She had enrolled in an advanced photography class recently and had been studying busily. At that moment, she was rushing her homework and her mind was a blur.
She moved her mouse and was about to click on something when she suddenly froze.
Another trending search caught her attention.
#NationalSchoolBeauty
She clicked in. An account with millions of fans was trending. Meng Qiqi knew this person. This account was nicknamed the Influencer Manufacturing Machine. In the industry, they accepted money to post up photos, and they hired a whole heap of fake fans to create hype.
However, this account was smart. All their fake fans were active accounts so people were led to believe that their comments were sincere.
But the most interesting thing was that Meng Qiqi noticed the stage that this âNational School Beautyâ was on. It was exactly the same as the one that Song Yaoyao was on in her videoâ¦
âTchââ
Meng Qiqi smacked her lips and snapped back to reality.
It seemed, someone wasnât targeting her. She was simply standing in someoneâs way.
She didnât think much of it. If one wanted to be famous, they had to spend some money. Whether a celebrity or an influencer, they were all packaged âproductsâ.
Meng Qiqi clicked into it and had a listen. The girl sang well and her appearance was decent.
She looked lovely and beautiful even though she was sitting in a wheelchair.
Unfortunately, something better had set the bar, so no matter how pleasant it sounded, it was only average in Meng Qiqiâs ears.
She took a look at the comments. As expected, it was filled with praises.
Whenever there was a comment that criticized her even the slightest, it would disappear after a refresh.
Someone was deleting the comments.
âTo be honest, if my girlfriend looked like that, I would be so proud!â
âShe sings so well and sheâs so beautiful. Please debut as a real singer!â
âWhat a pleasure to watch!â
âAlthough there are flaws, this was really good for a student. Also, the equipment isnât professional. Iâll be honest, sheâs really impressive.â
âThis is what you call singing. What the hell was âServe My Countryâ? It was soft without any power! I wanted to vomit listening to it! Ughâ¦â
Meng Qiqi was furious when she saw this. Anyone with even the slightest bit of background would be able to see the quality of Song Yaoyaoâs zither skills.
Moreover, how did her song not contain any power? Although her voice was sweet, it was filled with charm. Combined with the fierceness of the music, her gentle voice created quite an image!
Although this other song was decent, how could it compare?
Unable to contain her anger, she gritted her teeth and argued back: âHow can you praise one and insult another? Do fake fans have no brains?â
The next day. It was rare for Song Yaoyao to sleep in.
She revealed her head from underneath the covers. After she swiped through the comments from the previous night, she realized she had made it on the search rankings.
Song Yaoyao had no idea about this.
In just a few days, she had already made it on the search rankings twice.
How envious would the celebrities who tried hard but never made it on the rankings feel?
How much money would they have to spend?
Tang Xinrou: âPrecious, letâs debut together!â
Luo Xinguang: âBrat, who knew you were so multitalented!â
Meng Qiqi: Someone paid to get you taken off the rankings. A girl from the same school took your place. Do you know her? [Image attached]
Song Yaoyao had just woken up so she was still a little sleepy. She was a bit curious when she saw all the messages she received so early in the morningâ¦
Untilâ¦
She saw the image that Meng Qiqi sent. It was Song Jingwanâs elegant and lovely face.
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