The song recording was completed.
The portly manager was an old fox.
Knowing Xu Mo had brought someone along, he quickly offered whatever freebies he could.
If Xu Mo didn’t mind,
the manager would have gladly given even more.
None of them had any idea
that the woman standing before them wearing a mask
was none other than Queen Lin—Goddess Lin herself!!!
Had they known it was her,
they would have absolutely lost their minds with excitement,
then used Queen Lin’s visit to their recording studio as a selling point for business!!!
Competition was fierce.
They weren’t afraid of offending Lin An’an either.
Judging by how she treated Xu Mo,
it was clear she was close friends with their boss.
So, using her name to make a little extra money wasn’t too much to ask, right?
But alas, they didn’t know.
Arriving at the parking lot,
they got into the sports car.
Xu Mo sent the song to Lin An’an.
"Just create a new account and upload the song for me," he said.
"If you find it troublesome, you can have someone else handle it."
It wasn’t that Xu Mo didn’t have his own account.
Aside from not wanting to use his old one to release the song,
he could have created a new one himself—
but that was too much effort.
Of course, he could have delegated the task to someone else,
but if he won later,
Lin An’an might accuse him of buying streams and refuse to admit defeat.
If he was going to win, he had to win decisively—
make Lin An’an lose so thoroughly she couldn’t argue.
"Alright," Lin An’an agreed with a smile.
Then, glancing at the darkening sky outside the window,
she said, "Let’s grab dinner together again."
This time, Xu Mo shook his head and declined. "No, I need to go home for dinner."
There was still someone waiting for him.
Lin An’an froze for a moment, as if suddenly realizing something, then chuckled awkwardly.
"Ah, right, you’ve got someone at home. My bad."
Xu Mo waved it off, unfazed.
With a press of the accelerator,
the sports car roared to life
and sped off toward the French-style hotel from earlier.
On the way,
Lin An’an had already instructed her assistant to create the account and sent the details over.
Let someone else handle the upload?
No way.
Lin An’an didn’t trust anyone else with this.
She wanted to oversee it personally.
The assistant simply followed orders without questioning.
After all, if Lin An’an were releasing a song herself,
there would be a whole promotional process—
hype-building, pre-release buzz, all that.
It maximized exposure
and ensured the song blew up fast.
Perfect, right?!
What, you think it’s all hype?
No, no—Lin An’an had real talent.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have earned the title of "Queen."
"Then I’ll head back now."
After dropping Lin An’an off at her car,
Xu Mo waved goodbye.
Queen Lin nodded. "Go on, go on."
With a growl,
the sports car vanished into the distance.
Meanwhile, Lin An’an slipped into her own vehicle
and began uploading the song across various music platforms.
All the accounts were ready.
Lin An’an set the artist name as "Anmo"—a play on "An’an" and "Xu Mo."
Xu Mo was a taken man now.
Lin An’an couldn’t be too obvious about things.
But subtle tricks?
Those were fair game.
Soon, the song was live everywhere.
Lin An’an checked the backend stats.
Well… zero listeners.
Not surprising.
In this digital age,
tens of thousands—even hundreds of thousands—of songs were uploaded daily.
Without any promotional push,
even a masterpiece could sink without a trace.
Even someone like Lin An’an,
if she released a song under a new alias,
with zero promotion,
would flop spectacularly.
Nobody would recognize her.
People were already drowning in information overload.
How would they stumble upon Queen Lin’s new alias?
Even if they did,
they’d have no idea who she was.
The song would just get lost in the noise.
"These conditions are too harsh. This isn’t good."
After some thought, Lin An’an decided to lend a small hand.
She called her assistant.
"An’an, what do you need? Mhm, mhm—help a friend buy some promo for a new song? Got it…"
"Wait, not too much? How much exactly, then?"
"Right, right—no more than 1,000 per platform? Understood."
Hanging up,
Lin An’an exhaled.
She turned off the tablet in front of her.
A thousand bucks for promo?
That was peanuts.
Money really could move mountains.
Some songs were absolute garbage—
not even worthy of being called "bubblegum pop."
But with enough cash thrown at them,
they blew up anyway.
Millions—even tens of millions—in promotion.
Look at this big round noodle—what the hell is this?!
An absolute disgrace!!!
It took a special kind of brain damage to write lyrics like that.
Yet, they went viral.
Money really could buy anything.
That said,
1,000 yuan in promo was practically nothing these days.
Content creators regularly dropped tens of thousands
just to boost their videos.
With a measly thousand,
you were basically leaving it up to fate.
Even Lin An’an herself had to spend on promo sometimes.
But she recouped the costs quickly—
thanks to her loyal fanbase.
"Hehe (^▽^) Xu Mo, you’re so losing this."
Lin An’an grinned, thoroughly pleased.
The sweet taste of victory was already on her tongue.
This bet was too good to waste.
She’d have to think carefully about how to cash in.
To ensure absolute success,
fifteen minutes later,
Lin An’an reopened her tablet to check the stats.
Good—still single-digit plays.
This was in the bag.
Satisfied, she closed the app,
tossed the tablet onto the passenger seat,
and drove off.
What Lin An’an didn’t know was that
her assistant had only just placed the promo order—
less than three minutes ago.
These things took time to process.
Meanwhile, somewhere else on the internet,
a small-time livestreamer frying noodles for an audience of a thousand
had just shuffled his playlist and stumbled upon a song.
"Ten years adrift in Guangzhou’s streets,
sometimes I miss the way we used to be.
Time has changed us,
but let this sky tie you to me~~~~~"
The lyrics struck a chord—
raw, relatable, paired with a deep, smoky voice.
Guangzhou Love Story captured the struggles of the working class perfectly.
The noodle vendor, mid-livestream with a forced smile,
paused, spatula in hand.
His body shuddered slightly.
A sudden sting hit his nose.
What… what was this song?
This shit hit hard.
And it wasn’t just him.
The livestream audience froze too,
swept up in the music,
unable to snap out of it.
In any world, the wealth gap existed.
The rich were few; the struggling, countless.
This song spoke to their souls.
It got them.
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
