At 7:30 in the evening, Thanapon walked down from the second floor with his guitar.
Topten was sitting on a high stool by the bar counter, stood up, “Ping hasn’t come yet? Do you think he’ll come?”
“Don’t know,” Thanapon walked towards the stage, “If he doesn’t come, I’ll go to the production team to find him tomorrow.”
“Are you going to beat him up?” Topten was eager to try, “Then I’ll go with you.”
Thanapon took the song list for tonight from the server’s phone and browsed through it from top to bottom.
“Hey, have you checked Weibo?” Topten nudged him with his elbow again, “The production team bought you a trending topic.”
“No.”
Topten handed the phone to him, “Here, it’s still trending, ‘Thanapon beats up members of Urban Collapse band’, take a look.”
Thanapon didn’t take it, his gaze still on the song list, “I don’t want to see.”
“You have to see it, the comments below want to label you as a gangster. If you don’t want to read, I’ll read it for you,” Topten said, opening a popular Weibo post and reading the comments below, “This one says, ‘The members of Urban Collapse are really pitiful, being beaten up like this…'”
Thanapon reached out and took the phone from him.
Compared to listening to Topten’s exaggerated reading of these comments, he would rather take a glance himself.
Sure enough, the comments below were heated:
“These members of Urban Collapse are really pitiful, being beaten up like this, can they still compete normally?”
“Isn’t there any criminal responsibility for beating people up like this?! Does the production team not care?”
“I heard that Thanapon was expelled from school because of a fight, he’s just a high school dropout thug.”
“I heard it was because Urban Collapse told Thanapon in advance that they would choose their band, and then Thanapon started the fight… He really can’t take losing.”
“If you can’t take losing, why participate in any competition? Just keep performing in the bar.”
“Even with this situation, they’re not letting them withdraw from the competition? Asperatus must have connections!”
…
Topten encouraged him, “Didn’t you just apply for Weibo? Why not post an explanation.”
“Not posting.” Thanapon, with little interest, looked at a few comments and handed the phone back to him.
“Pon, can you stop being so indifferent… If you don’t post, I’ll explain on behalf of the band account for you. This is really twisting the truth!”
“Posting will only make things worse,” Thanapon handed the song list to the server, “Just don’t look at it.”
He didn’t care about the online public opinion at all.
If Topten hadn’t brought it over for him to see, he wouldn’t have been interested in knowing how those strangers were evaluating and perceiving him.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, Thanapon took it out, and Topten keenly glanced at the caller ID, “Ping? Is he really coming?”
Thanapon stood up and walked to the area near the stairs, answering the call, “Director Ping.”
“Thanapon,” Ping said on the other end of the phone, “I’m outside your bar. How about you come out, and we find a place to talk?”
“I don’t have much time,” Thanapon said, “You come in, and we’ll talk on the second floor of the bar.”
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