A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

After about a week, Wu Yucai returned with sunken eyes.

He looked a little listless, but in great spirits. He was in a state of excitement. As soon as he arrived at the dormitory, he talked endlessly to his roommates about his experiences in the past few days.

Because of the hot weather, he only wore a pair of shorts in the dormitory, stood on the balcony with his hands behind his back, and looked at the playground with a lonely face.

"From now on, I, Wu Yu, can also claim that I have seen countless people!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Fan Ying kicked him from behind:

"There are several reporters waiting for you downstairs for several days. They all want to interview you. Send them away immediately. Remember, you can make up whatever you want, but you must not reveal my name!"

"Don't worry." Wu Yu patted his chest and promised.

Fan Ying was his great benefactor, and he would not betray Fan Ying even if he risked his life.

He quickly put on his clothes, fixed his hair in front of the mirror, and went to meet the reporters humming a little tune.

At this time, there were fewer reporters in the school than in the past few days. Those who were impatient had left, and some were sent away by the school. Only a few reporters were extremely stubborn, and they seemed to be in a posture that they would not leave unless Wu Yu accepted the interview.

Seeing him coming out of the dormitory building, these reporters rushed over

"Mr. Wu Yu, what do you think about your sudden popularity on the Internet?"

"The video of your singing and playing at the party has been played over 100 million times and received millions of likes. What are your plans for the future? Do you plan to enter the entertainment industry?"

"Who is the mysterious masked man who played with you? Can you reveal his identity?"

The reporter asked questions one after another. If it were a normal person, he would have been so scared that he couldn't speak. But he is a social expert and has been tempered by the stage, so he naturally doesn't feel afraid.

He said calmly and slowly:

"Please ask one by one. Don't be anxious. I will give you half an hour."

"As you can see, I am just an ordinary student. This sudden popularity is purely accidental. I have no intention of becoming an Internet celebrity or signing a contract with a company."

"My TikTok ID is Wu Yu who loves singing. If you like me, you can follow me. I will continue to update videos and look forward to meeting all the fans."

"As for the mysterious mask man you mentioned, I'm sorry, I can't tell you his identity."

Wu Yu answered several reporters' questions and promised them to perform the song again before the end of the interview.

Although they didn't get any useful information about the mask man, they got a lot of useful information, enough for them to write two or three articles.

Not long after, major video accounts released interview videos one after another, and these videos, without exception, received hundreds of thousands of likes.

Jiasong Media, the chairman put down his phone with some disappointment.

"These damn clickbait headlines, after reading for so long, still don’t tell me who the masked man is, or who wrote this song, it’s a waste of my time!"

He picked up the phone and dialed

"Haven't you found it yet? What do you do? How can someone who can write such a song be unknown? It must be a famous composer. If you can't find out who it is, call those well-known songwriters one by one until you find out!"

"Just a video with average sound quality can get so many likes. If we can get the copyright of this song, it will definitely hit the top of the charts when the official version is released!"

He is not the only one who has this idea. Almost every chairman of an entertainment company has the same idea.

Some asked their subordinates to investigate, some asked school leaders through connections, and some directly bribed Wu Yu with money. It can be said that all the eight immortals showed their magical powers.

Just when the major companies were competing openly and covertly, a short video was released without any warning. The people in the video were wearing hoods and the sound was processed.

"Hello everyone, I am the songwriter of the song"Really Love You", and I am also the player of the electric guitar in the video. You can call me Si'er."

Si'er, Er Si, earth, Fan Ying played another homophonic word.

He did not use the pseudonym Qiu Di, mainly for the sake of safety, after all, his three roommates knew that he was the man with the mask.

It's not that he didn't trust his roommates, but they were too young. If they were tricked by some old fox, they might accidentally let the cat out of the bag.

Qiu Di wrote"Blue Lotus" and"You Once", and he is already a hot songwriter in the circle. If his identity is exposed at school, he can forget about studying peacefully.

"I have reached the master level in guitar and piano, but I have not mastered composing, singing, and other mainstream instruments. If I want to enter the film and television industry like Zhou Ningqing in the future, I will also need to spend time learning acting, directing, and filming......."

Ordinary people would have been overwhelmed by the thought of having so much knowledge to master, but Fan Ying enjoyed it.

People do not feel pain when they do what they are interested in. When Fan Ying thought that the more he learned, the more ways he would make money in the future, he was of course very motivated.

He specially recorded a video and used the pseudonym Si Er to find a reliable partner to sell the song in a 50-50 split.

He made two requests, one was that the other party could not reveal his true identity after signing the contract, and the other was that the singer must be selected by him personally.

If someone who had no singing skills or could not speak Cantonese was selected to sing, he would never agree to it.

After many competitions, the song was finally owned by Jiasong Media. In order to ensure that his roommates would not betray him, he immediately treated the three of them to a big meal after receiving the first share.

A week later, the studio version of"Really Love You" was released, and the public's attention shifted to the charts. Gradually, no one paid attention to him and Wu Yu.

His life finally returned to normal. He still went to class during the day and had time to learn mixing and arranging at night. Until the end of the semester, the teacher finally wiped away a tear.

"You can become a disciple now. You have learned all my knowledge. There is nothing left for me to teach you."

"The day you first came, you didn't even know what high frequency and low frequency were. It took you a long time just to import a midi keyboard. It's been less than half a year, and the finished product you made is better than mine."

"Please leave quickly, don't stay here to bother me. I'll give you the MIDI keyboard as a gift, and I'll send the activation codes of the genuine software in my computer to your email. You can download them to your computer and use them."

"Go away, go away. I feel upset when I see you now. How can there be a genius like you in this world? Remember, no matter how famous you become in the future, if someone asks you who your teacher is, you must say my name!"

The teacher looked disdainful on the surface, but he couldn't help feeling proud in his heart. Who doesn't want to see his students surpass their teachers?

Fan Ying left the classroom with a touched face, holding the gift given by the teacher. He always felt that this scene was not the first time he had experienced it.......