After distributing snacks to the children, the two walked out of the orphanage side by side.

Thinking of the innocent smiling faces of the children, Wen Yan felt healed. They didn't ask for much. A few bags of snacks could keep them entertained for a long time.

The smiles that penetrate deep into the eyes of these children are sincere and sincere.

Well, the happiness value on the data panel cannot be faked.

When the two of them walked under the sycamore tree in front of the orphanage and were about to drive away, Zhao Wanqi suddenly said: "Xiaoyan, I'm sorry."

"Uh?" Wen Yan stopped, a little confused.

Is Zhao Wanqi apologizing to him?

The sun is really coming out in the west.

Ever since she was little, Zhao Wanqi has always shown her teeth and claws in front of him. Even if she did something wrong and was wronged, she would still raise her chin proudly.

Well, at most, he would be compensated for killing his brother in Bo's arms.

Wen Yan looked carefully and saw the eldest sister not far in front of him. She was wearing a khaki windbreaker. As the breeze blew, her long wavy hair was floating slightly, and her undulating lines were very soft.

The side profile of her face against the setting sun, coupled with her seductive red phoenix eyes and sexy, full red lips, fully demonstrates the charm of the royal sister.

This was supposed to be a strong urban beauty, but now she was apologizing to him. From Zhao Wanqi's eyes, Wen Yan could see deep self-blame:

"Why apologize?"

"I didn't expect that someone would make a fuss about the quota of recommended students." Zhao Wanqi bit her red lips and said apologetically: "If I could have clarified earlier, the public opinion would not be pointed at you now."

"Even if you clarify earlier, what should happen will still happen." Wen Yan comforted: "Besides, there is no problem with my recommendation quota. We are not afraid of fire."

"But don't you care about the negative public opinions attacking you on the Internet?" Zhao Wanqi was a little surprised. She didn't expect Wen Yan to be so indifferent.

Sometimes, the pressure of public opinion is really suffocating. She has experienced it, so she understands how painful it feels.

When she first debuted, she would feel very uncomfortable whenever she saw negative news about herself on the Internet. It took her getting used to it over the past two years and she was able to treat it with a normal heart.

"I never care about what outsiders think of me." Wen Yan said it very freely.

In fact, what Zhao Wanqi has experienced has been experienced in his previous life, so naturally he will not care about the rhythm of the Internet.

Moreover, even if someone wants to apologize, that person should not be Zhao Wanqi.

Li Tianyun had already explained the whole story clearly on the phone.

Lao Li is a real person, he should be blamed, and he will not blame others.

After Li Tianyun's explanation, Wen Yan understood that Zhao Wanqi had actually long wanted to clarify the negative public opinion on the Internet and actively contacted relevant personnel.

She only agreed to Li Tianyun's decision to let the bullets fly for a while after hearing about the benefits to Wen Yan of Mo Yi's "campaign plan" prepared for this year's enrollment.

Since Wen Yan wants to make a career, having a top school to support him will definitely save him a lot of detours. It is precisely because Zhao Wanqi understands this that she listened to Li Tianyun's opinion.

You mean following your manager's advice and trying to build momentum for your new album?

Can you expect a "salted fish artist" who doesn't even bother to make announcements to care about his album?

This is just Zhao Wanqi's excuse. She doesn't want Wen Yan to have a psychological burden.

After all, the focus of online public opinion before noon was still on her.

Putting aside these unexpected factors, the original trigger for this incident was the variety show that Zhao Wanqi participated in.

The reason why she appeared on the show was also to build momentum for Wen Yan's debut.

Thinking of the cause of the incident and looking at the girl opposite who was apologizing, Wen Yan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

In Blue Star, there are only three and a half people who can take his interests as the starting point and put themselves in his shoes.

And Zhao Wanqi is one of them.

Well, this is also the reason why Wen Yan has let her owe her a share of the song copyright for so long.

If it were someone else who wanted to owe him Wen Xiaoyan money, there would be only one way to choose:

See you in court!

"How are you preparing for the new album? Do you really don't need me to write songs for you?" Wen Yan changed the subject.

"Tch, no need." Zhao Wanqi smoothed her long hair around her waist and said a little arrogantly:

"I have confidence in the ace songwriters in the industry. Their lyrics and music are definitely no worse than yours!"

"Haha, you don't know anything about my power." Wen Yan got into the car, started the SUV and headed towards Magic Art Gallery.

He knew that he was being underestimated, and Zhao Wanqi was worried that his inventory was insufficient.

…,

dusk.

Magic City, a high-end apartment.

Seeing that the public opinion in the tribe's comment area was one-sided, with the vast majority of people supporting his "righteous man" speech, Ma Baoan smiled from ear to ear.

Of course, what excites him the most is that the number of fans that have exceeded the four million mark is worthy of attention. He seems to see countless small coins pouring into his pocket.

These melon-eating people on the Internet are really easy to tease, and the corner of Ma Baoan's mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

Gee, he is indeed a master of public opinion!

"Honey, cook more dishes tonight, our good days are coming." Ma Baoan shouted to the kitchen: "Go downstairs and buy a bottle of champagne, we want to celebrate."

"What a good thing, you are so happy." His wife wiped her hands with her apron and walked to Ma Baoan.

"Look at this post...it's all money." Ma Baoan showed off his glorious achievements to his wife.

"Lao Ma, I'm just a child. Isn't it a bit unethical for you to do this?" Ma Baoan's wife said with some worry:

"Even if we earn this money, it's hard to spend it..."

"Humph, what do you know about a woman?" Ma Baoan reprimanded: "You have long hair but short knowledge. We only rely on our ability to make a living!"

"Sigh." Ma Baoan's wife sighed and returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.

At this moment, Ma Baoan's cell phone rang.

"Hey, who's there?" Because of the money he was about to receive, he even became confident in speaking.

"Hello, are you Mr. Ma Baoan? I am a staff member of the administrative office of Modu Art College. Now I want to talk to you on behalf of Modu Art about the public opinion on the Internet..."

"Staff from Magic Art?" Ma Baoan's eyes rolled around, and he silently pressed the record button:

"Why do you think I've touched your sore spot? Do you want to talk to me in private?"

"Mr. Ma, the rumors you posted online have had a great impact on the reputation of Magic Art. Your behavior has violated relevant laws and regulations. We hope you will pay attention to this issue."

"Haha, it's illegal?" Ma Baoan said in an arrogant tone:

"I don't think this is illegal. As a citizen of the country, I have the right to raise questions. This is my right to freedom of speech given by the law. Why do you magicians want to bully others and restrict my right to speak!"

"How can you make excuses!" The staff of Magic Art were infuriated by Ma Baoan's arrogance: "The freedom of speech under the law does not include spreading rumors and causing trouble. Your behavior is completely distorting the truth of the matter and guiding public emotions..."

This was bearable, but Ma Baoan was a little disappointed that he could not catch the loopholes in the staff's words. He wanted to hear the threatening words from the magic art staff most.

If we can get such a recording, edit it and put it online, it will be a "famous scene".

"Okay, don't waste my precious time. When will your Magic Art deal with the relevant personnel and give the public an explanation? When will I delete the post? Of course it is impossible to apologize. I will not do the right thing.

Bow to the powerful!"

"Goodbye!" Ma Baoan hung up the phone, a sneer flashed across his lips.

As long as they control the direction of public opinion, what can prestigious schools do?

…

Magic art, conference room.

When Wen Yan arrived here, reporters from Shanghai TV Station had already prepared interview equipment.

This was one of Li Tianyun's preparations. As a top prestigious school, Magic Arts contacted reporters from local channels. This was just a basic operation.

Several old professors from the vocal music department and the composition department were also there. They all wanted to meet Wen Yan, the talented student who arranged the piano music "Dream Wedding" on the spot.

"Classmate Wen, I want to apologize to you first for what happened this time." Professor Liu Chun'e was the first to speak: "Well, I promised that girl Wan Qi to keep it a secret for you, but I didn't expect it to spread around the school...

"

The old professor felt very guilty. He didn't expect that a few casual gossips would produce a "butterfly effect" and cause such a big public opinion storm on the Internet.

"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to blame yourself." Wen Yan's attitude was very modest: "This is just a coincidence. None of us expected that someone would make a fuss about this matter."

Things have already happened, and complaining will not work. It is better to be generous and leave a step for each other.

This bit of human sophistication makes Wen Yan very confident.

Without the arrogance of talented students, this young man can do nothing. Professor Liu Chun'e nodded secretly:

"You don't have to worry about this matter, we at Magic Art are your most solid backing."

"Okay, let's stop talking about these gossips." Li Tianyun interrupted the conversation between the two, pulled Wen Yan aside and warned:

"You just need to answer the reporter's questions truthfully later."

This was a red envelope for someone, right? Wen Yan instantly understood that this reporter was a friendly force and would not blindly ask Jill questions.

"Then go over and set an example for the majority of magic arts students." Li Tianyun reminded.

The interview begins.

After smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit, Wen Yan sat in front of the camera and looked very calm when facing the microphone handed over by the female reporter.

In his previous life, he had held concerts with tens of thousands of people, so naturally he would not be embarrassed in front of the camera.

Well, it's just a small scene.

After getting the signal to start, the female reporter asked in standard Mandarin:

"Hello, classmate Wen, I am a reporter from the Shanghai News Channel, and I would like to ask your opinion on the online questions about the authenticity of your recommended student quota."

"That's nonsense." Wen Yan said calmly.

"Can you tell us more?" The female reporter did not expect Wen Yan's answer to be so short.

"First of all, the recommended students of Magic Art must pass the independent admissions examination. There is a series of rigorous procedures. If you want to get a place, you must naturally fight for it based on your strength."

"Some people question that I am too young, but there seems to be no age limit for admission. Who stipulates that you cannot take the independent admissions examination at the age of fourteen? You cannot deny my results just because I am young."

"If you have ambitions, you will only grow older. Without ambitions, you will live a hundred years. For some people who claim to be education commentators and folk music critics, I just want to ask them one question. Does he understand the recommendation process?"

Wen Yan spread his hands with a helpless expression: "In the youth classes of two famous schools, Beijing University and Shuimu, some of the students in them are younger than me."

The female reporter nodded, and then continued to ask: "Are you Zhao Wanqi's songwriter?"

"I want to correct you. They are the songwriters of some of the songs." Wen Yan's wording was very strict: "They are the songs that were marked by the online uploader."

"Then you are questioning the copyright of your lyrics and music, Mr. Ma Baoan, who is a professor of the Magic Art Composition Department. What do you have to say?" the female reporter continued to ask.

"The copyright of lyrics and music is an extremely sacred thing for musicians. Professors of magic arts have their own ethics and it is impossible for them to do such things." Wen Yan's expression was very serious.

"Moreover, the copyright of these songs was registered five years ago. At that time, I was still in high school and I didn't know the magic arts professor at all. This can be verified by the copyright department of the Literary and Art Association."

"You mean, you already wrote those songs when you were twelve years old?" The female reporter was a little surprised.

"Is this surprising? I think it's very simple." Wen Yan shrugged and revealed the shocking news in a calm tone:

"When I was seven years old, my piano skills reached a professional level."

Well, use a calm tone and manually show off to a group of people.

"Are you telling the truth?" The female reporter was stunned: "When you were seven years old, your piano reached a professional level?"

"I have registered a grade with the Music Association, and there is a specific date on it." Wen Yan said with a smile.

Things that ordinary people can't do doesn't mean that geniuses can't do it either. As a bastard with a system, Wen Yan has already made sufficient preparations to package himself.

"This is really unbelievable!" the female reporter sighed: "Then you..."

The female reporter was about to ask the next question. At this moment, there was an undisguised knock on the door outside the conference room.

The interview was interrupted, and Li Tianyun pretended to be unhappy and asked: "What's going on? Now is the official interview time. Doesn't this cause a recording accident?"

"Principal Li!"

The female staff member of the Academic Affairs Office "lowered her voice" and shouted:

"The Music Association sent an invitation to the Golden Hall to Wen Yan, a classmate from our school, and wanted him to play his composition - Wedding in a Dream at the opening ceremony of the music festival in June."

Lao Li, what you do is so cool!

Looking at Li Tianyun not far away who was full of bookishness, Wen Yan's eyes were a little strange. If this was an accident, he dared to attack Wang Luoqi at night today.

Obviously, this was also Li Tianyun's backup plan.

The Golden Hall is the highest palace in the hearts of countless musicians in China. It is a stage that ordinary songwriters and songwriters with gold medals dare not dream of. Being able to play piano music on this stage is a gold content.

What's more, it's the opening ceremony.

For a musician recognized by the Music Association and able to enter the Golden Hall, does he still need to go through the back door to get a recommended place for his undergraduate degree?

"Hey, do I need to cut this section?" Li Tianyun looked at the female reporter with a very helpless tone.

Female reporter: "..."
Chapter completed!