yournovel Chapter 203 I will definitely not reveal your identity
Chapter 203 I will definitely not reveal your identity
Chapter 203 I will definitely not reveal your identity
Yu Huan stood in front of the sink.
He washed his hands in the slightly steaming water and then strode into the living room.
The television screen was showing Hunan TV channel, and Cai Jianya was singing "Red High Heels" with great emotion.
How can I best describe you? What can I compare you to that would make you truly special?
I sat back down in my usual spot on the sofa.
Yu Chengcheng handed him a segment of pomelo and teased, "Brother Huan, did you fall into the toilet?"
Yu Huan shrugged and replied with feigned seriousness, "That's right, it took me a long time to climb out."
Several girls, who have a low threshold for laughter, burst into laughter in unison, some of them thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Yu Songnian suddenly suggested, "Huan-ge, the weather will be great tomorrow. We were just discussing going to the botanical garden, having a barbecue at noon, and then watching the fireworks at Orange Isle in the evening. What do you think?"
"I'm fine with anything, I don't want to spoil the fun, you can arrange it." Yu Huan nodded slightly, while breaking off a small piece of red pomelo and putting it in her mouth to chew.
Seeing that Yu Huan had also expressed his opinion, Yu Songnian suddenly slapped Yu Huan's thigh and asked excitedly, "Brother Huan, do you want to play some games together?"
If everyone gets reborn, who's going to play games?
However, I understand that these young people might find it boring and restless to just sit together and watch TV during the holidays.
So he swallowed the pomelo in his mouth and said, "You guys go ahead. There's some work to do at the newspaper. I have to stay home tonight and write an article. I'll have to work overtime."
Upon hearing this, Yu Songnian turned to Yu Chengcheng first, raised his eyebrows and said, "Sister Cheng, watching TV is so boring, let's go to an internet cafe, I'll show you how to fly?"
"forget it!"
Yu Chengcheng shook her head, glancing at him with a hint of disdain in her eyes:
"With your skill level, you think you can carry me?"
"It's not like I'm taking you to play Audition Online!" Yu Songnian rubbed his forehead and recommended, "There's a really popular game right now called League of Legends. It's super fun and easy to pick up!"
Yu Chengcheng slumped lazily on the sofa: "Too lazy to get started, too lazy to play."
Yu Songnian thought for a moment and then suggested, "How about we go to karaoke? It's on me!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Chengcheng immediately perked up, sat up straight with great interest, and excitedly replied, "Karaoke? That sounds great!"
However, Lei Yao looked at her with a mixture of worry and lingering fear, and interjected, "Chengcheng, let's just forget it. You sing—"
“If Sister Orange wants to sing, then let’s go!” Yu Songnian interrupted her with a smile. “I’ll accompany you to the very end!”
Xu Qian nodded in agreement.
Yu Huan caught a glimpse of Xu Qian's action and thought to himself, "This girl really doesn't understand the deadly singing voice that has been passed down through the Yu family."
Once Yu Chengcheng and Yu Songnian take turns performing, they'll soon understand what it means to be ignorant of the darkness of the night and what it means to know you're wrong.
He coughed slightly: "Qianqian bought so much fruit, she can't finish it all. You can take some to the KTV."
"Aren't you going?" Yu Chengcheng stuffed a large piece of pomelo into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and said, "You're going to be busy on New Year's Day, really?"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "That's how it is in journalism; there are always many unexpected things to deal with."
"Brother, are you a reporter?" Lei Yao asked curiously, taking small bites of a pomelo.
She didn't know that Yu Huan was only a few months older than Yu Chengcheng.
Yu Songnian patted Yu Huan on the shoulder and proudly introduced, "My brother Huan is the director of the new media department of a provincial newspaper!"
Before Lei Yao could react, Yu Huan brushed his hand away: "Bullshit, Director, go sing your karaoke!"
Upon seeing this, Lei Yao immediately realized that Yu Songnian was joking, but she didn't press him further.
"Are you really that busy?" Yu Songnian asked him earnestly.
"So busy!" Yu Huan nodded.
Soon after, the group of people went out laughing and chatting.
Through the closed door, Yu Huan could hear their footsteps fading into the distance.
Once the noise subsided, Yu Huan began tidying up and cleaning the living room.
I put the remaining fruit on the TV cabinet and brought out my laptop and iPhone from the bedroom.
After taking the phone out of the box, insert the SIM card and turn it on.
According to Yu Chengcheng, the prepaid card came from a virtual operator called Lycamobile, which uses the US T-Mobile network and can roam on the GSM network.
GSM belongs to 2G and is currently the most widely used mobile phone standard, used in more than 200 countries and regions worldwide.
my country's China Mobile 2G and China Unicom 2G networks both use the GSM standard, so there's absolutely no need to worry about signal issues.
Meanwhile, this iPhone 5 is an unlocked US version, which can use SIM cards from the three major Chinese carriers, although the US version can only use a single SIM card.
After connecting to WiFi and setting up her account, Yu Huan briefly explored the phone's functions.
After confirming that everything was normal, I left it aside.
He sat on the soft fabric sofa, leaned forward slightly, and opened his laptop.
First, log in to the website and download Cubase.
This professional music production software can not only be used for arranging music, but also for mixing, mastering and other post-production work, fully meeting the needs of the entire music production process.
Of course, his primary task right now is to gain a deeper understanding of music arrangement.
While the software was downloading, Yu Huan opened a document editor and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.
Overall, I occasionally type, focus on researching music production software, often watch Hunan TV's New Year's Eve Gala, and occasionally fiddle with my iPhone.
Time slips away unnoticed.
It felt like just yesterday that midnight had passed.
The hosts from Hunan TV have already begun giving their closing remarks, with the voices of the Happy Family and the Day Day Brothers echoing in the air.
Yu Huan picked up the remote control and switched to Blue Channel.
The New Year's Eve concert here has already come to an end.
He leaned back and slumped into the sofa, watching helplessly as the screen went into commercial break.
Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table vibrated.
He picked it up and saw it was a QQ message from Yu Songnian: 'Brother Huan, come to Pozi Street for fish mouth!'
Yu Huan shook her slightly stiff neck, her fingers tapping lightly on the screen: 'You guys just left the karaoke bar?'
"Not yet! We're preparing to leave!" Yu Songnian replied. In Xingcheng, midnight is just the beginning of the nightlife.
Five or six hours had passed since dinner, and Yu Huan felt hungry.
He quickly typed: 'I'll be there at 1 o'clock sharp.'
"No problem! Let's sing a little longer." Yu Songnian replied quickly.
After sending two 'ok' emojis, Yu Huan put down her phone.
Pick up your laptop, place it gently on your lap, and comfortably slouch in the soft sofa.
He opened the webpage, entered a long and complex password, and successfully logged into the official Sina Weibo account of Jiangnan Morning Post.
After more than a month of operation, the number of Weibo followers has now climbed to 5.3 million.
He entered keywords into the Weibo search box and conducted a detailed search to verify the accuracy of the relevant information.
Then, he turned to the Weibo editing box.
After careful consideration, he typed on the keyboard, and with each stroke of his fingertips, he edited a fair, objective, and factual text.
Then click send:
[#WongKwanChungForgottenAtNewYearsEveConcert# Former Beyond band member Wong Ka-Chung experienced the embarrassing situation of being 'forgotten' at the recently concluded Zhejiang TV New Year's Eve concert. As a 'special guest,' he was neither able to perform on stage nor participate in the New Year's countdown during the live broadcast, which was truly regrettable.]
Immediately afterwards, Yu Huan reposted the Weibo post and added a sharp comment.
The words were sharp and to the point:
[A guest was forgotten during a TV station's New Year's Eve gala, a first for such a performance. //@Jiangnan Morning Post: ...]
As a legendary band in the Chinese-speaking world, and with its lead singer passing away at a young age, the band's fans are undoubtedly formidable.
The initial report has been released. Now, we await further developments and will prepare for subsequent real-time updates.
Since they've blurred his handsome face, they probably know at least a little bit what he does for a living.
So it's normal for him to have even a slight reaction.
However, the power of official media is too great, so we must be cautious and know when to advance and retreat.
If someone pokes at him like that and he doesn't move, then he'll really become a dead fish lying down and giving up.
After finishing.
Yu Huan closed her laptop and hugged it to her chest, then casually picked up her iPhone from beside her.
He got up, took a few steps, and placed them both on the desk on the bedroom balcony.
It was late at night, but I felt completely comfortable.
Back in the living room, I glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was just past 12:20.
So he slowly turned off the lights.
Carefully lock the front door with the key and slowly walk downstairs.
Footsteps echoed in the stairwell, and as he walked, motion-activated lights on each floor lit up in turn, illuminating the steps beneath his feet.
We walked to the garage door.
Yu Huan glanced at the small electric scooter leaning to one side and thought for a moment.
He wasn't alone; he also had Yu Chengcheng, and the cold wind at dawn was indeed biting and unbearable, making it quite uncomfortable.
He then opened the roller shutter door and pushed the electric scooter in backwards.
Not long after.
The BMW slowly drove out of the residential area and merged into the brightly lit main road.
We drove into Pozi Street in about twenty minutes.
Yu Huan casually parked his BMW on the curb, and looked around the brightly lit shop through the fish-mouth-shaped floor-to-ceiling window at the street corner. Although it was the early morning, more than half of the seats were occupied, and bursts of noise were seeping out.
He took out his phone and called Yu Songnian.
After the connection was established instantly, he asked:
"Hey, Songnian, where are you?"
"Of course it's the fish mouth at the street corner! It's already been served, in the innermost corner, come on over!"
The words fell.
Before Yu Huan could respond, the call was cut off.
A WeChat message suddenly popped up on the screen.
Without hesitation, Yu Huan clicked to view the link.
Wang Xianjiao instantly posted a picture along with three text messages:
"I asked Xu Fei, who was on duty during the New Year's Day holiday, and Wei Quan, and they both said they posted this Weibo without logging into the official account!"
'I'm crying my eyes out, Brother Yu, you truly are a hardcore husband fan!'
'You really do love my Susu! You can't bear to see her suffer!'
What does 'my Susu' mean?
Is she going crazy in front of her real husband?
Yu Huan looked at the picture; it was a screenshot of a Weibo post he had made previously.
Speechless, two emojis appeared, one wiping away cold sweat.
After a moment's thought, I decided to delete it.
Tap the 3x3 grid with your fingertip, then click send:
"As a media professional, I'm always on the go, chasing news and staying on time. I saw this information on Weibo late at night, so of course I had to focus on this trending topic and report on it immediately!"
"Brother Yu, I understand!" (with a smirking emoji)
Yu Huan coughed slightly and continued, "It has nothing to do with Lin Su."
With such a large state media outlet paying attention and reporting on it immediately, and the person involved being a member of the band Beyond, it would be difficult to suppress the buzz.
Wang Xianjiao quickly sent two more messages:
"I understand! Don't worry, Brother Yu, they're all just saplings; we won't pass on this secret to just anyone!"
"Heaven, earth, you, and I know; I will never reveal your identity or tell anyone else!"
(End of this chapter)