Gong Family Villa.
Gong Youcai paced back and forth in the living room, his face etched with anxiety.
He kept looking up at the room on the second floor.
"Boss, should we go check on the young master? He's been locked in his room for days, and this isn't good…"
The housekeeper said cautiously.
Gong Ju ren had been shut in his room for several days, not coming out.
Meals were delivered to him by the housekeeper.
Even when eating, he was listless, muttering, "It's true that Yu Ge said everyone would die…"
He kept repeating it, his emotions extremely despondent.
Gong Youcai wanted to go talk to him, but he was shut out.
Seeing his once energetic son like this, Gong Youcai was very worried.
He knew the reason.
It was because Jiangnan, the old thief, had finished his "Sword of the Immortals," and his son was a loyal fan of Ling'er.
Ling'er had died.
She had been written to death by that old thief Jiangnan!
He didn't feel much himself, only a slight discomfort regarding the Wine Sword Immortal, because he was a Yue Ru supporter and had already felt that pain, being comforted by his son at the time.
"I'll go up and take a look!" Gong Youcai finally decided to have a good talk with his son.
After all, things couldn't continue like this.
His steps were heavy as he walked upstairs towards Gong Ju ren's room.
Inside the room.
Gong Ju ren lay on the bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
"So, Yu Ge really did say everyone would die…"
It was still the same phrase.
He actually knew the later plot.
He had overheard it before when Su Yu was chatting with Zhou Sisi at the Intangible Cultural Heritage event.
He had been playing on his phone and hadn't paid much attention, only catching the general idea.
Everyone would die, all the supporting characters would perish.
The only part he hadn't clearly heard was that Ling'er would also die!
Therefore, his affection for Ling'er had become even more intense.
But the result…
When he saw the end, he broke down.
His faith had collapsed…
At this moment.
The door was knocked.
Gong Ju ren didn't bother to answer.
The door was opened.
It was his father, Gong Youcai.
He came to the bedside, sat down, and looked at Gong Ju ren, sighing first.
Then he gently comforted him, "Ju ren, it's just a novel, don't take it too seriously. Tragedy often creates classics. Although Ling'er died in the book, she lives on in the hearts of all who loved her, just like you…"
Gong Ju ren's eyes flickered upon hearing this.
He turned his head blankly to look at his father.
Suddenly, his eyes reddened.
"Dad… these are the words I used to comfort you!" he said with a choked voice.
"Cough cough… it was very effective. I understood after hearing it." Gong Youcai's old face flushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"But… sob!!!" The more Gong Ju ren thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, throwing himself into his father's arms and crying like a child.
His father could curse that old thief Jiangnan to vent his anger,
but he himself couldn't.
Jiangnan was Yu Ge.
Yu Ge was the god in his heart!
How could he curse him!
Under Gong Youcai's comfort.
Gong Ju ren gradually recovered.
"Youcai, let's go out for some fresh air. What if you get stuffy staying in here?" Gong Youcai said earnestly.
"No, I don't want to go out!" Gong Ju ren waved his hands repeatedly.
He was in a bad mood.
He didn't want to go out!
"Then… you haven't had lunch yet, right? Should I ask the housekeeper to bring you something?" Gong Youcai tested the waters.
"Mhm," Gong Ju ren nodded.
Seeing that he was improving, Gong Youcai quickly got up and went out, asking the housekeeper to arrange food.
Watching his father's retreating back, Gong Ju ren sighed.
"To express my dissatisfaction, I won't see Yu Ge for a week!"
This was his silent protest against Su Yu.
It was also his mourning for his goddess, Ling'er.
Gong Ju ren sat up from the bed.
The curtains were drawn in the room, making it somewhat dark.
He walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.
Sunlight shone on his face but couldn't warm the chill in his heart.
[The God's Call!! Answer quickly!!]
Suddenly, a ringtone sounded from his phone.
Gong Ju ren reflexively rushed to the bedside table and picked up his phone.
This was the ringtone he had specially recorded for Su Yu.
Whenever this ringtone sounded, he would answer immediately.
"Answering the phone doesn't count as meeting!"
Gong Ju ren gritted his teeth. After a brief mental preparation, he pressed the answer button.
"Yu… Yu Ge." His voice was somewhat depressed.
It was the kind of feeling where one lost interest in everything.
"Little Gong, come to the company to record a song." Su Yu's voice came from the other end of the phone.
Gong Ju ren froze for half a second, and then a brilliant smile instantly bloomed on his previously dejected face: "Okay!!"
"China Youth Theme Song" participated songs were in the campus network's event column.
This was an event for all art colleges.
The participants were naturally students from various institutions.
To prevent everyone from voting for their own schools, turning the event into a popularity contest based on student numbers,
the voting stage would not display the singer or producer information of the songs.
Schools were also prohibited from revealing the participating tracks during the voting period.
This was to ensure that the undisputed number one was chosen by everyone.
May arrived.
The submission period had ended, and public voting had begun.
Students from various universities were enthusiastically
heading to the website to listen to songs and vote for their favorites.
Although this type of university event had decent popularity,
it still couldn't compare to the "Ace City Competition."
In one day, it would be the third episode of the "Ace City Competition."
Shen Jinghong's popularity continued to soar due to his identity as the closed-door disciple of the Song God.
Of course, no matter how high his popularity, it was still slightly less than Ting Yu.
This time, it was Ting Yu's new style again.
Fans and casual listeners alike had their expectations sky-high.
"If Ting Yu wins again, he'll truly be considered an all-rounder. After all, he's covered mainstream genres, and has even taken first place in each one."
"Four months, four consecutive championships. In March, he also dominated the top three of the new song charts. Such achievements are enough for an ordinary ace producer to brag about for a lifetime. Ting Yu's goal should be twelve consecutive championships."
"Speaking of which, Ting Yu really has the capital to be arrogant. Considering that every song of his is a hit, there are few ace producers who can achieve this."
"Then we'll have to see if his folk music is really that good."
"Ting Yu's opponent this time is Liu Quanlin, one of the top folk musicians."
"Liu Quanlin's current status in the folk music circle is entirely due to his solid skills. If Ting Yu underestimates him, he'll suffer greatly."
Regarding the discussions on Weibo,
the internal "Ace" group also joined in,
"@Liu Quanlin, are you confident? In folk music, you've only lost to Chen Shuhao."
"Losing to Chen Shuhao is normal, after all, he was at his peak then, and folk music was also his specialty."
"@Liu Quanlin, are you pretending to be a master by not speaking?"
"I heard Liu Quanlin's song this time is top-tier inventory, maybe it can really make Ting Yu stumble."
"If that's the case, then Liu Quanlin will make a fortune, gaining both fame and fortune!"
Eliminating Ting Yu would allow him to collect a bonus from Ding Sheng Entertainment.
This was something everyone in the industry knew.
So, not only would he get money, but he would also be the first person to defeat Ting Yu.
Under everyone's pestering,
Liu Quanlin finally emerged.
"Do you all look down on me? Who in folk music does Liu Quanlin fear? Just keep spamming '666,' I'll handle the rest."
His words were filled with confidence.
Instantly, he gained the admiration of everyone in the group.
At this moment.
In a certain apartment.
Hidden One No. 2, Li Shaojun, quietly pressed the screenshot button.
He let out a long sigh.
"Heh heh, gotcha!!"