protection is extremely strict, 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 creators do not actively ask each other to Take it down, or issue a public statement prohibiting dissemination.

Don't even think about it.

If it was his song, it must have appeared in the ghost animal area.

Yun Shen didn't know where to go: [... I have nothing to blame you, just do whatever you want. 】

Qian Yuan: [Thank you, good brother! 】

Hao Yun: ...

I thank you der!

Throwing the mobile phone beside the pillow, Hao Yun was so upset that he didn't bother to care about this guy anymore, so he fell asleep with his head covered.

...

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

Especially bedroom 402 next door, which is the busiest at this time of night.

Today, the small bluetooth speaker that Yuan Gaofei bought just arrived, and he played "Fireworks Are Easy to be Cold", which has suddenly become a hit song in the dormitory. Except for He Ping, who climbed into bed early to read, he was not very interested, and the other two surrounded him. Enjoy at the table.

After listening to it once, the little fat man Zhou Xuan frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly said something.

"Do you think this voice...is a bit like Liang Ziyuan?"

Yuan Gaofei froze for a moment, listened carefully for a few seconds, and raised his eyebrows twitchingly.

"Hey? It's kind of you to say that."

"No way, you mean Ziyuan?" Wang Ziyi had a weird expression on his face, "Can he sing?"

Even though he is Liang Ziyuan's good buddy, we eat and play together, but he has never praised this guy's musical talent against his conscience.

After all, other people's singing is asking for money, but this guy's singing is terrible.

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

He Ping, who doesn't care about these things, is lying on the bed and looking at some difficult documents. From time to time, he glances under the bed expressionlessly to see what superficial things his roommates are talking about.

Today seems to be music?

Shaking his head, he looked away not too interested, and continued to look at the book in his hand.

However, he couldn't help humming softly to the music twice.

hiss……

Really don't say it.

This sounds a little nice!

After playing "Fireworks Are Cold" twice again, the three people whispering under the bed finally came to a conclusion.

This Qian Yuan's voice is indeed very similar to Liang Ziyuan's, but the former's singing is obviously much better than the latter's, so it is absolutely impossible for them to be the same person.

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

"Hey, it's a pity that guy Liang Ziyuan can't sing, or his voice is really similar to Qianyuan. He took the guitar and played two verses downstairs in the female dormitory. It's not a problem to deceive the little girl."

Wang Ziyi squinted at him.

"Come on, do people need talent to pick up girls?"

Zhou Xuan said cheerfully, "I think it's OK to pick up girls based on your face and break up with your talent."

Yuan Gaofei sighed heavily and sat on the chair.

"Hey! I'm envious!"

Even the best song will get tired of repeating it several times.

However, Zhou Xuan became interested in other works of this Qianyuan, so he searched on Yinke.com.

Ordinary people seldom go to Yinke.com, a niche platform for music producers, just like most people would not go to HowNet to check information.

However, the song "Fireworks Are Cold" became popular so suddenly that ordinary search engines could not find any information about the singer "Qian Yuan". He could only follow the vine to find the legendary original musician Base camp - Yinke.com.

"There are more than 20 songs... It's not a newcomer."

Taking a look at the [Original Musician] gold label that was added just yesterday, Zhou Xuan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was.

After all, he is just a small up in the game area. If you ask him to comment on the game, he can still comment on it, but when it comes to commenting 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 his headphones and clicked on the first single.

However, as soon as he heard the prelude, he almost fell off the chair in fright.

"What... what the hell is this?"

The wild and piercing percussion instruments are like a ruler hitting a blackboard, mixed with noisy guitars and inarticulate singing skills, it is difficult to understand what this guy is singing, so that at first he even had "just like this" ?”, the feeling of “I can do it too”.

It was only at the end that the singing became more and more ugly, and even became a restless style, and he gradually retreated.

Yay, can make noise into art.

I really can't do it.

It can be regarded as listening to a song in its entirety. Zhou Xuan comforted himself by saying that it was his debut work after all, maybe it was accidentally recorded and uploaded while debugging the instrument, so he clicked on the second song.

result……

He almost died on the intro.

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

"What are you doing? Why is there such a big commotion."

"Ahem, nothing."

Glancing at his roommate's computer screen, seeing if he was looking at something good, Wang Ziyi looked away with little interest, and continued to play with his good CP on "Oracle".

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

comment area.

[The author's previous song... ummmmmmmmm... feels a bit strange. 】

[It's quite strange, but after listening to it too much, I feel a little strange for no reason! How to put it, it is very magical! 】

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

[Butterflies outside the window? Isn't it a cool butterfly? (funny)】

[Ha ha ha ha hiccup, I laughed so hard, I love it! You will be the treasured singer of the future master! 】

What the hell?

The evaluation seems to be okay?

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

Zhou Xuan felt that his view of the world had been impacted, and even had a faint self-doubt.

Could it be...

I just don't have enough taste to appreciate it?

After all, this is Yinke.com. Many big names in the music industry have registered accounts, and most of the users here are true fans who really love music. too much.

Can not be done!

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

If you can't even control the BGM, how can you control your own life!

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

Just like that, Zhou Xuan listened to more than 20 songs with his eyes closed against the mental pollution. Putting down his earphones, Zhou Xuan felt as if he had been brainwashed, and his brain was a mess.

even……

He actually had a slight thought of "it sounds a little nice", this kind of thought that shouldn't be there.

"I'm so dirty..."

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

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

If these songs are cut into videos and uploaded to the ghost area...

For a moment, Zhou Xuan, who was lying on the table, stopped screaming, and his excited fists were hardened.

"Damn, I found the treasure!"

Treasure singer?

This is simply a treasure mine!