Chapter 63.1

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Shen Xingsui held the phone like a hot potato.

Wang Meican was still looking at him curiously, so Shen Xingsui withdrew his hand a little, and said in a faltering manner, "Wang-jie, it's not that I don't want to show you, but I don't usually use this trumpet, I only use it today because of this matter. So... uhm..."

The agent also saw how unwilling Shen Xingsui was.

Originally, she actually didn't need to monitor this account activity, as it was clear that Shen Xingsui had long since abandoned it. It's only after seeing Shen Xingsui trying so hard to hide it does it arouse her curiosity. But since the youth resisted it so much, she wouldn't cross this line by forcing him to confess.

Wang Meican smiled and said, "It's okay, if you really don't want to tell me, then no need."

Shen Xingsui finally breathed a sigh of relief!

After returning to this trumpet, he saw many traces of the past. The last Weibo he posted was two years ago. At that time, Fu Jinxiao once again won three Best Actor awards. There were quite a few netizens who followed along and gave him their congratulations. While this happened two years ago, the comment section looked lively.

[Gege is the best!]

[I knew it, Madam would post a congratulation right away.]

[He proved himself once again!]

However, of course there were netizens who came to talk smack. This type of person was everywhere, like a stubborn toe fungus.

[It's your idol who won the award, not you. Stop being so excited, lol. So annoying.]

[Some fans are really funny, they're as excited as actually winning it themselves.]

[Well, what do you expect from useless people like them? This is probably the only time they "won" something.]

[Can your idol give you the honor and money if they won?]

[Definitely not! He won't come to rescue you either.]

These comments were very annoying. It's as if the fans were idiots – of course they knew they were very far from their idol.

While the idols themselves cannot physically save the fans from danger, it doesn't matter. Only those who have really pursued idols will understand that there is really no need for idols to go to mountains and seas to come to you. It's enough for them to be that small spark of joy that lightens up your day. The one last hope to keep you going through your day.

Shen Xingsui opened the private message tab. Apart from the greetings from his online friends, the other private chat window was Fu Jinxiao's.

He sent many messages to Fu Jinxiao.

He also have received many auto-reply messages.

He scrolled further and further, and finally...

He found a musical score. It was written on ordinary rice paper with an ordinary black pen. It looked very messy at first glance, but the melody and chord progression was still clear.

However, this music score wasn't the one that was in the center of the scandal. He had written many, many songs, and sent them to Fu Jinxiao. He must've misremembered as to which one he sent.

It's a pity, but this couldn't be served as evidence.

To be on the safe side, Shen Xingsui said softly to Wang Meican, "Wang-jie, I have one of my old composition here. It's not the one Jian Zhi took. But, this one can't be regarded as completely unrelated, because the sub-key of this song and that one are basically the same. You see, because I self-study music at the beginning, I began to develop a bad habit. In the past, I only knew how to play around with the thirteen chords in the orthodox sense1if this sounded like gibberish... because it probably is. Idk about the technical side of music, so I just use the literal translations., which is different from what many professionals use – the eighteen chords. This is true for these two songs, which I composed back during my high school years. You see, this turning point on the chord progression around the chorus right here is my personal habit, which is why it sounded the same — they both are E minor."

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