Chapter 33

The blogger behind the "Prince of the Sea Piano" account, while explaining Song Mo, had such an excited expression on his face that uninformed viewers might think he himself was the amazing one.

His face flushed red as he spoke with growing passion.

His lips kept trembling continuously.

His hands shook without pause.

"To be honest, even after I say this, you probably still won't believe it."

"Do you think I'm a water army hired by Song Mo? Do you think I took his money? After all, Song Mo's family seems very wealthy."

"But I want to tell you: no, I haven't taken a single cent from anyone."

"I made this video to help you understand Song Mo, especially when the entire internet is smearing him without even a shred of evidence."

"I'm a bit of a hot-headed youth."

When the blogger reached this point, his emotions were so overwhelming that his carefully prepared words suddenly slipped from his grasp.

He took a sip of water to calm himself.

Then, in a tone that was extremely serious and earnest, he said:

"In any country, in any nation!"

"When a Master emerges, it is the pride of the nation, the honor of the people!"

"Just like an Olympic gold medalist—every citizen shares in the glory."

"What angers me is that such a talent—indeed, a national treasure, a world asset—especially one so young—"

"Is being smeared across the entire internet, drowned in vile abuse, at a level unbearable to ordinary people, an extremely vicious cyberbullying!"

"This cannot continue. If we keep this up, we'll humiliate ourselves on the global stage. The treasures we don't value, foreigners treasure dearly."

"Japanese media, American media—all foreign outlets—will attack us and extend olive branches to Song Mo. All foreigners will welcome him. At that moment, how ashamed will we, his own 'family,' be?"

"No matter who Song Mo has offended, I want the person smearing him on this screen to stop immediately—otherwise, the consequences are beyond what you can bear…"

At the end, the blogger let out a bitter laugh.

But he no longer urged everyone to protect Song Mo.

He was filled with deep emotion, as if reminiscing.

"To be honest, I've been learning Piano since childhood, and I had real talent for it."

"I used to think I was a genius, believing most people were ordinary, while someone like me—with a striking talent in one area—could already look down on the majority."

"Until I came across Song Mo's video…"

"Honestly, many Piano Introduction learners or outsiders don't understand—you simply don't know Piano well enough. If you're lucky enough to truly step across the threshold of Piano art—"

"Or if you're lucky enough to call yourself a 'genius' and feel proud of it—"

"You'll realize that what we call 'genius' is merely a ticket to even see Song Mo's back."

At this point, the video blogger seemed to break down.

He shouted angrily: "Fuck, I'm about to cry."

"Enough. Say all this—you believe it or not, I don't care!"

Then, the video ended.

Netizens were stunned.

A Lone Donkey: Holy shit, after all that detailed explanation, I finally get it!

PinkPearls: Get what?

A Lone Donkey: Song Mo! Amazing!

Princess Fragrant: I never curse, but today… Holy shit!

BullWarrior: Holy shit!

DelicateClouds: Holy shit!

EveningBreeze: Holy shit!

A large portion of the comments section.

All of them, uniformly: Holy shit!

LastNightAtMidnight: I'm illiterate, but 'Holy shit' says it all!

Yaya: So this is what those xianxia novels mean—'genius' is just a threshold to see me?

Clouds: I also study Piano. My level… I once won second place in a national competition. This blogger is right. Outsiders only know Song Mo is amazing; only insiders know just how amazing he really is.

…

Xia Shuqin's residence.

After listening to Song Wanrou's account, Xia Shuqin, wearing her reading glasses, felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"Wanrou, is this true?"

Although she usually trusted her disciple the most,

before such a shocking truth, Xia Shuqin, for once, felt doubt—because the facts were too incredible!

Song Wanrou showed Xia Shuqin the video of Song Mo's performance in Paris.

Immediately, this elderly artist, revered throughout Huaguo, the elegant and composed old lady, leapt up from her sofa!

Literally leapt up!

Xia Shuqin exclaimed urgently: "Where's Song Mo? Why didn't he come with you?"

"Get him here right away!"

Xia Shuqin was desperate to meet Song Mo—even though the evidence was already before her, only seeing him in person could make her truly believe.

Song Wanrou sighed.

"Song Mo doesn't have time. He's currently swamped by a messy situation."

Xia Shuqin frowned. "That kid has already achieved so much—how could he get tangled up in some trashy mess?"

Don't tell me he couldn't keep it in his pants in a foreign land.

Got himself wrapped up by some foreign woman now!

Thinking about it, Song Mo is in France, so it does make some sense.

Romance, after all…

Song Wanrou said, "Teacher, you don't really go online much, do you?"

She took out her phone, opened Kuaishou, and casually found a video smearing Song Mo to show Xia Shuqin.

She said seriously, "Song Mo somehow offended the young lady of the Leng Family, and she's having him blacklisted across the entire internet. He's trying to figure out how to clear his name now."

Xia Shuqin's usually excellent composure could no longer be maintained.

She cursed angrily, "Bullshit!"

"Who would pin such a charge on our own Master?"

"The Leng Family? What Leng Family!"

"How come I never heard of such a fearsome Leng Family!"

Song Wanrou considerately opened a search on her phone and showed Leng Wanqiu's information to Xia Shuqin. After Xia Shuqin finished reading, she grew even more furious.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

"What does she think she's doing? She's shaming our entire Huaguo!"

Xia Shuqin was so angry she could barely catch her breath.

Song Wanrou hurriedly patted her back to soothe her.

Once Xia Shuqin had recovered her breath, she immediately made a phone call.

The call connected.

She started cursing him down without preamble.

"Zhang! Look at what you've done!"

"Culture, culture—this is how you manage culture?"

"Since when has public opinion become such a mess? No reasoning, only power plays?"

Xia Shuqin's interrogation came like a barrage of bullets, making Director Zhang of the Ministry of Culture on the other end of the line break out in a cold sweat, his hands already starting to tremble.

He knew Xia Shuqin—she was a highly respected veteran in the industry.

Now, being questioned by such an elder with such a severe tone and such extreme wording,

he instinctively felt something big had happened!

"Dean Xia, what's wrong? Has something gone wrong?"

Director Zhang asked cautiously.

(End of chapter)