Magic meeting room.

Vice President Li Tianyun personally presided over an impromptu meeting, requiring the leaders of the Composition Department and Vocal Music Department to be present.

Many professors originally had classes in the afternoon, but were called over for a meeting by phone, forcing them to hand over their teaching work to young teaching assistants.

"Principal Li, why did you choose to hold the meeting at this time? Doesn't it delay the daily teaching work?" Professor Zhang from the Composition Department sounded a little dissatisfied.

He is a veteran in the magic arts and has no respect for the majesty of Li Tianyun, the vice-principal. As an old scholar, what he hates most is formalism.

Schools are ivory towers for teaching and educating people, so they should focus on teaching, but now they are taking up class time for meetings. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

"Lao Zhang, please be patient. Today's matter is quite serious and involves the reputation of our magic arts. Otherwise, Principal Li would not have chosen to hold the meeting at this time." Professor Liu Chun'e helped.

She knew that Professor Zhang had a rather old-fashioned temperament and focused all his energy on teaching work, so it was quite normal for him not to be aware of the negative public opinions on the Internet.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Li Tianyun asked his assistant to distribute the documents: "Everyone, first look at the information in your hand, and then share your thoughts."

The content of the document is also very simple, it is a hot topic in tribal society that is making a fuss——

"Analysis of China's current education system - starting with a "young genius" who was recommended to a top university at the age of fourteen."

While everyone was reading the information, Li Tianyun picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. His face was calm and calm, with no waves at all, and he had a gentle and elegant bookish air.

But the back of his hand holding the teacup had protruding veins, revealing his inner uneasiness.

In the morning, after learning that Moyi had a "connected" recommended student, Li Tianyun's first reaction was to suppress the news.

Then, the students involved and the relevant faculty members were dealt with internally in a low-key manner, so as not to affect the reputation of Magic Art.

However, the arrival of his old classmate Liu Chun'e made him understand the truth of the matter. It turned out that there was no back door at all, but that there was a genius student in Moyi.

Being able to sit in the leadership position of a colonel, Li Tianyun is naturally a person who can seize opportunities. From this public opinion incident, he saw an opportunity to build momentum for Magic Art.

One month later, it will be time to fill in the applications. If Magic Art can make a splash at this time, it will definitely be able to dominate Kyoto Art College in this year's admissions process.

After all, the influence of talented alumni is of great help to the school's enrollment, especially current students like Wen Yan.

Therefore, he contacted Zhao Wanqi on the spot and asked her to clarify the truth later. When the time comes, Moyi will jointly speak out with her, which will increase the credibility of the explanation.

At first, Zhao Wanqi disagreed, feeling that it would affect her and Wen Yan's reputation.

But with his persuasion of "telling the truth with reason and moving with emotion" and making it clear that this was a win-win situation for all three parties, Zhao Wanqi agreed.

But he didn't expect that this education commentator with the ID name "Ma Baoan" would use Chunqiu's writing style to elevate the matter to a higher level.

This way the nature is completely different.

Because the admission of recommended art students is inherently controversial, and discussions on the Internet can easily amplify people's negative emotions.

Under the deliberate guidance of thoughtful people, this public opinion storm is likely to severely damage the reputation of magic arts.

"Principal Li, I saw the contents of this document in the entertainment news yesterday." At the end of the conference table, a young professor from the vocal music department said:

"He simply copied and pasted the above content, and then elevated the original entertainment gossip to the level of a recommendation loophole. This person obviously knows better how to mobilize public opinion and emotions."

"Huh, this kind of person is obviously here to make trouble." The old professor sitting at the front of the conference table was so angry that he slammed the table: "Look at this Ma Baoan's title, education commentator, hot spot analyst, civil servant

Music critics...are they obviously the ones who make money by sensationalizing?"

"I don't have a few ounces of ink in my stomach, and I rely on a little knowledge to mess with the rhythm and fool the public. It's simply abominable!"

"We must not tolerate people like this, we must fight back severely. In more than a month, when the candidates fill out their applications, isn't he stabbing our magic arts?"

Following the old professor's words, discussions began to erupt in the conference room. It was obvious that everyone was worried about this issue.

"Yes, yes, if such a negative scandal is not resolved quickly, how can we compete with Beijing Art Institute when recruiting students this year?"

"Why did something like this happen during this Guanjian period?"

Things have happened, so don't worry anymore. Li Tianyun's face stiffened slightly.

It's a bit ridiculous to think about this matter. A layman directly touches Porcelain Magic Art through his social account and influence on the Internet.

Alas, dealing with these old professors in the university all year round made him overestimate the limits of human beings.

In other words, some people have become crazy for the sake of profit.

"Everyone, be quiet for a moment." Li Tianyun pressed his hands, looked at everyone and said, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"I think before making suggestions, we need to clarify one thing first." The old professor in the front row looked at Li Tianyun and asked: "Is there any problem with this student's recommended quota?"

"If this student has no problem, no one can throw dirty water on our magic art, but if he does get into it..."

"Wen Yan definitely has the ability to recommend." Before the old professor could finish speaking, Liu Chun'e answered.

Like she did in the morning, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and clicked on the video of the piano classroom.

Then, piano music was heard in the conference room, as warm as the wind, as gentle as a rainbow, and with an inexplicable sadness.

After a few minutes, the video finished playing.

"Whose student is this? I think his style of music is suitable for joining my class. I can give him a postgraduate spot." The old professor said first.

"Old Liu, you are so busy with academic work, how can you have time to teach undergraduates?" The head of the composition department, who had been silent for a long time, said:

"I haven't taught undergraduate students in a few years. I was restless today and suddenly came up with the idea of ​​tutoring students. I think this guy is right up my alley."

"Director Li, why do you have the nerve to say this?" The old professor rubbed his sleeves and said, "Come on, as a director you are more leisurely than me, so aren't you a white-collar worker receiving state subsidies?"

"Stop, stop, stop." Li Tianyun stopped the quarrel between the two.

The old scholar is the most troublesome. He has seniority and a bad temper. If there is a quarrel, it will be difficult for him, the vice-principal, to handle it.

"He is Fang Nanxuan's student. If any of you have ideas, you can talk to him." Li Tianyun used his trump card.

Sure enough, the two fell silent instantly.

The magic arts professors all know Fang Nanxuan's bad temper. If they really try to pry him into a corner, they might tailor a song for you on the spot.

Still the kind of person who curses people without using any curse words.

rbq, rbq, the two of them calmed down, picked up their tea cups and drank from a distance, automatically ignoring the quarrel just now.

Well, cultural people are thick-skinned.

"Wen Yan can compose piano music of the quality of "Dream Wedding" on the spot. His current ability is certainly no problem."

Li Tianyun expressed his worries: "But people are now avoiding talking about their ability in lyrics and music, and are only focusing on the issue of the number of recommended students. This is a bit difficult to handle."

"Three years ago, he was only fourteen years old. Did his recommended works at that time have the same attainments as now, and can they convince the public?"

"There is no problem with the quality of his recommended works." Professor Zhang, who had been silent since he started criticizing Li Tianyun, interjected from the corner of the conference table.

"Professor Zhang, how do you know?" Li Tianyun was a little confused.

"Because I have read his works." Professor Zhang took a sip of tea and said, "The manuscript of that song is in the school archives."

He still remembers the independent enrollment three years ago and the surprise that young man's work brought him.

Hearing what Professor Zhang said, Li Tianyun was relieved. Although this old professor had an old-fashioned temperament, he had very high requirements for his works.

Since he said there was no problem, others naturally couldn't find fault.

"Everyone, since our student has no problem, we definitely can't let him be slandered out of thin air." Li Tianyun looked around at everyone and said his purpose: "I hope you can also contribute."

"It's about the reputation of magic art, so naturally we have to do our best." Everyone said one after another.

Li Tianyun nodded with satisfaction, this was the purpose of his meeting.

These old professors each have their own connections, and collectively they have more fighting power than him, the vice-principal.

After the meeting.

Li Tianyun briefly contacted Wen Yan himself, asked him for the copyrighted screenshots of the songs, and also gave him a series of precautions.

Then, he immediately called the administrative department:

"Immediately publish a statement on the school's official account. Wen Yan's admission quota complies with relevant regulations. The comments online are purely malicious and slanderous. The copyright of the song I will fax to you later will also be suspended."

"Then contact a lawyer and sue Ma Baoan for spreading rumors and slandering the reputation of Magic Art. Let him apologize to Magic Art and Wen Yan himself before eight o'clock in the evening!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Tianyun pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a sharp look flashed in his pupils.

Of course, the matter can't end like this. How can Magic Art's reputation be restored with just a simple apology?

If you want people to perish, you must first make them crazy.

Legal proceedings are just asking for advice.

Never underestimate the heritage of any top school.

…

Magic City, a high-end apartment.

Ma Baoan was sitting on the massage chair, holding a large imported cigar in his mouth, with a contented look on his face.

Thinking of what he had gained in the past two days, he felt quite good.

A few days ago, as usual, he received a small business deal. His employer asked him to smear a certain popular singer.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to it. Over the years, he played the trumpet and played the rhythms of many stars. This was his livelihood.

He originally just made daily comments, but he didn't expect that the rhythmic posts would reach the top of the entertainment list.

The orders he takes are all charged based on clicks. The more attention a post gets, the more rewards he will receive.

Well, the ID of his vest is - Little Entertainment Expert.

This made him taste the sweetness.

Using a trumpet as a troll is just a small profit. If you can lead the trend of Zhao Wanqi this time, it is the right time and the right place.

However, after seeing that the rhythm of "Wen Yan recommended students to have quotas" actually triggered a lot of discussion, he came up with a bold idea:

Directly use big words to exaggerate the loopholes of the "recommendation mechanism" on social hot spots, and then use the public's anger to touch Porcelain Magic Art.

Sure enough, the effect is obvious.

His main account originally only had more than 600,000 fans, but after this incident, it skyrocketed to more than 3.8 million fans.

For him, traffic is money. As long as he manages this account well, it will become his cash cow in the future.

Looking at the MoYi school's tribe account, I saw the "explanation on the recommendation incident" sent out a few minutes ago, as well as the copyrighted screenshots of Wen Yan's songs.

There was also the stern warning statement specifically @him. Ma Baoan blew out a smoke ring with a look of disdain on his face.

Do you think it will be useful to provide evidence?

Innocent.

In terms of setting the pace and guiding public opinion, can the school's official account compare to his marketing account?

Professional sailors, find out!

Looking at the lawyer's letter posted on the Magic Art School's blog, Ma Baoan almost laughed out loud. The lawyer's letter is great!

Isn't it just litigation? Anyway, he has long been used to it.

For him, the more Mo Yi paid attention to him, the more excited he became. On the contrary, he was worried that Mo Yi would ignore him and let him perform a one-man show by himself.

Well, he still wants to keep it hot.

As soon as this lawyer's letter arrived, he would create another wave of interest. It was hard to believe that the number of followers of the tribe could directly exceed the five million mark!

By then, his traffic on the tribe will be close to that of second-tier artists in the entertainment industry. Will he still worry about not receiving advertising resources?

The lawyer's letter sent by Mo Yi was like a shining gold brick to him.

Thinking of this, Ma Baoan turned on the computer and started editing the manuscript in Word, which was his habit.

Every time before setting the rhythm, the manuscript must be polished several times, so as to show his literary quality of educating critics.

Type in the title: "Declaration of Fight, Starting with a Lawyer's Letter from Those Who Are Not Afraid of Power"

Looking at the title of the document, Ma Baoan was very satisfied. This reflects his character as an education critic who dares to speak out for the public and is not afraid of power.

Ma Baoan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued to tap the keyboard with his two-finger meditation:

"Moyi gave a reply. There was nothing wrong with the recommended quota. The wording was very official and the tone was very stern. They even issued a lawyer's letter as a threat."

"I originally thought that it would be better to do less than to do more, or to become a silent majority, so as not to attract the hatred of the powerful, but my conscience does not allow me to do this."

"Let us carefully analyze the whole story of this matter. A fourteen-year-old boy was recommended to a top university in the country."

"When we questioned his lack of ability, he took out the copyright of several classic works in succession, seeming to prove to us that he is extremely talented, but who can prove that these songs were composed by himself?"

"How can an ignorant and unskilled person have such high attainments in lyrics and music? I think it's either plagiarism or the copyright was purchased in advance. Aren't there many well-respected old professors in the composition department of Magic Art?"

"As a top university in the country, Magic Arts, when I questioned whether there was something fishy about the quota of recommended places, first of all, instead of investigating the students involved and the relevant faculty, they tried to intimidate me through a lawyer's letter for this just report.

By."

"Is this the privilege of the powerful? It seems that this little classmate Wen's background is not that profound, otherwise Magic Art would not protect him like this!"

"Having discussed the above facts, I would also like to offer a small piece of advice to the leaders of Magic Art: Never be a puppet of capital. We must believe in one sentence - Skynet is huge, and there are no omissions or omissions."

“I hope you will consider the pros and cons clearly and don’t let yourself get trapped in a cocoon!”

After writing the manuscript, Ma Baoan polished it several times. The more he read it, the more he liked it. He even didn't want to wait for the lawyer's letter that was on the way.

Anyway, Mo Yi's official tribe has been sent out, so he simply took a screenshot, and then pressed the send button under this battle declaration.

In the ashtray, he stubbed out the old cigar in his hand, Ma Baoan lay on the seat, picked his nostrils, and waited for the reactions of netizens.

After a while, comments sprung up like mushrooms after a rain:

[Shocked, Mo Yi didn’t even investigate, and directly threatened Teacher Ma with a lawyer’s letter.]

[Wo giao, when I saw it in broad daylight, I felt cold all over. Is this society already so dark? Fortunately, there are people like Teacher Ma to expose their ugliness. 】

[I feel sad for us high school seniors. As a local art student, I have always regarded Magic Art as the palace in my heart. I didn’t expect him to be so dirty. I’d better go to Beijing Arts...]

[Come on upstairs, are you sure you can pass the magic arts exam? Don't be ridiculous, the score line for magic arts is very high. Oh, no, I actually forgot that the "young genius" doesn't even have to take the exam.mmp, it's heartbreaking

Ah, it’s all my father’s incompetence, knowing this...]

[The guy upstairs is awesome, your father gave birth to a good son.]

[Support Teacher Ma, we must fight against the evil forces to the end. (v5) (v5)]

Seeing these comments, Ma Baoan smiled from ear to ear.

As soon as this post was posted, didn’t it become popular?

Who knows, the number of followers of his tribe will exceed the five million mark tonight.

Thinking of the future scene after the traffic is realized, Ma Baoan's lips evoked a smile:

These days are getting more and more exciting!

…

After receiving Li Tianyun's call, Wen Yan felt a lot more relieved. The leader of Magic Art came forward to clarify that he only needed to cooperate and provide assistance.

However, Li Tianyun also needed time to prepare, so Wen Yan did not rush to Magic Art, but drove to the suburbs.

Since this matter is such a big deal, Mrs. Wen must also know about it, and Wen Yan doesn't want her to worry.

After all, the old lady is one of the few relatives he has in Blue Star.

Half an hour later.

The SUV was parked in front of the small shop in front of the orphanage. This was a small business that the old lady bought for herself after she retired.

Well, there is a small shop in the sunset, selling orange warmth.

Although she is older, she just changes her ways and continues to protect the children in the orphanage.

When Wen Yan opened the glass door of the small shop, he saw an unexpected figure!

…

Alas, it’s hard to describe in words, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s only coming out now.

Ye Han accidentally traveled to a strange world.

The dynasty is ruling all living beings! Weird things are rampant!

Immortals have become ancient! The road is dim!

The beginning is treacherous and parasitic, and everything is in danger.

The property panel opens, and a desperate situation emerges.

Understand the strange! Strengthen all things!

Cut open the path of life and death with one knife, and from now on the world will be my own.

Countless years later, Ye Han reached the top.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, and found that he had fought his way through the strange world.
Chapter completed!