"Chen An, where did you go this night?" Cheng Xia said in a hurried tone.

"I'm sleeping." Chen An shrugged.

"Where are you still sleeping? How worried are you? What's going on on the Internet?" Cheng Xia asked worriedly.

"It's okay, they misunderstood. The person in the video is also me." Chen An explained.

"If you tell the truth, that means everything they say online is false?" Cheng Xia said half-convinced.

"Of course it's fake." Chen An reassured her.

"Oh my god, that's great, but it scares me to death. Please clarify it quickly and don't let the matter ferment anymore." Cheng Xia was really frightened all night.

"Okay."

Chen An smiled and hung up the phone. Originally, he wasn't going to explain anything. They would know it in a few days anyway, but it looked like it wouldn't work anymore.

After all, I don’t want to explain the phone numbers of a bunch of people on my phone one by one.

Chen An edited a Weibo post and sent it out. The content was very simple.

"Don't guess, the person in the video is me, but the picture is too blurry to see clearly. This is a video of my performance at Tianzhou Conservatory of Music. I am a senior student at Tianzhou Conservatory of Music.

"

As soon as this micro-neck was posted, the whole Internet immediately started an uproar. They all felt that either Chen An had plagiarized it or bought the lyrics, and no one even thought that it was Chen An himself in the video.

"Holy crap, Teacher Chen responded. The person in the video is actually Teacher Chen himself?"

"Damn it, that's what it is!"

"Made, let me tell you that it is impossible for Teacher Chen to plagiarize. The anti-fans come out and speak to me!"

Following Chen An's reply, someone confirmed Chen An's words online and posted photos, proving that the person on the stage was indeed Chen An.

After all, there were more than 13,000 people in the venue at that time, so there is no way this kind of thing can be faked. And as long as you investigate, you will find that Chen An is really a student at Tianzhou Conservatory of Music.

Those anti-fans who were mindlessly trolling Chen An and gloating about his misfortune seemed to have evaporated at this moment, disappearing without a trace one by one.

And some of the anti-fans who were criticized were so unbearable that they had closed the comment area, and they were like turtles who didn't dare to show their faces.

After receiving the news, Su Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go of his worried heart: "Let me just say that Chen An is not such a person. I really did not misjudge him."

"A loser like Bai Po can't hold the position of captain at all. I will remove his captaincy and let him be a member of the team honestly."

Wen Tianshi also agreed very much with this decision and went out to deal with the matter with a laugh.

And Cui Fang also let out a sigh of relief. This episode scared him so much.

Lin Wanqing looked at Chen An's slim neck, patted her chest and said, "I said I won't misjudge the person. How could you plagiarize?"

The blogger who previously tweeted about Chen An's plagiarism has now been sprayed with blood, and the comment section is full of curses.

"Bullshit, you just said that I, Teacher Chen, plagiarized, right? If you figured it out, just post it randomly and come out and talk to me!"

"You dare to make up anything for the sake of traffic, and you still have to analyze it. Otherwise, you can analyze and analyze when you will die. This is more reliable."

"It's a big shark arm. What I said before is very clear. No matter how hard Teacher Chen wants to speak, Teacher Chen responded. Are you satisfied this time?"

The reason why the blogger posted that was really just for traffic, but no one expected that it would end like this. This time he really shot himself in the foot. He got the traffic he wanted, but it was all because of scolding himself.

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He really couldn't bear it and finally posted an apology on Weibo.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I made random assumptions about Teacher Chen's plagiarism without understanding the matter clearly, and at the same time I posted on Weibo to guide everyone. I was really wrong."

"I'm sorry, Teacher Chen, I'm sorry to Teacher Chen's fans, I really know I was wrong."

The program team of musicians from all over the country also let out a sigh of relief at this time, and the chief director even slumped in his chair with a look of relief on his face.

"Oh my God, if you do this a few more times, I'm going to have a heart attack."

The fans reacted after they relieved themselves for a while.

"What, Teacher Chen is still a senior?"

"Holy crap, hasn't Teacher Chen graduated yet?"

"Why do I feel that in my impression, Mr. Chen has been in the music scene for many years, and he is almost equal to those kings and queens. He doesn't feel like a newcomer at all."

"Who says it's not the case? Subconsciously, I always thought that Mr. Chen had already become famous. Who would have thought that he hasn't graduated yet?"

"Trivia, Mr. Chen participated in the National Musicians two months ago. It was his first appearance. However, his songs became popular and were always on the hot search, which gave us a feeling that he had already been there for a long time.

The illusion of fame.”

"Two months ago, I was a senior student. Two months later, I have become popular all over the Internet. I have 18 million micro-neck followers. Who would have imagined this?"

While netizens were amazed, Chen An's cell phone rang again, and he answered the call helplessly without looking at who it was.

"I have gone online to clarify. The misunderstanding has been cleared. You don't have to worry about me anymore. I'm fine."

On the other end of the phone, Chen An did not take a deep breath and give him a few words of advice as he imagined, but hesitated and said.

"Hello, I am from Misheng Game Company. Are you Teacher Chen?"

Chen An was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then subconsciously sat up and said, "I am, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, it's like this. Our company has a game called Fantasy Jianghu. We would like to ask you to write a theme song for one of the game professions. What do you think?"

"Write a theme song for a game?" Chen An was a little surprised.

"Correct." The person on the phone confirmed.

"I can find out more about it, but do you know my fees?" Chen An thought for a moment and asked.

"Understood. If you don't have any objections, can you please come to the company tomorrow and we will introduce our game to you." The person on the phone said.

"Okay, then let's do it at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Chen An agreed.

"Okay, I'll send you the address later. Just call me when you get here." The person on the phone said politely.

Chen An hung up the phone and checked the company and their games online.

In Chen An's impression, this game is almost seven or eight years old and has always been very popular. Many classmates around him are playing it.

It’s just that Chen An didn’t play many games at that time and didn’t know what kind of game this fantasy world was.
Chapter completed!