The boss wants me to fall asleep every night

When Shen Heqiu walked into the recording studio of the program, he was sensitively aware of countless strange eyes gathered.

He paused as he stepped in, and stood there hesitantly.

Why is everyone looking at him?

The players who flocked to him when they saw him in the past had a hesitant look on their faces, as if they were worried about something, and there were doubts in their gazes, unlike the previous enthusiasm for admiration.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian, who was beside Shen Heqiu, also frowned. He realized something, and just about to speak, he saw the staff of the program team coming up to him.

Before he had time to stop him, the other party moved closer to them and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qiu, did you... read Weibo hot searches this morning?"

Shen Heqiu was slightly taken aback, then shook his head.

He doesn't have the habit of checking Weibo frequently, and during the period when he couldn't sing, he was also quite repulsed by the public opinion on Weibo, so he seldom went to watch it.

What happened to Weibo?

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened the Weibo hot search interface.

The tag of #Autumn打篇# is on the top of the hot search list, followed by a deep red word "explosion".

Click on the hot search, and the first item is a Weibo post by a big V named "Maverick Music Critic".

[A while back, a certain traffic singer made a big splash when she came back on a certain talent show, so I paid attention to it.Everyone knows that I am a person who has always said something. I have never been used to this kind of unprofessional person jumping around in the music scene, let alone this is a plagiarist. 】This big V has a lot of fans. As soon as this Weibo was published, the comments below immediately exploded.

[? ? ?What's going on, the old man suddenly released melons early in the morning? 】

[The traffic singer who came back a while ago...isn't it just one, AUT, Lao Te is directly referring to Gang by name. 】【excu color me?When did my Jiujiu plagiarize? Don’t use the silly marketing account to spread rumors, okay? 】【Jiujiu's every song is his own original, don't label it indiscriminately, thank you】【... The fans came quite quickly, but let's find out before opening the mic, okay?Lao Te is not a marketing account. 】【Not a marketing account?At first glance, this blogger took money to be a navy black belt, okay? If there is no evidence, he starts to push. ] The comment area was in a mess, but the music critic quickly posted a new Weibo.

[@北异勒行乐计人V: I always have a hammer when I speak, some fans, don’t worry, let you ask for a hammer now. [Audio][Audio comparison][Screenshot of release time comparison]][Grass?Really hammer?Are these tracks going to be stacked together? 】【So aut copied Teacher Qu's song!

[The time on the screenshot is indeed Mr. Qu Ming's earlier, the track overlap is so high, the chorus of AUT's "Fuchun" and the chorus of Mr. Qu's "Wake Up" are almost the same melody, just slightly changed It's just an adjustment, and this has been hammered so hard that it can't be hammered anymore. 】【Who knows if it's P's picture?Who knows who copied whom! 】

[[Picture] [Picture] I just checked it out, the screenshot does not have a P, and the time is real. 】【No, Teacher Qu is too miserable. He is also an original music producer. It is so uncomfortable to have his hard work stolen. AUT is too disgusting. Well, plagiarists are basically habitual offenders, if there is one, there are two. Has anyone picked up other songs of AUT? 】【Plagiarism maggots get out of the entertainment industry】

[I feel disgusted after listening to your song]

[I lost my fans, I'm very disappointed, autumn you failed the autumnal equinox]

[The album "Fuchun" made a lot of money, right?Using other people's things to make money is really superb] [I have never liked AUT, it really is my intuition, I am a bad person]...

The malicious and slanderous remarks plunged into his vision in an instant.

Shen Heqiu's face was pale, and his hands and feet became cold and numb in an instant.

His breathing became short, his nails tremblingly dug into the flesh on his wrist, he used too much force, the blood meandered down from the wound, fell to the ground and smashed a few drops of red plums.

The oxygen and blood in his whole body seemed to be sucked away, making him feel cold and shivering.

He seemed to be held in mid-air by something, unable to get up or down.

The spasm in the stomach made Shen Heqiu bend down with a blank mind, panting became violent, and the black suffocation made him stiff, as if he would be bent and crushed in the next second.

"Shen Heqiu...Shen Heqiu!" Zhao Qian didn't stop Shen Heqiu from flipping through Weibo, as soon as he saw his current appearance, he knew something was wrong.

He anxiously shouted a few times, but Shen and Qiu didn't respond to his voice.

Zhao Qian stretched out his hand to pull him again, trying to make Shen and Qiu stop pinching him so hard, but he was repelled and avoided.

There was a lot of discussion around, and the staff who came to explain to them were probably also frightened, and stood aside with a blank expression.

Zhao Qian was helpless, he dialed Yi Sheng's number according to the first thought that came to his mind.

Shen Heqiu was trapped in the empty emotions, as if stuck in a quagmire that could not be pulled out.

His breath was burning, and in the blink of an eye, tears rolled down sorely from his unrestrained eye sockets.

He felt very tired, and the ringing in his ears was so sharp that he felt like he was going to smash his head off for making this noise.

"Chirp..."

Shen Heqiu heard a voice, and that voice joined the tinnitus, making him cover his ears unbearably, coughing with tears.

That voice probably sensed his resistance, and it didn't appear again, replaced by a hot embrace.

A hand stretched out, forcibly separated the fingers pinching his wrist, and then grabbed his two wrists, controlling them not to move.

Shen and Qiu instinctively wanted to struggle, but the next second

The kiss was delicate and gentle, spreading from his forehead, eyes, nose tip to his lips.

Gently and intimately comforting his tears that kept falling, his trembling and chilling whole body.

Shen Heqiu gradually calmed down under such patient and gentle appeasement.

The tinnitus that drilled from the ears to the head also disappeared like an ebb tide, and the blurred vision gradually became clear.

Yi Sheng lowered his head and plucked the sweat-drenched hair on Shen Heqiu's forehead: "Is it better?"

Shen Heqiu's voice was half-swallowed vaguely: "Mmm..."

He grabbed the cloth in front of Yi Cheng and waited for a long time before he completely escaped from the dangling fear, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He took a breath and looked around with tears in his eyes.

He is no longer at the recording site of the program group. This is his backstage lounge.

Yi Cheng brought Shen Heqiu over when his consciousness was in confusion.

As soon as he received Zhao Qian's call, he rushed over in a hurry, for fear of delaying a second.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, and nothing happened to his little Nightingale.

Shen Heqiu slowly came to his senses. He raised his face and looked at Yi Sheng's slightly solemn expression, feeling a little uneasy.

Did Mr. Yi see it just now?

Isn't the appearance of his illness particularly frightening?Will Mr. Yi leave him?

Shen Heqiu was thinking wildly, the big palm holding his wrist slightly loosened, but the rough fingertips climbed onto his wrist, rubbing against the bleeding red mark that he pinched hard just now, where the blood had been wiped away. It was clean and the bleeding had largely stopped.

"Does it hurt?" Yi Sheng's voice was slightly hoarse, as if trying to suppress some emotion.

Shen Heqiu shook his head anxiously, he opened his mouth, wondering if he should ask.

But what could he ask?

I asked Mr. Yi just now when he saw his illness, did he feel disgusted and annoying?

But after asking... what can he do? If Mr. Yi answers yes, what should he do?

Before Shen Heqiu could think any further, the man grabbed his wrist, raised his hand, and kissed the red mark.

"It was so painful that I shed tears, but I still said it didn't hurt."

When Shen Heqiu heard Yi Sheng's words, they subconsciously blinked, tears streaming down their eyes.

He cried……?

He touched his cheek blankly, his palm soaked with moisture.

He put the back of his hand on his cheek, trying to wipe away the tears, but Yi Sheng's action was one step ahead of him.

Yi Sheng wiped away the two tears with his fingers, and kissed lightly on the trembling and wet eyelashes.

"Next time you want to pinch someone, just pinch me, don't pinch yourself."

Shen Heqiu was stunned, followed by Yi Cheng's words and was led away from his train of thought: "But, it will hurt..."

Yi Sheng sighed: "If you pinch yourself, it will hurt me."

Shen Heqiu understood slowly.

His ears were hot, but he felt relieved.

Mr. Yi... probably didn't notice his illness.

Otherwise, she wouldn't treat him like this again.

He must not let Mr. Yi discover his illness.

Zhao Qian stood outside the door of the lounge and waited for a while before letting Yi Sheng out.

He hurriedly asked: "Where is the person? How is the person?"

Yi Sheng's voice was cold: "It's okay, I'm asleep."

Now, Shen and Qiu are sleeping in the lounge with the same door, and Yi Sheng no longer worries about it.

His face was very gloomy, and the anger that had been suppressed in front of Shen Heqiu finally rebounded and burned three feet high.

"What's going on, tell me clearly."

Intimidated by his ruthless aura, Zhao Qian waited half a beat before saying, "It's about Weibo."

He clicked on the Weibo interface to show Yi Sheng, and explained it from beginning to end, emphasizing: "Someone must have paid to hack him, Shen and Qiu can't copy it..."

"I know."

Before Zhao Qian finished speaking, Yi Sheng interrupted him.

"I believe in him."

His little nightingale is full of the most sincere enthusiasm for music, and the bucket of black water for plagiarism should never be pinned to his little nightingale.

Zhao Qian's expression was complicated.

He always felt that not only his little cabbage was planted, but also the pig that had grown the cabbage.

He was about to continue talking when the phone in his hand rang suddenly.

When Zhao Qian saw the caller, he frowned.

Lu Qiu?Why is he calling.

The timing was so coincidental that Zhao Qian couldn't help but wonder if Lu Qiu did this hot search.

Zhao Qian picked up the phone with doubts: "Hello."

When Lu Qiu heard the call connected, there was a little arrogance in his tone that he didn't have when we met before: "Brother Zhao."

"I saw the things on the hot search."

"I can help you."

Zhao Qian frowned at that "Brother Zhao", it would be better for Shen Heqiu to call him "rich".

He said impatiently: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of fart quickly, don't whine like a little bitch."

Lu Qiu's face turned red from being blocked by this series of vulgar words, and he shouted angrily: "I have evidence in my hand that can prove that Shen Heqiu didn't copy it!"

When Zhao Qian heard this, he immediately became serious: "You have? Where did you get it?"

The author has something to say: the foreplay of the dog biting the dog has begun×

Blow on Jiujiu's wound, it won't hurt

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