Two days later, just when Qiao Ming's fans were raising the issue of plagiarism to its peak, another person involved finally responded.
[shuuu: In the live broadcast at 8 o'clock tonight, I will provide relevant evidence that Mr. Qiao Ming plagiarized my new song "The Wind Rises".]
Qiao Ming's fan square.
[Brother Ming’s little fangirl: Sisters, look! That plagiarism monster actually started a live broadcast!]
[Mingbao’s mother loves you: finally stop hiding and being a coward?]
[Brother Qiao is the most handsome in the world: What’s going on in Brother Qiao’s studio? I haven’t sent a lawyer’s letter to the plagiarist yet. Can this be done?]
[It’s Qiao Qiao: Brother Qiao, this kind of thing happened after he changed to a new company. I’m really speechless. Can Huanyu help us? If you can’t protect us Qiao Qiao, don’t sign it.]
[Anonymous person: According to rumors, the one behind the Huanyu that Brother Qiao signed this time is Ji’s, the leading company. Now Brother Qiao will definitely be able to have a successful career.]
On the other side, Qiao Ming was also scrolling through these posts in the lounge.
"Brother Li, shouldn't we come forward and say something?"
Brother Li waved his hand and asked the make-up artist to go out first, and said with a hint of impatience, "You don't need to interfere, and you will perform well on the show later. That Sun Miaoke was brought in by Jingsheng's investors, and you are the best friend.
But don’t offend it.”
"Okay, I got it." Qiao Ming, who was prompted, covered up his discomfort. Asking him to show his courtesy to a young girl who had just debuted was tantamount to declaring his previous failure in public.
There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and assistant Xiao Zhu reminded outside the door, "Teacher Qiao, it's time to go on stage."
Li Xun looked at Qiao Ming's back with a heavy look as he went out with a proud look.
What a fool. Without him and Mr. Ji's request, he would still have been kept in the dark about his previous company, waiting to be sold. Now that he has a little fame, he can yell at him. I really don't know what to say.
.
That's all, after all, Xiao Ji always has some use for him, let's let him be proud for a while. The tricky thing now is the little singer.
When he thought of this, Li Xun's expression became even more sinister, and his already unremarkable appearance seemed a bit scary at the moment.
"Is the matter settled?"
The male voice on the other end of the phone was a little unsure of himself, "Brother Li, that Baiyin Studio is so insecure. They have used coercion and inducement and will not let go."
"It's really troublesome." Li Xun cursed in a low voice, "Has the navy done it?"
As soon as I mentioned this, the other end of the phone felt a little more confident, "Don't worry, they are all reliable trolls. I guarantee that she won't even be able to start the live broadcast when the time comes."
"Well, let Lu Rao seal her mouth tightly."
"Okay, okay, don't worry."
"Then contact Baiyin and increase the price. I don't believe how much an unknown little singer can be worth."
After explaining a series of things, Li Xun held his cell phone and left the lounge.
Compared to Brother Li who was slightly panicked, Song Shushu was strangely calm.
The girl is slender, lying on the desk and only a small ball can be seen from a distance. She has a lollipop in her mouth, her expression is calm, and her hands are constantly moving.
With just a few strokes, the character's charm was outlined. The pen in her hand moved non-stop until the alarm sounded.
"Well..." Song Shushu was a little dazed and moved his stiff shoulders, neck and wrists. "It's time to prepare dinner for Song Dameng."
The shawl slipped off the shoulders with the lifting of the hands, revealing the round porcelain white shoulders. As the fingers kneaded, the red mole on the right shoulder and neck became more and more eye-catching.
She gathered her shawl and stood up. Song Shushu was terribly afraid of the heat. The air conditioner in the room was turned on low, but her battered cervical vertebrae couldn't bear the cold. In desperation, her favorite outfit was a sling and shawl.
Ji Sui, who had been unconsciously paying attention to her movements from a distance, suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was a little annoyed after paying too much attention to her.
"Huh? Song Dameng, why are you here?" Song Shushu met Ji Sui in the kitchen and ran to the pool to calm down.
At the age of 30: "Meow meow meow!" Hurry up and cook, I've been hungry for a long time!
He meowed very loudly, as if he was trying to cover up something.
Song Shushu, who was yelled at loudly for no reason: I really don’t understand Kitten.
Although she still wasn't able to touch the kitten right away, she already got the hang of it.
"Come here, Mimi, let's eat some dried fish today." She found a bag of dried fish from a pile of pet snacks that her assistant had sent two days ago and opened it.
The golden and crispy dried fish was held in her hand and handed to his mouth.
After a few days, I have become immune to this insistent feeding behavior. Anyway, the dried fish is very delicious.
Song Shushu, while he was engrossed in eating dried fish, reached out and gently pinched his two furry ears.
Q bomb's ears twitched. He was somewhat used to this.
For dinner, Song Shushu made chicken breast soaked in goat milk for Ji Sui as usual, and cooked a random bowl of noodles for herself.
After watching her add salt to the pot three times, Ji Sui discovered that she was not as calm as she appeared.
She is nervous.
Just when Song Shushu picked up the salt shaker for the fourth time and prepared to add salt, Ji Sui sighed in his heart, jumped up on the table, and stretched out his paw to gently block her movement.
"Huh?"
Song Shushu came to his senses and obviously didn't understand his behavior. Ji Sui simply slapped it down with her paw, and she hurriedly threw the spoon back into the salt shaker.
"Do you want to play with toys?"
Song Shushu reached out to hug him, but Ji Sui dodged him, jumped down deftly, gave her a cold look, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
"Wow, why are they so salty?" The noodles in the pot were almost cooked. Song Shushu was so anxious to serve them out that he forgot about the spoonful of salt that he didn't add.
I drank some water, but after all this time I lost my appetite.
He looked blankly at the black cat sitting opposite.
Yes, due to the persistence of our Jida President, Song Dameng is still a kitten who can eat on the table.
She had seen her two cats eating at Fu Yunyun's house before, either devouring themselves or playing while eating. Originally, she was prepared for Song Dameng to make a mess on the table. But it was unexpected when it was eating.
Unexpectedly elegant, even eating boiled chicken breast in a small plate is slow and leisurely without losing speed.
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Just lean on the chair and watch Maomao mukbang.
At half past seven, Lin Bai rushed over with his computer in hand.
"Everything is ready."
"Okay."
At eight o'clock, shuuu's live broadcast room opens on time.
All of a sudden, Song Shushu's minor fans, Qiao Ming's fans, and navy troops all poured into this small live broadcast room.
Song Shushu put on a sweatshirt before starting the live broadcast. Lin Bai helped her adjust the camera to the angle of the table to ensure that no recognizable pictures could be captured.
After Lin Bai helped her adjust the equipment, he went to the living room to check the data.
"Hello everyone, I am shuuu."
The barrage was not turned off, it was densely passing by, mixed with good and bad comments.
Most of them are fans of Qiao Ming:
[Why do you still have the nerve to start a live broadcast?]
[Don’t take advantage of our Brother Qiao’s popularity]
【Plagiarism goes away】
【shuuu get out of the entertainment industry】
【shuuu get out of the entertainment industry】
【shuuu get out of the entertainment industry】
There were one or two words spoken for her, but they were quickly drowned in the tide of malice.
Song Shushu took a deep breath, stopped watching the barrage, and took out the video he had prepared in advance.
"This is a new song "The Wind Rises" that I started preparing a month ago. It was originally going to be released two days ago, but just the day before it was to be released, Mr. Qiao Ming's fans started spreading rumors that he had plagiarized Mr. Qiao's new song "Far Away".
”
Song Shushu clicked on the audio, and a gentle female voice came out. It was the song "The Wind Rises" that she was planning to release.
"In the past two days, just relying on the 40-second video I hummed in the live broadcast room, they have determined that I plagiarized, and made a series of reputation and personal threats. For those who have clear evidence of slander and rumors, we will
Insist on litigation to safeguard legitimate rights and interests."
[If you say it’s not plagiarism, it’s not plagiarism]
[That’s it, show me the evidence]
[Brother Qiao is so popular that I’m plagiarizing you, little fool? Try to save some face]
[Go and sue if you can! Don’t just thunder and not rain]
Her statement had no effect. Her heart couldn't stop sinking, but her face remained calm.
He looked away from the barrage and met Ji Sui's eyes. The amber eyes looked at her calmly. Inexplicably, the originally restless mood became a little calmer. It was like a traveler in the desert being swept away.
God gave me a glass of ice water.
He reached out and took the cat into his arms. Rarely, Ji Sui didn't struggle, but was held obediently and had his back stroked.