After Marrying an Evil God

Chapter 39: good night

In another lounge.

Qin Yirou threw the phone far away.

With such a high degree of topic discussion, it is difficult for her to see it. Her Weibo has been captured by netizens, and all kinds of insults and attacks attacked her.

How could things become like this.

What's the matter with that surveillance? She obviously didn't change Meng Xing's tune. How could it appear that she stole Meng Xing's tune on the surveillance screen? !

And she was clearly in the dormitory yesterday afternoon, why didn't the surveillance capture it? There were only two people in the female dormitory. Fang Ya'er was hospitalized, and she was the only one left. No one could prove her innocence.

Qin Yirou finally realized the taste of indefatigable words.

Although in fact she is not innocent.

Wu Yun rushed in, "Qin Yirou, what's going on?!"

Qin Yirou covered her ears and kept shaking her head: "No, I don't know, I didn't do it..."

"You didn't do it? What's the matter with the surveillance!" Wu Yun condensed his eyebrows, "You said no before, I believe you, but now the surveillance is there, how do you make me believe you, you really didn't steal Meng Xing Song?"

Qin Yirou collapsed and said: "I don't know! Don't ask me, I didn't steal it... That video must be fake, someone framed me!"

Wu Yun said: "The video has been analyzed by technical staff, and there are no traces of fraud."

Qin Yirou held her head: "I don't know! I really didn't steal it!"

Wu Yun took a deep look at her and took out her mobile phone: "I called the company and asked what the public relations team should do."

In any case, Qin Yirou is a cash cow, and she can get a lot of commissions as her agent. As long as there is a rescue, neither the company nor she will give up Qin Yirou.

However, not long after the call was connected this time, Wu Yun put down the phone.

Qin Yirou looked forward to: "What does the company say? Can you clarify it for me?"

Wu Yun's attitude is obviously colder: "You still think about who you have offended. The company wants to terminate the contract with you, and you may have to pay liquidated damages for the negative impact on the company. But before that, you plagiarize other people's tracks. Gaining fame and fortune will bring huge property rights and spiritual losses to the original creators, and I am afraid that they will also face legal charges."

After saying these words, she walked out without looking back.

Qin Yirou has become an abandoned son.

Xingguang hadn't planned to give up Qin Yirou, but President Fu directly called and warned them that if they dared to save Qin Yirou, he would dare to buy it.

It is clear at a glance whether a subordinate artist and the richest man in China are more important.

Qin Yirou collapsed completely to the ground.

Overnight, there was nothing.

She hadn't gotten over from it, and she lowered her head in confusion, and suddenly saw a pair of clean sneakers staying in front of her.

She raised her head and saw the handsome and calm face of the young man.

"You, you framed me!" Qin Yirou was full of hatred.

Qi Baicha looked at her: "Is it framed? You know in your heart."

"You came to see me making a joke? Is it fun to fall into the trap? I have no grievances with you, why are you harming me?!" Qin Yirou roared hysterically.

"Do you think that no one knows, after a long time, I really feel innocent." Qi Baicha looked down at her, "Miss Qin, there is a **** who raises her head three feet."

Meng Xing suffered from gossip from the entire school for this. Today, she was violently violently by thousands of netizens.

Meng Xing was even more innocent. He was really charged with an unnecessary charge, but Qin Yirou was not.

Qin Yirou bowed her head in embarrassment and avoided his sight.

There is a **** who raises her head three feet... what she sees now when she raises her head... isn't it him.

Qi white tea.

Qi Baicha didn't talk nonsense with her either. He didn't come to see a joke, but to retrieve the post-song system.

Qin Yirou felt dizzy for a while, as if she had suddenly lost something important. She watched as her skin turned sallow and her hair turned haggard.

Qi Baicha forcibly unbind the queen song system from Qin Yirou, and everything Qin Yirou got from the system was taken back and restored to its original state. Her facial features have not changed much, but the overall feeling is much more mediocre, at best a passerby appearance.

Qin Yirou looked at her glasses and screamed, "Who is this!" She was so frightened as soon as she spoke.

Even the sound she made in her mouth changed back to the usual ordinary, no longer sweet and pleasant.

Who is this person in the mirror?

Qin Yirou looked at this familiar and unfamiliar ordinary woman in despair, without even noticing Qi Baicha's departure.

Qi Baicha left after getting the system.

The person in the mirror is Qin Yirou himself.

This is her true model.

But she might not be able to accept it.

Qin Yirou is not a foreign soul. He doesn't need to draw a human soul for punishment. He should leave it to the law of the world.

"Which time-space loophole did you come in through?" Qi Baicha asked as he walked.

After the song, the system replied in a low voice: "The abyss cracks on the bottom of the West Sea..."

"Master God..." The post-song system said in fear, "I have done what you asked me to do. Can you let me go?"

Qi Baicha didn't speak.

It's just that the palms are slightly closed, and the blue light is dimmed by half.

After the song, the system screamed: "Master God! You said you wouldn't destroy me!"

Qi Baicha apologized: "That's really my dereliction of duty."

When the voice fell, the blue light spot on the palm was completely annihilated, and there was no trace.

s City Conservatory of Music.

Meng Xing packed up his things and prepared to move out of the dormitory.

In fact, there is nothing to pack. There are a few clothes, some toiletries, and even a suitcase is not full.

The most valuable is the mahogany grand piano. It was a prize for winning a gold medal in a certain piano competition before. He still doesn't know how to move it.

He sat on the suitcase, a little worried.

"Meng Xing, Meng Xing!" A boy greeted him at the door of the dormitory.

Meng Xing looked up, not knowing what the other party was going to do.

The other people in the school hardly talked to him, and of course, he didn't talk to others.

The boy said: "Go to the principal's office, the principal will look for you."

What's the matter with the principal looking for him?

Meng Xing stood up and walked out the door. When he passed by, he heard the boy whisper to him: "I'm sorry."

Meng Xing was taken aback.

Sorry what?

Before he could think about it, he walked downstairs to the dormitory and happened to ran into a group of boys holding basketballs in.

Those are his roommates. However, they have never met much, they are basically strangers living under the same roof.

He is not good at taking the initiative to communicate with others, and other people think he is proud and do not give him a look.

This time the roommates did not ignore him, and the leading boy said, "Meng Xing, play basketball together next time!"

Meng Xing paused in his footsteps.

Another boy shouted: "We can teach you if you don't know how to play basketball! If you are not interested, then we can play well!"

"That...we misunderstood you before, sorry."

They also only learned about Meng Xing today. Knowing that Meng Xing is not deliberately arrogant, but autistic.

Moreover, Qin Yirou stole the tune and was misunderstood for so long, which is too miserable...

The few people who have watched the video are not happy. Most people at this age have so many nasty things, and they like and hate everyone at the same time.

According to the spread of those videos, it is estimated that the whole school now knows that Meng Xing is the one who was plagiarized.

Meng Xing was not good at dealing with this kind of scene, and stepped out quickly, gaining everyone's attention along the way.

This scene is very familiar. Every time I walked on campus, a bunch of people pointed at his spine and pointed: "That's Meng Xing from the composition department, the one who stole Qin Yirou's song..."

Now it became: "Look, Meng Xing, it is him who was stolen by Qin Yirou."

"It's miserable, Qin Yirou is too much! I'm going to throw away all her albums now! Poor character, no matter how good the singing is, it's useless!"

what happened?

Meng Xing walked to the principal's office, pushed the door in, and found that both the principal and the tutor were there.

One more...

It's Mr. Li.

Anyone who studies music doesn't know Mr. Li, this is a character in the textbook, and he appears in front of his eyes like this alive.

"This is Meng Xing?" Old Li stood up and looked at him excitedly. "I'm a good boy, come sit down."

Meng Xing was slightly at a loss. The three elders are all standing, how can he sit down?

The principal personally pulled the chair away for him, and said kindly: "Mr. Li told you to sit, just sit."

Meng Xing sat down prudently.

Several other people also took their seats. The principal said: "Meng Xing, we already know about you. You have been wronged."

The instructor was ashamed and said: "You child has always been my pride. The more hopeful you are, the more disappointed you will be when you make a mistake. The teacher used to say something serious to you, I'm very sorry, you are not wrong, the fault is that Qin Yi Gentle, it’s really hateful to go back and forth to conceal the sky and the sea."

Meng Xing was at a loss.

What happened, and why did the wind direction suddenly reverse?

The principal looked at him with a puzzled look: "Don't you know? All Qin Yirou's actions have been exposed and spread all over the Internet, so that we can understand the truth."

"Mr. Li just rushed over and asked for you by name. Mr. Li, what can you do with Meng Xing?" the principal asked.

Mr. Li said: "This kid is very talented and aura, I like it when I watched the video. Meng Xing, I want to accept you as my closed disciple and represent China in the recent Vieria competition. I wonder if you have it. This will?"

The principal and instructor took a breath.

Mr. Li is nearly sixty years old and has never closed his disciples. Many famous pianists and composers wanted him to guide them, but they were turned away.

Actually fell in love with such a young Meng Xing.

The Velia Competition is a world-class original composition piano competition. It is held every three years and young people from top music academies around the world will participate. The top three will get the opportunity to study at the world's highest music academy and be taught by famous teachers. It is known as "Music The little Nobel of the world” shows its gold content. There are only two places in the Huaguo District. As the top music school in China, the S City Conservatory of Music originally had one place.

If Meng Xing had not been accused of plagiarism, he would have been the candidate recommended by the school this year.

Compared with the "student of S City Conservatory of Music", the status of "Mr. Li's closed disciple" is more valuable. After going around, this place returned to Meng Xing in a more glorious way.

"Meng Xing, don't you agree to it?" Both the instructor and the principal were extremely excited. Mr. Li's closed disciples came from their school, and they said they would give the school money.

Meng Xing was startled, and hurriedly stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Teacher Li. I...I am willing."

Of course he is happy. He loves music, so he won't miss the opportunity to get better guidance. Even more happy, but the grievances were rehabilitated.

"You don't need to pack things and move out, Meng Xing, we were wrong before, and we didn't investigate it clearly. I blamed you. You will continue to live in the future..."

Before the principal had finished speaking, Mr. Li said, "No, go ahead and move. The Velia competition is coming soon, and other players have been training for a long time. Meng Xing moved into my house so that I can give one-on-one guidance. Give it a name."

...

After returning to the dormitory, Meng Xing felt still dreaming.

What happened today is too unreal.

He sat on the bed, turned on the phone, and wanted to see what was happening online.

Soon, he found those three videos.

Qin Yirou...changed the score he voted for Liu Kaisheng's studio?

No, he didn't vote "Star Wish" to the studio. Why is there this monitoring?

In the second video, Qin Yirou popped up his "Despair" for some reason, and then a clear male voice explained his story in detail, and Meng Xing was taken aback when he heard the voice.

He remembered the voice.

Just yesterday, the young man handed him a tissue and said to him that he hoped there would be more.

The third video is a video of him playing "Despair" yesterday afternoon, and the only person standing outside the window at that time. Only that person can record all this.

"I was dropped out of school and will move out of the dormitory in three days. I don't know where to go, and I don't have any money."

"No need to move. I'll handle it for you in three days."

"Who are you? Why do you want to help me?"

"I am the guardian of the world."

...

What he said... turned out to be true.

Meng Xing pressed off the screen of his mobile phone and put it in his heart.

Did he meet the patron saint?

"Chacha, what happened in the program group today that would call me for help?"

After washing up at night, the lights in the room were turned off, and Fu Mingye lay on the bed and asked Qi Baicha next to him.

Qi Baicha was about to fall asleep, with a muffled voice: "The online upload is so full, haven't you watched it?"

"No. I don't want to click on Qin Yirou when I see Qin Yirou's name. If you hate her, I hate her, and I don't even want to look at her." Fu Mingye said, "I want to hear you tell me personally."

Qi Baicha closed her eyes and said in a light tone: "It's not that I offended me. I accidentally discovered that she had copied another child's tune. I can't see it."

"Chacha is really gentle and kind." Fu Mingye remembered that Qin Yirou had a system on his body, but it was normal for the shoddy system to go back and untie it once the mission failed. He didn't care about it.

He is more concerned about another matter.

"Chacha, call again."

"what is it call?"

"Yes, the one you called me when you begged me during the day."

"Mr. Fu, I am not begging you." I was ordering you.

"Chacha, I want to hear it." Fu Mingye turned to his side and hugged him, "other people's wives shout so."

Qi Baicha mumbled: "But I belong to your family."

Cthulhu received 10,000 critical hits, and his blood bar was cleared.

"No, it's okay, sir is fine too." The Cthulhu adult cautiously hugged his sleepy little wife, stood up and covered him with the quilt.

Qi Baicha suddenly raised his hand and pressed him down.

The young man put his head in his arms and rubbed comfortably.

The language is like a dream.