Novel Full Chapter 425: My Idol
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Cheng Juan stared at the page for a long while.
Someone knocked on the window.
It was Cheng Jin. He handed him a data sheet and said, “Yan Xi’s past is very clean and I couldn’t find anything, which is a little strange. I even asked Cheng Huo to check it, but nothing was found. The person backing him should be Jiang Shanyi…
“But this Jiang Shanyi is even harder than him to find out about. There’s no trace of him at all.”
Having checked so many people before, Cheng Jin thought this Jiang Shanyi person was a little scary.
He seemed to be a big boss.
Turning on the lights, Cheng Juan flipped through the documents.
Yan Xi’s background information was indeed incredibly clean. Cheng Juan had seen Case 712 in Ninghai Town and found Yan Xi’s clean background information second only to Pan Mingyue.
Cheng Jin paused for a moment and continued, “Master Juan, there’s something strange about Yan Xi. The data says he has a father, but there’s no information on him. It’s as if his father disappeared without a trace… It seems deliberately covered up…”
He trailed off.
The information was just a few pages basically showing Yan Xi’s growth process. Cheng Juan casually flipped through it, put the documents beside him, and took out a cigarette to pop into his mouth. “There’s nothing else, you can go back first.”
His voice was emotionless.
Cheng Jin returned to his car not far away, where the engine was still turned on. Cheng Mu started the car and glanced at him. “Did Master Juan tell you to do anything?”
“What?” Cheng Jin was thinking of serious business and looked up at him.
“About the Internet.” Cheng Mu took out his Weibo to show Cheng Jin. “Didn’t Master Juan tell you to do something about this?” he said moodily.
“Master Juan doesn’t need to move for this.” Cheng Jin looked away. “Yan Xi will settle it himself.”
“Really?” Putting down his phone, Cheng Mu drove out of the school garden in disbelief. “Does Yan Xi look that kind? Why would he help Miss Qin?”
Cheng Jin scrolled through Weibo and scanned Yan Xi’s homepage. “His form of repaying for the person who concealed his information.”
If even Cheng Huo couldn’t find the information, it meant that whoever helped Yan Xi cover up his information was more advanced than Cheng Huo in hacking. This kind of person was rare in China and, compiled with how Qin Ran had suddenly invited Yan Xi to the variety show, Cheng Jin thought about it and guessed that the person helping Yan Xi could only be Qin Ran.
Deep in thought, he saw Yan Xi’s clarification on Weibo and turned his phone to Cheng Mu. “Look, he has clarified it.”
**
Beijing University, in the female dormitory.
Qin Yu had been scanning Weibo all night.
The hot search on Weibo changed again, and the number 1 post was—
“Anti-fan of Qin Xiuchen”
Qin Yu scrolled through Qin Xiuchen’s homepage and saw that within half an hour, he had lost 300,000 fans, and it was continuing to drop.
qr’s Weibo followers dropped the fastest, from 16 million to 14 million followers.
Yes, make it a little bigger.
Satisfied, Qin Yu moved her laptop to her bed and pulled the curtains. She leaned her head against the bed in a comfortable position and continued scrolling.
Halfway through, she refreshed the page to read the wanton abuse from the Weibo users.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she refreshed, she saw a clarifying comment: “The truth of the matter has already come out. I hope the netizens can apologize to Film Emperor Qin and his niece.”
Several comments followed suit and apologized.
What was going on?
Qin Yu’s expression twisted, and she clicked on the comments and immediately saw Yan Xi’s post—
vYanXi: [There was no plagiarism, the piece was originally composed by her.]
No plagiarism?
She originally composed that song?
What did this mean?
Qin Yu didn’t believe this result. “Return to Silence” and Qin Ran’s violin song had too many overlaps. How could it be her own composition? She clicked on the comment section.
“@Redemption @River Flows come out and face your death.”
“We’ve wronged the little sister. I already said she wasn’t this kind of person.”
“Okay, Brother Yan”
“I already apologized”
“…”
After causing so much noise, the plagiarism incident was ultimately denied by Yan Xi?
Qin Yu sat on her bed and couldn’t help but scratch her head. Back then, the netizens had condemned her after finding the overlaps with Qin Ran’s song. How come Yan Xi could shake everything and turn the tides?
She stared at this Weibo post and couldn’t figure it out.
Inexplicably irritated, she had already clicked on the red cross on the right side of the webpage, about to exit.
The fan called “River Flows” chatted with her privately again—
“Miss, the score you picked out, does it constitute plagiarism after professional appraisal?”
This…
Qin Yu didn’t immediately answer and just clicked on “River Flow”‘s homepage. Most of her main pages were songs of Yan Xi on the charts, but scrolling further down, she found a few posts complimenting “Jiang Shanyi.”
Her brain quickly turned and she came to a realization—
This person was a fan of Jiang Shanyi.
It would be strange if he didn’t join Yan Xi’s support group as a fan, but if he was a fan of Jiang Shanyi instead of Yan Xi, then it explained why he was the first one to stand up after finding out about the plagiarism of “Jiang Shanyi”‘s song.
He even privately messaged her…
Qin Yu returned to the chatbox: “You can let any vocal instructor determine that this is plagiarism.”
“River Flows” paused for a long while and then thanked her.
After closing the dialog, Qin Yu returned to the Weibo homepage again, her eyes flickering.
In less than 10 minutes, a new topic appeared.
#Yan Xi’s Biggest Fan “River Flows” Drops Him
**
On Yan Xi’s side, instead of going back to sleep after posting the Weibo, he put on his coat while sitting on the ground and looked through the notations he had copied down.
20 minutes later, Boss Wang knocked on the door and came in.
Without raising his head, Yan Xi asked, “Anything else?”
“Yes, Weibo…” Boss Wang looked a little strange.
Yan Xi paused and looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. “Weibo still has problems? My fans probably wouldn’t make a mess.”
He had faith in his fans.
“Your fans are of no problem, but…” Boss Wang squatted down and silently glanced at him. “Have you forgotten your family history? Most of your fans are fans of Jiang Shanyi. Your fans are alright, but the Great God’s fans aren’t.”
Everyone knew that Yan Xi’s family history originated from the extremely mysterious God-level composer, Jiang Shanyi.
Most of the teachers who study music now took Jiang Shanyi’s arrangements and compositions as a form of demonstration in class.
This person was very mysterious in his musical interpretation and had garnered countless fans without the slightest publicity.
Being able to reach this point in the music industry, Yan Xi, a high-traffic singer who wasn’t underestimated by the older generation of artists, had much to thank the God-level composer for.
Boss Wang raised his phone and showed him the homepage—
On the page showed “River Flow”‘s comment—
“Everyone knows that King Yan never participates in the entertainment industry, and it really wasn’t easy for him to suddenly join the ’24-hours Idol.’ He doesn’t know anyone in the entertainment circle. I’ve checked Qin Ran’s information. Before the third year of high school, she was completely from a poverty alleviation town. How could she possibly know Yan Xi? I’ve never seen her have any connection to Yan Xi after coming to Beijing, so how could she suddenly invite him?
“There’s only one reason. The sugar daddy behind her must be so big that even Yan Xi had to give in. (Screenshot of Yan Xi’s clarification post) @Yan Xi, this song is composed and arranged by the Great God Jiang Shanyi. How could you post a non-plagiarism statement in his place? (Comparison of the two musical notations) Yan Xi, I just want to ask you, what’s the background of those people behind Qin Ran? Can’t you see this evidence?
“@Yan Xi, have you forgotten whose song made you become popular? Who made you? The background of the people behind Qin Ran might be too big, so I can’t find any information about her on the Internet. I don’t know how long my Weibo post will last, but I hereby announce to drop Yan Xi.”
“Do you remember how any posts regarding qr’s Weibo suddenly disappeared overnight? It’s frightening…”
“I think we won’t be able to see this after two minutes…”
In Yan Xi’s studio, standing by the side, Boss Wang and the staff stared at Yan Xi in silence, afraid to speak.
Unexpectedly, there was no panic on their faces.
Yan Xi…
Why did the corners of his mouth twitch?
“What should we do now?” Boss Wang looked at Yan Xi. “Did you ask the Great God already?”
Instead of answering, Yan Xi picked up his phone to call Qin Ran.
Qin Ran was a little impatient this time. “Go on.”
Sitting up straight, Yan Xi concisely greeted her, and then carefully asked, “Can I post something on Weibo?”
Two minutes later.
Just when the netizens thought “River Flow”‘s Weibo would be deleted, Yan Xi’s Weibo updated again—
vYanXi: [Why? Probably because she’s Jiang Shanyi.]