After Marrying The Evil God

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Meng Xing won first place at the Vieria International Competition and became famous in one fell swoop. The news quickly spread back to China, and his award-winning piano performance went viral. The media rushed to report that the Chinese people were very proud, praising Meng Xing for making China more brilliant.

The more outstanding Meng Xing became, the more disgusting Qin Yirou's behavior seemed. But by now, no one paid any attention to her anymore. Qin Yirou was imprisoned, and was banned by her company. All of the works related to the infamous artist were taken off the shelves. After disappearing from the public for just a few days, no one cared about her anymore. At most, people would criticize her a bit when they occasionally thought of her.

Meng Xing stood at the height he was supposed to, and became a dazzling star.

"The star is finally shining; he can fulfill dean-mama's wish. Why is a passer-by like me also excited?"

"I've been moved to tears. From 'Despair' to 'Hope,' the change was too shocking. The person who exposed the truth was so kind."

"In the end, who made that post..."

Qi Baicha watched the video of Meng Xing's performance at the Vieria Competition in his home, the barrage scrolling in front of him. He closed his eyes, listening intently to the sound of Meng Xing's piano playing.

He lifted the corner of his lips slightly.

The gods had been silently guarding the world for millions of years, never receiving acknowledgement, never receiving rewards, never receiving responses. It was a lonely practice.

This song made him very happy when he listened to it.

———

School.

"Finally finished filming; it hasn't been easy." Liu Kaisheng said with a long sigh of relief, "There really have been a lot of things happening recently."

"There has been quite a lot." Cui Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodding in agreement.

Because of various accidents, the recording period that was originally supposed to be just one week only concluded after being dragged out until summer break, during which they also had to rush announcements. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, which was a kind of torture for both the guests and staff.

Jiang Yan didn't partake in their conversation, looking around for Yu Yin's figure.

Where did that little siren go? I obviously saw him still here just now.

In a temporary dressing room, a teenager was sitting on a chair. His eyes were lowered, and his pale lips moved slightly: "Hot."

His assistant hugged their arms, shivering from the cold: "Xiao Yu, the air conditioner's already at 16°C, how are you still hot? It's so cold that I can't stand it anymore."

Something had been off about Yu Yin from earlier; he had shut himself in the air-conditioned room to enjoy the cool. His assistant thought it was because he was hot, but this temperature was too low.

Yu Yin still said: "Hot."

Assistant: "..." Did the little ancestor not only think differently from normal people, but also have a different temperature perception from others?

It was currently hot outside, but he had lowered the air conditioning temperature again and again, and the little ancestor always only said one word, "hot."

His assistant looked at the quiet teenager who had his head down, silently sighing.

This kid... he really does sing well, he just has an introverted and antisocial personality, and his ability to speak is a little impaired. In the beginning, he was only willing to talk to Director Sun alone, and his singing was also just vocalization; very rarely were there lyrics.