"Ding-dong!"
A notification sound rang out. Lu Zheng lowered his head and saw an alert on his phone.
Si Huang, whom you follow, uploaded the video "Flowers Bloom." Watch it first!
Lu Zheng's eyes flashed. He immediately tapped it, opened Little Break Station, and entered the video page.
The screen was black. After two seconds, the sound of a guzheng finally rose—the very piece "Flowers Bloom" that Si Lingxi had recorded in the studio.
Previously, Si Lingxi had commented on several famous traditional music masters and professors online. Her words had been quite sharp, mostly criticism, which stirred dissatisfaction among traditional music enthusiasts.
In the end, it had even sparked a small-scale feud between the traditional music department and the Western music department.
Even Si Lingxi had not expected that.
After all, the performances she commented on were at least pleasant enough to her ears and had some modest highlights.
Her comments had also been fairly objective. Her original intention had been to offer guidance and help the performers improve.
And yet...
It had turned into criticizing traditional music? Into praising Western music?
So unless you approved completely, it meant you completely disapproved, was that it?
Even Si Lingxi could not help clicking her tongue in wonder at the countless netizens on Blue Star whose minds worked like binary switches.
"Using information cocoons to brainwash the public on a large scale has a better cost-performance ratio than mental hypnosis."
"Let people with no ability to discern right from wrong surf the internet, and if no one is beside them to constantly point things out, their ability to think will probably deteriorate within three months."
That was Si Lingxi's assessment.
Lu Zheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Si Lingxi did not care about those haters.