The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 888 - 887: Hacker Seven Makes a Move

Chapter 888: Chapter 887: Hacker Seven Makes a Move

"That’s impossible!"

La Ge’s expression turned serious, "I told you she’s not plagiarizing. Do you think I don’t check social media? I’ve studied the color palettes; the styles are somewhat similar, but this is absolutely not plagiarism."

"They’ve already got the evidence, yet you’re still stubborn..."

Sun Wei didn’t know what else to say, "You’ve only got ten minutes to switch songs with them. Don’t say I didn’t warn you—this concerns your future! Think about the tough years you’ve spent singing on the streets, think about your dream of music!"

"..." La Ge pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

He had learned from Miss Shen Yixin that she had only mentioned his name once, and Miss Lu remembered it.

He also learned from his sister that Miss Lu had accidentally heard him singing on the street.

With just such a tenuous connection, Miss Lu gave him "The Four Seasons," which so many people were fighting to buy, without hesitation or reservation.

She didn’t even ask for an authorization fee.

She personally helped him write, arrange, and tune the song.

And because of her, he got to meet Master Kunyang.

La Ge made the decision almost without thinking, "I choose to continue singing ’The Four Seasons.’"

"You! You blockhead!"

Sun Wei stomped the ground in frustration, "La Ge, you’ll absolutely regret this!"

Watching Sun Wei storm off and slam the door shut, La Ge exhaled the breath that had been stuck in his chest and immediately pulled out his phone to send a message to Fu Yu.

Fu Yu was one of his own; he would surely help Miss Lu!

——

Fu Yu received La Ge’s message and furrowed his brow with worry as he glanced left and right in the VIP section.

Word had it that Mi Lu was here, but where was he?

Why wasn’t he in his designated seat?

Xiao Qimo noticed his anxiety. Sitting one seat away, he asked, "Mr. Fu, is something wrong?"

"Someone’s planning to accuse Mianmian of plagiarism; they’ve already taken the evidence to Mi Lu!"

Upon hearing it involved Lu Mian, Xiao Qimo naturally wouldn’t sit by and do nothing.

He raised his hand to glance at his wristwatch. Lu Mian had left three minutes and twenty-one seconds ago, which meant it would still be a while before she returned.

Fu Yu’s nervousness didn’t go unnoticed by the fans behind him.

"Mr. Fu, are you aware of the plagiarism issue involving Mr. Mi Lu?" someone asked.

Fu Yu gave a muffled "Hmm."

"Then what are we waiting for? Of course, we should support the accusations!"

"Why should our idol’s work be taken advantage of for nothing!"

"We, the Mi Lu fans, aren’t dead. Just because Mr. Mi Lu is low-profile doesn’t mean he’s an easy target! Let’s take advantage of this music festival to expose the plagiarist’s true face!"

"I heard La Ge is going to perform that plagiarized song tonight! Singing it right in front of the creator—how shameless!"

"Anyone singing that song, anyone who plagiarized the arrangement, should be blacklisted!"

The fans, unaware of the relationship between La Ge, Lu Mian, and Fu Yu, were solely focused on seeking justice for Mi Lu.

Hearing how the fans could escalate the situation, Fu Yu quickly tried to calm them down.

Turning back, he saw Xiao Qimo deep in thought, his face tense. He whispered, "First, we need to find Mr. Mi Lu. I know Mianmian didn’t plagiarize, but I just hope Mi Lu won’t be swayed by the rumors. Let’s make it through tonight safely first."

Today, there were so many journalists, fans, and, most importantly, industry veterans in attendance.

Whether it was La Ge or Mianmian, once labeled as plagiarists, it would be extremely difficult to recover from it.

Xiao Qimo understood the stakes. "Mr. Fu, are you certain Mi Lu is here, right?"

"Yes, I’m sure. He’s already on-site."

"Give me his social media account."

Xiao Qimo didn’t waste time as he spoke, heading directly backstage.

Fu Yu quickly followed him, "Mr. Xiao, is there anything else you need?"

"A computer."

"What is this for..."

Xiao Qimo intended to locate Mi Lu directly, which was far more efficient than searching blindly.

After all, no one had ever seen Mi Lu’s true face.

Fu Yu understood his intention, "La Ge brought a computer. I’ll take you to him."

The two hurried to La Ge’s dressing room, and after explaining the situation, La Ge immediately dug out his laptop from his bag.

"Sir, this computer doesn’t have high specs—will it work?"

Xiao Qimo didn’t mind. Sitting down on the sofa, he casually placed the laptop on his knee and started typing swiftly on the keyboard.

None of them knew what he had pressed, but the screen transitioned to rows upon rows of codes, moving rapidly and systematically.

Fu Yu was visibly surprised. He had never seen such a thing and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Xiao, can this really locate him?"

Fu Yu knew there was such a profession as hackers.

But what he didn’t know was that the man in front of him, Xiao Qimo, was one of the three top hackers—Seven.

Xiao Qimo tapped the space bar lightly and raised his head languidly.

"At least faster than them."

——

Lu Xinnuan was about to take the stage to perform. After reporting the situation to Pu Jing, she went to find Xue Lu.

Xue Lu hadn’t ranked high on "The Voice of the Best"; she wouldn’t be performing tonight.

She was only able to attend the music festival by riding on Lu Xinnuan’s coattails.

Lu Xinnuan entrusted Xue Lu with her bag and simultaneously pulled out a flash drive and an appraisal report, "Lulu, I’m going on stage soon and won’t have time to meet Mr. Mi Lu. Could you pass this to him for me? Once he sees it, he’ll understand."

When Xue Lu opened the appraisal report, her eyes brightened.

"Don’t worry, I’ll personally hand it to Mr. Mi Lu." Xue Lu held the documents tightly, clearly grateful for Lu Xinnuan. "Xinnuan, you’ve actually given me such a great opportunity..."

Being able to interact directly with Mr. Mi Lu wasn’t an opportunity everyone had.

Moreover, this was for something very important.

"I’m going on stage, so I have no choice..." Lu Xinnuan bit back a hint of calculation, "He should be sitting in the assigned seat. Just go find him—it shouldn’t take long."

"Rest assured!"

——

Lu Mian left the chief planner’s office completely unaware that so many people were working hard for her sake.

After sorting things out with Qiao Yaqian, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

Quietly explaining things to Director Qi and Miss Shen would be better than catching them off guard.

Lu Mian gave herself a small pep talk.

Passing by the dressing rooms, she decided to take the opportunity to meet La Ge, so she sent him a text asking which room he was in.

La Ge replied: [201]

Lu Mian headed upstairs.

——

Xiao Qimo was rapidly typing away, his elegant fingers maneuvering across the keyboard with ease, as if commanding the situation into submission.

Fu Yu and La Ge stared, dazzled yet inexplicably awestruck.

They didn’t understand, but Xiao Qimo’s demeanor carried an irresistible allure.

Soon, his calm and composed voice spilled out, "Found it."

Fu Yu bent down to look at the screen, "Which section is Mi Lu in? As long as it’s precise within three meters, that’ll do."

Xiao Qimo pushed his glasses up slightly, his eyes darkening faintly.

"Not in the audience area—he’s backstage."

Pause. He added with slight incredulity, "Quite close to this dressing room..."

The man stared at the flickering red dot on the screen and tilted it slightly, patiently explaining to Fu Yu and La Ge, "This is my location; this is Mi Lu’s. By rough estimation, it’s only about ten meters away."

Fu Yu’s eyes sparkled with excitement, "Then he might be right next door. I’ll go look for him right now."

"Wait..." Xiao Qimo stopped Fu Yu, sounding even more curious: "He’s moving—getting closer to me."

Fu Yu froze.

And in those few seconds of his hesitation, the dressing room door opened, pushed gently by an elegant hand.

Lu Mian, with her phone in hand, carelessly removed one of her earphones. Her long legs sauntered in with a casual stride.