Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 41 Talent is something only those who are envious truly understand.

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Commentator ID: Wang Bo.

Li Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and his finger clicked on the comment involuntarily.

Then, he saw the poem.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"Holy crap?" Li Xuan rubbed his eyes and looked at it again. "This...this was written by Wang Bo?"

Unconvinced, he clicked on Wang Bo's profile page and confirmed that it was indeed Wang Bo's account.

Then he looked at the poem again.

I recognize each character individually, but when put together...

"Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming..." Li Xuan murmured as he read the last line, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, and then from shock to jealousy.

The feeling is like a brother you always thought was struggling in the mud suddenly pulling out a golden key and opening the gate to a castle.

And you, you're still stuck in the mud.

"Zhang Haoming!" Li Xuan yelled towards the next room, "Come and see!"

Zhang Haoming shuffled in, slippers in hand, a half-eaten instant noodle in his hand: "What? Saw another pretty girl?"

"What a load of rubbish!" Li Xuan shoved his phone in front of him. "Look at this!"

Zhang Haoming squinted at it for a few seconds, almost spilling his instant noodle soup: "What is this? A poem? Who wrote it?"

"Wang Bo!" Li Xuan gritted his teeth, "The comment he wrote for Zhou Yuji's travel video!"

Zhang Haoming was stunned.

He put down the instant noodle bowl, took the phone, and carefully read the poem three times.

Then, he chuckled twice: "Fake, right? It must have been ghostwritten by Xiaoyi Culture and packaged as being written by Wang Bo. With Wang Bo's level of writing ability, could he really write a poem like this? The lyrics to 'Summer Bubbles' are 'Your smile is like a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch!'"

"Exactly!" Li Xuan immediately chimed in, as if grasping at a lifeline. "It's definitely a publicity stunt. These companies will do anything to create a persona these days. Write poetry? If Wang Bo could write poetry like that, I'd eat this phone on the spot!"

The two got more and more excited as they talked, as if as long as they insisted that it was a fake, they could prove that Wang Bo was still that obscure, less successful singer.

"No, I have to post this on Weibo." Li Xuan grabbed his phone and typed rapidly, "I have to expose this fraudulent activity; we can't let netizens be fooled!"

Zhang Haoming leaned over to look: "What are you writing?"

"Just write—" Li Xuan typed and read aloud, "The way celebrities create personas is getting more and more outrageous. A certain singer who just became popular, who used to struggle with writing songs, suddenly can write poetry of this caliber? Those who know, know, it's all just packaging by the company. Do they really think netizens are so easy to fool?"

After he finished typing, he looked at it with satisfaction and clicked send.

"Will this work?" Zhang Haoming asked worriedly. "Won't we be sued?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Li Xuan said matter-of-factly. "I didn't name names. I was talking about a certain singer. What business is it of mine if he wants to take it personally? Besides, I'm just stating the facts. Don't we all know what level Wang Bo was at before?"

After posting the Weibo message, Li Xuan refreshed the page every few minutes, hoping for approval and support from netizens.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

The comments section was indeed lively, but the style was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Where did this sour chicken come from? Can't stand seeing others do well?"

"Wang Bo's talent is undeniable; 'The You of the Past' is proof of that. What's wrong with writing a poem?"

"Even if it's just a company packaging him, to be able to produce this kind of poetry, it takes Wang Bo's ability to pull off this persona!"

"+1 to the comment above. Some people try to package you up, but you still can't succeed because you have nothing to offer!"

Li Xuan's face flushed and paled in turns. Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly saw a new comment: "Is the blogger Li Xuan? A former trainee at Yuji Entertainment, in the same class as Wang Bo. Is he feeling resentful because his former colleague became famous?"

This comment was immediately praised and became a top-rated comment.

A bunch of replies followed.

"Case solved, it turns out it was jealousy from a competitor."

"No wonder it's so sour, you must be a lemon spirit reincarnated!"

"Hilarious, they can't even make it themselves, so they're just jealous of others."

Li Xuan was so angry that his hands were trembling. Just as he was about to delete the Weibo post, his phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from an agent at Starlight Media.

He quickly answered, "Hello, Brother Liu—"

"Li Xuan, are you out of your mind?" came the manager's furious voice from the other end of the phone. "Who told you to post that kind of Weibo? Do you even know how popular Wang Bo is right now? Jumping out at this time, aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"I...I just can't stand them for making fakes..." Li Xuan said weakly.

"Fake? What fake?" the agent sneered. "Starlight Media just had an internal meeting where they specifically analyzed Wang Bo's poem. The literature department teachers read it and said that the level of this poem couldn't be written without more than ten years of literary experience. The company is currently trying to contact Wang Bo to commission him to write lyrics, and you, of all people, jump out and accuse him of forging it?"

Li Xuan was dumbfounded: "But...but Wang Bo used to..."

"The past is the past, the present is the present!" his manager interrupted. "I'm telling you, delete that Weibo post right now, post an apology saying you acted impulsively. Otherwise, even the company can't protect you!"

The call was disconnected.

Li Xuan stood there, holding his phone, dumbfounded.

Zhang Haoming cautiously asked from the side, "What happened? What did the company say?"

Li Xuan didn't answer; he simply opened Weibo and deleted the post.

Then, he slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Why him..." he muttered to himself, "Three years ago, he was even worse than me..."

Zhang Haoming sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it. This is fate. Some people are destined to shine, while we..."

He paused for a moment: "Maybe he's better suited to staying in the mud."

Just as Li Xuan deleted his Weibo post, Zhou Yuji's travel videos were spreading at an astonishing speed.

With the planned promotion of Xiaoyi Culture Media, topics such as #WangBoWritesPoemsForHisFormerBoss#, #FacingTheSeaWithSpringBlossoms#, and #ThePoetWhoWasDelayedBySinging# have successively topped the trending searches.

The online response was unprecedentedly enthusiastic.

"My goodness, this poem is so beautiful!"

"Starting tomorrow, I will be a happy person..." This sentence really touched my heart!

"No wonder he wrote 'The You of Yesterday'; his writing skills are amazing!"

"Am I the only one who envies Zhou Yuji? I wish I had a former employee like her!"

"Who is Wang Bo? He can sing, write songs, and even write poetry! I'm a fan now!"

"This is a true talent! Those pretty boys who rely on their looks should take note!"

In the recording studio, Wang Bo and Chen Mo had just finished discussing the arrangement of a new song when his phone started vibrating incessantly.

He opened it and saw that he had 99+ WeChat messages and his Weibo followers were growing at a rate of dozens per minute.

"What's wrong?" Chen Mo asked curiously.

Wang Bo handed his phone to Chen Mo: "It seems like... I'm going to be trending again?"