After sorting out his mood, Qi Cong searched Jiangwan.com again, looking at the two URLs that appeared at the top.

While Shen Jia was talking with the producer, he searched for information about Jiangwan.com. He then learned that Jiangwan.com had changed its site two years ago and opened a new website in cooperation with the big platform Fox Edge and closed the old site. Because of copyright issues, Jiangwan.com only transferred the works of the signed authors when it transferred sites. At that time, he was just a registered author on Jiangwan.com and hadn’t signed a contract, so there was no Chivalrous Bones written by him on the new site, only on the old one.

He looked at it and clicked on the URL below that didn’t have a Fox Edge icon. The page loaded and a familiar page opened. The layout of the website was still the same as in Qi Cong’s memory, so he skillfully found the login location and entered his pen name and password. Because he hadn’t bound his account to his mobile phone, the log in was very smooth, and the page automatically loaded to the author’s page. On the administrative interface lay a work with only 10,000 characters, and the number of reads . . . Qi Cong frowned. He remembered that when he last logged into Jiangwan.com three years ago, the number of reads of Chivalrous Bones was less than five hundred, but now, the number of reads of Chivalrous Bones … Qi Cong checked again—it was more than thirty thousand. Was it brought on by the news?

When he opened the novel management page of Chivalrous Bones, he didn’t find it surprising that the number of comments also exploded. With more than forty thousand comments it was more than the number of reads. He clicked on the comments section, which was full of long, sarcastic, and dirty comments.

Guest: plagiarize NM. Didn’t Water without a Trace say that he borrowed the beginning of this little newcomer in order to contact him when he disappeared? You are all brainless! Can an opening plot of 10,000 words lead to a full plot development, and this little newcomer’s poorly written, illogical opening is just a mess, putting it more bluntly, a piece of shit! With his writing and his cheesy opening, what kind of plot could he have written? Check out Water without a Trace‘s beginning by yourselves, it is the same plot where the main character first appears and his writing is so fascinating! Water without a Trace’s biggest mistake was to look at the other person sincerely and use someone else’s book title and name of the main character for his own text! He didn’t plagiarize! He wrote the essence of Chivalrous Bones by himself.”

Qi Cong squeezed his phone tightly.

There were many replies under this comment, most of them were fake reasoning and crooked morality, saying that they would follow the development and did not believe that Water without a Trace would plagiarize the content until almost halfway in the comment section only a few rebuttals appeared.

Guest 879nb: Laughing out loud, are you being confused? Water without a Trace’s original story was that he only borrowed the title of the newcomer’s unpublished work and the name of the main character, denying Gu Xun’s rumor about copying the newcomer’s opening, can he wash white his hands of this too?

Visitor 879nb: It turns out there isn’t a word of truth in your Water without a Trace’s mouth. Some newcomer has published his works clearly, and published it nearly a year ahead of him! Your Water without a Trace not only used the book title and the name of the main character but also expanded the plot of the opening of the newcomer’s novel and copied Liu Fengyue’s character, the main character of the newcomer’s novel. Then why should he mark them as original? Why lie? He used the newcomer’s opening and the setup of the protagonist. Has he ever asked for authorization from this newcomer?

Visitor 879nb: You also say that the newcomer’s writing is poor, your Water without a Trace’s writing is poor, okay? This little newcomer’s three chapters of content is worth 10 chapters of plot from Water without a Trace, so where do you get the face to diss the newcomer? You wrote that the newcomer wrote a piece of shit, so does your author eat shit, so he can produce shit like a machine for you?

Probably infuriated by the phrase “shit like a machine”, passersby and rational Wu Heng fans in the comment section were all excited, so they caught comments like Visitor 879nb’s and sprayed them randomly. Some people were also trying to boil 897nb in a pot, saying that he must be one of Gu Xun’s brain-dead fans. They were afraid that the thing would reverse Gu Xun’s reputation by making up rumors, so they were trying to desperately wash it white. Some people who were overzealous also mentioned Gu Xun, scolding Gu Xun for being mentally ill.

Many of the people who came to eat melons were Gu Xun’s fans. This sentence about him being mentally ill was like a spark falling into an oil pot, making his fans bubble one after another.

A duel between Wu Heng’s fans and Gu Xun’s fans was inexplicably launched under these comments. Wu Heng’s fans bit on Gu Xun for slandering and spreading rumors, and Gu Xun’s fans accused Wu Heng’s fans of being mentally disabled and unwilling to see the problem rationally. The two sides were not willing to back off, tearing each other up. At last, the topic turned to be a dispute over whether the fans of the novel or the fans of the star were more mentally brain dead. They all forgot the original reason for this quarrel.

Qi Cong: “. . .”

He stared at something that read, “Anyway Water without a Trace didn’t copy it. Gu Xun’s words or posts on the forum are all one-sided, and no one has come up with any evidence. If you ask me, this Murmuring Water can be a trumpet that was used to splash black water! Gu Xun is reckless just because he is a star and many people know him! Just wait. You’ll be slapped in the face for sure!” These comments were focused on the words, “one-sided story.”

Chivalrous Bones was his work. He certainly couldn’t let Wu Heng steal his past just like this, but the social account he used to contact Wu Heng had been canceled, and the chat records that could prove it was Wu Heng, who used his story frame, had all disappeared with the cancellation of the account.

Qi Cong frowned. This matter had already involved Gu Xun and had to be resolved properly. He carefully recalled all the details of the original creation of Chivalrous Bones and his contact with Wu Heng when a thought came to his mind. He quickly sat up and picked up his mobile phone to open it, clicked on the WeChat sent by Qi Yin during the day. After reading a certain line, he directly called Qi Yin.

“Mom, do you have any of my college hard drives and notes in the old stuff you helped me put away?”

 

 

The next day, Shen Jia’s job was to go to a certain studio to take publicity photos. On the way to his workplace, Zhao Zhenxun took the initiative to bring up Wu Heng’s matter. He instructed Shen Jia, “Both Dongying Studio and Wu Heng will make it come to an end. When we get to the studio, please don’t talk nonsense.”

Qi Cong downloaded Wu Heng’s Chivalrous Bones series and looked at Zhao Zhenxun.

Shen Jia asked, full of gossip, ‘‘What happened? What did they do?”

“Wu Heng issued a statement.”

“Wow!” The purple-haired girl Jiang Meng, who was a clothing assistant sitting in the back of the nanny car, suddenly moved over with her mobile phone to Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun.

“Look, guys, Qi Cong is on a hot search again!”

Shen Jia immediately put the matter of Wu Heng behind him and took Jiang Meng’s mobile phone while asking repeatedly, “What hot search? What hot search? Is that another paparazzi mess . . . uh . . .”

He looked up at Qi Cong beside him.

Qi Cong wondered, “What’s the matter?” While asking, he leaned over to look at the cell phone in Shen Jia’s hand.

On the phone screen, a personal homepage with the background picture of a cat opened. At the top of the home page, the blogger with the ID of Looking back at the Flowers forwarded a video Weibo with the caption “He is not Shen Jia’s girlfriend.”

Qi Cong looked at the Weibo video.

Flower reports V: #Origami Little Brother# I ran into “Shen Jia’s girlfriend” in the hospital and found that the little brother was not only good-looking but also very skillful with his hands. Come and see my brother’s origami skill! I want to ask how long it would take to learn this technique of blindly folding roses. I want to do it in front of the girl I like.”

This Weibo was followed by a video showing him sitting on a hospital corridor bench while he was waiting for the test results yesterday.

Qi Cong looked at the ridiculously large number of fans retweeting this on Weibo and looked at Shen Jia, who looked like he was about to start talking, and asked, “Who is the person who forwarded it?”

Shen Jia stuttered as he replied, “G-Gu Xun.”

Qi Cong froze for a moment before he frowned. Why did Gu Xun forward this? He . . . what did he mean?

“Twenty thousand comments already.” Zhao Zhenxun had already taken out his mobile phone as well and looked up at Qi Cong after reading the Weibo. “Two hot searches, one of #Shen Jia’s girlfriend# and one as #Origami Little Brother# You’ve only been to Beishi for two days.”

Seeing this expression on Zhao Zhenxun’s face, Qi Cong, who didn’t quite understand the various rules of the entertainment industry, asked, “Is the situation bad?”

“Not bad.” Zhao Zhenxun put down his mobile phone. “If you really decide to make a debut, the gains of these two hot searches right now are very good. Yesterday I asked you to explore your own strengths, as well as singing and dancing abilities. Did you do it?“

Qi Cong shook his head.

“Do it as soon as possible.” Zhao Zhenxun looked at Shen Jia again. “Go back to Gu Xun’s Weibo, and then help boost the popularity of this video.”

Shen Jia had already figured out what Zhao Zhenxun was trying to do and nodded promptly. “I’ll do it right away!”

Zhao Zhenxun looked back at Qi Cong again. “Do you have a Weibo?”

Qi Cong, who was a little confused, nodded in conformation.

“Delete all the content on your Weibo that may be found by passersby, Gu Xun’s and Shen Jia’s fans. Delete all the content related to feelings, politics, and personal information. Delete all negative-energy contents. If possible, it is best to cancel the account and apply for a new account as a secondary account.”

Qi Cong thought that Zhao Zhenxun seemed to be preparing for his future debut. But obviously, it was something that had already been decided, so when he thought of Gu Xun, he suddenly became a little uncertain.

Really . . . did he really want to make his debut? Was sucking Shen Jia’s blood not enough that he wanted to use Gu Xun’s popularity too?

“Qi Cong.”

Qi Cong returned to reality and looked at Zhao Zhenxun’s stern gaze.

Zhao Zhenxun had on his father face. “Think about why you came to Beishi. Don’t waste JiaJia and General Manager Shen’s kindness.”

As if a basin of icy water was poured down on him, Qi Cong suddenly calmed down, remembering his parents who stayed in Heicheng and the money he owed Shen Jia.

He tightened his fist and said, “I know what to do now.”

“Just so you know.” Zhao Zhenxun relaxed his attitude a bit after a while and said, “My biggest concession is not to allow you to actively approach Gu Xun, but when something is sent to your door, don’t give it up.”

The subtext was “I won’t force you to use Gu Xun’s popularity, but you can’t disturb my arrangement because of Gu Xun.”

Qi Cong silently nodded again. “I understand.”

For the rest of the journey, Qi Cong stared at Gu Xun’s WeChat avatar in disbelief. It was only when they were about to reach their destination that he finally clicked on the dialog box and slowly input a line of text to Gu Xun before tapping “Send”. 

Qi Cong: If you can, I hope you will not mention anything about me in public in the future.

Gu Xun soon replied: No.

Gu Xun: Still prefer vanilla-flavored ice cream?

Qi Cong froze. What did he mean?

The nanny car stopped at the studio, and everyone began gathering up their things before getting out. Qi Cong regained his senses but was unable to respond to Gu Xun’s message. He slipped his mobile phone back into his pocket, picked up a small box with accessories at his feet, and pulled the door open to get out of the car first.

After getting out of the car, he went back to help Jiang Meng pick up the makeup case before turning around.

A spoon was delivered to his mouth and the sweet scent of vanilla wafted over.

Qi Cong was stunned before he followed the hand holding the spoon to meet a familiar face with a strange expression on his face.

“Bought you some ice cream.” Gu Xun lightly brushed Qi Cong’s lips with his spoon then looked at the dumbfounded Shen Jia and the other people behind Qi Cong before raising the small box of ice cream in his hand. “Sorry. I came in a hurry and didn’t prepare your share. I’ll make it up next time.”


Edited by: Faro

Proofreader: Taalia

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