Standing at the railing on the second floor of the airport hall, he could have a panoramic view of everything happening in the hall downstairs. Qiao Ming was in a good mood after watching this well-planned drama.
"Xiao Zhu, have the paparazzi made arrangements?"
"Brother Qiao, don't worry, Brother Li's contact with the paparazzi is absolutely reliable."
"The show is about to begin."
Underground garage.
"What's going on? Is this what it is?"
Lin Bai tried his best to place his long legs on the small driver's seat of the mini, and asked Song Shushu, who was slumped in the passenger seat and gasping for air.
Hearing this, Song Shushu showed a speechless expression.
"See for yourself."
Song Shushu had not exercised so strenuously for a long time. In the short ten minutes it took her to run from the exit to the parking space, she felt that she had wandered in front of the Palace of Hell hundreds of times.
He took out the mineral water from the storage compartment in front of the passenger seat and threw it to Lin Bai. Lin Bai subconsciously took it and unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it back.
I drank some water to moisten my throat, but the discomfort caused by screaming loudly still did not alleviate much. In addition, coupled with the strenuous exercise just now, the smell of blood rose up in my throat.
"Damn it! Where did these sailors come from?"
Lin Bai was so shocked that he almost spit out the water he drank in his mouth. He randomly pulled out a few tissues and wiped his face with an angry look on his face.
"I want to know too."
Song Shushu had a cold face, "Whose name is Qiao Ming? You can't even compete with me."
Lin Bai returned Song Shushu's cell phone, took out his cell phone that had been vibrating just now, looked at the series of missed calls, and cursed.
Not caring about anything else, Lin Bai called his friends in the circle and asked what was going on.
Song Shushu leaned against the window with his head propped up, his eyes unconsciously wandering, when he unexpectedly spotted a few familiar figures not far away.
After the car window was opened a crack, the chatter in the distance became clearer.
"Look carefully, I just saw that man being pulled by a woman and running over here."
"Maybe that woman is a plagiarist!"
"Yes, yes! As long as we find her and expose her full face, Taotao will definitely allow us to join the fan group!"
"We'll look for it separately. We can't leave in such a short time."
Song Shushu was frightened when he heard this. He patted Lin Bai, who was still on the phone, and motioned for him to look at the approaching people.
Lin Bai was obviously impressed by the girls who had just made the most noise, so he hung up the phone in a few words.
Taking advantage of the gap between the people, the mini started quickly and made a few laps before driving out of the parking lot.
Unsurprisingly, he was stuck on the way out of the airport. Only then did Lin Bai take some time to chat with Song Shushu about this speechless incident.
"I just asked around. Qiao Ming's "Yuan", which was previewed for release a week ago, became a small hit after it was released yesterday. Fans praised it to the heaven and earth. The excerpt of the new song you sang in the live broadcast room two days ago
I don’t know how it was found out. Based on a clip of less than 40 seconds, I was told that we plagiarized it.”
"There is definitely a driving force behind this!" Lin Bai patted the steering wheel.
"It's very strange. Logically speaking, my song has not been officially released yet, and the subject matter is also niche. It has not even appeared on the platform, let alone any fans."
"But I have to say that the title of Internet singer plagiarizing the new song of a popular singer is definitely attractive enough."
Song Shushu listened silently to Lin Bai's analysis, flipping through the news about Qiao Ming's new songs.
Click on the video with the most views and listen to it for a while.
"This is my first draft."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little Mini, which was driving well, suddenly swayed on the road.
"Listen." Song Shushu pulled out an audio clip from the recording on his phone and clicked to play it.
Although one is a complete song and the other is just a selection of the climax, there is no doubt that the two songs are very similar.
Lin Bai asked tentatively, "This first draft of yours..."
"No one will ever listen to this recording except you."
As if she already knew what he wanted to ask, Song Shushu gave the answer before he finished speaking.
"Okay, you can send this first draft to my email later, and I'll go find out what's going on with Qiao Ming."
Bang!
A slight pushing sensation suddenly came, interrupting their conversation.
In the rearview mirror, a white van was very close. Lin Bai and the woman in the driver's seat met their eyes. The woman smiled provocatively, stretched out her hand and raised her middle finger towards Lin Bai.
"It's really haunting!"
The girl sitting in the passenger seat of the van turned out to be one of the people in the parking lot before.
"Are all fans so crazy now?"
Recalling the several student-like faces he had seen before, Song Shushu also felt helpless.
"Try to get rid of them as much as possible. They look young, but if you don't protect them, there are minors among them. If things get serious, there will be a lot of trouble."
Lin Bai glanced at the rearview mirror angrily, his peach-blossom eyes full of anger. "They'd better pray that Qiao Ming doesn't leave any clues about the bad things he did."
Mr. Lin has never been as angry as he is today since he was a child. Now that he is so angry, he becomes calmer.
"I'll send you to Fu Yunyun's side, and I'll take the opportunity to get away from you." The mini's flexible characteristics were brought into full play, and after a few overtakes, the distance between it and the car behind it was widened.
"Don't go over to the studio for now. Although you haven't shown your face in front of others, it's best to be careful."
Lin Bai used to talk like a mother to this childhood sweetheart, partner and artist.
Seeing that she was still scrolling through private messages, he simply reached out to take out the phone from her hand and turned it off. "It's just Qiao Ming's fans jumping up and down now. It hasn't reached an irreversible point yet. Don't look at these messes that affect your mood." p>
At the end, I want to complain, "Song Xiaoshu, can you have a little self-consciousness as an artist? Look at you, you have dark circles under your eyes. You haven't rested at all since you finished the new song?"
"I don't rely on my face to make my debut." Song Shushu retorted subconsciously, and was still in the mood to joke with him, "Do you think this is considered a direct scandal for me?"
"Shut up and don't disturb me while I'm driving."
Lin Bai was multitasking, always paying attention to the van chasing after him. In the traffic flow during the evening rush hour, the foggy blue Mini was like a young whale, swimming nimbly in the twilight.
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After getting into an unknown alley again, Lin Bai finally stopped the car, "I sent a message to Fu Yunyun. She happened to be getting medicine for her cat at the pet hospital in front. You can follow this alley later.
Just go straight and turn right."
Since she has always been a road addict and had the feat of getting lost for two hours on the way to the studio, Lin Bai described the route in a simple and crude way.
"Don't think about anything when you go home, just go to sleep, you hear me?"
Before leaving, he reiterated his uneasiness.
"Come on, we'll both be stuck in traffic later."
The taillights of the car gradually disappeared in the dim alley, the sound of the engine gradually faded away, and the alley became quiet again.
In the evening of a summer night, even the hot wind during the day becomes a little gentler and a little cooler.
She stood there for a long time, until the lights above her head lit up one after another. She came back to her senses, exhaled the pent-up energy in her chest, and walked deeper into the alley.
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"Surround it! Don't let it escape!"
"This way, this way!"
"Boss! It ran towards you!"
"You little beast! You dare to hit me, I must teach you a lesson today."
Deep in the alley, a few gangsters who looked like junior high school students gradually approached the corner, holding tennis rackets in their hands, looking like they were going to cause trouble.
In the corner, a five- to six-month-old black kitten slowly arched its back, the hair on its body popped up, and assumed an offensive posture.
The current condition of the black cat is really not good. The fur on its body is wet with unknown liquid, and it is stained wisps on its body. There is a lot of mud on its body, and there is still dirt mixed in the hair.
But his expression was still arrogant, and he was calm and calm even in dangerous situations. His amber pupils narrowed slightly, and he stared coldly at the approaching gangsters.
Seeing that the cat was forced into a blind corner and seemed unable to escape, the boy in the lead raised the racket in his hand and swung it down hard.