An Yi was utterly bewildered as he was pushed backstage.
At that moment, a group of pretty boys were getting their makeup done, and An Yi’s entrance went completely unnoticed.
What the hell is all this?
An Yi shook his head slightly. Before he could leave, a young female makeup artist grabbed his wrist.
"The show’s about to start. Don’t be nervous. You’re all trainees Yilan Media spent a fortune to recruit. This audition is just child’s play—just perform your best," the sexy makeup artist reassured him, batting her eyelashes. "And guess what? The judges include the gorgeous Xue Yuanyuan!"
"Holy crap, Xue Yuanyuan!"
"No way, that ‘Milk Yuanyuan’ from the coconut milk ad?"
The trainees erupted in excitement.
Though Xue Yuanyuan had only debuted a few months ago, she had already gone viral through short videos.
Her latest coconut milk commercial had completely overshadowed the previous spokesperson.
With her stunning figure, Xue Yuanyuan had become the new goddess for countless otaku.
"Uh, I need to hit the restroom first," An Yi blurted out upon hearing the news.
No way!
He had planned to keep a low profile, but now the judge was that "big-boobed girl"? What kind of joke was this?
And since when was she working for his company?
An Yi recalled how Xue Yuanyuan had once betrayed the Five Poisons Sect for him, standing up against her own senior brother.
He sighed inwardly.
Alas, while the flower had feelings, the stream flowed on without care.
His heart already belonged to Shen Muxuan, Lan Ruoxi, and Qin Yao.
There was no future for them.
"Tch, scared before even stepping on stage? Don’t tell me you actually think looks alone can make you an idol," a man putting in colored contacts sneered.
An Yi raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh? And without this face, do you think you’d even be here?"
Damn it!
He was the real boss here!
The man’s face darkened, but before he could retort, the makeup artist shot him a look. "Enough, Wang Qian. Keep it down."
An Yi scoffed.
Trainees?
What a joke!
If they couldn’t even recognize him, this audition wasn’t worth his time.
Just as An Yi was about to leave, the makeup artist pressed her hands on his shoulders.
"Oh my god, your bone structure is amazing!" she gasped, running her fingers over his face. "And your skin is flawless!"
"Uh, hey—"
An Yi could feel her soft curves pressing against his back and wanted to remind her to keep her distance.
But, well… he only thought about it.
"Sign, sign, invisible~"
"Never needed to believe~"
"Why fight when you can see~ Just look at this sign~"
Wang Qian strutted around the stage with a microphone.
His fangirls outside the venue went wild, screaming "Qianqian!" at the top of their lungs.
The three judges exchanged glances, shaking their heads in disappointment.
What the hell was this singing?
Two years as a trainee, and this was all he had?
"Hello, judges. I’m Wang Qian."
Wang Qian tossed his hair, flashing a confident, charming smile.
The arrogant attitude from backstage was nowhere to be seen.
The guy had mastered the art of wearing two faces—one for the crowd, one behind the scenes.
Xue Yuanyuan’s expression darkened.
Was their company really about to sign this trash?
But what choice did they have? This was exactly what teenage girls loved these days.
Pretty-boy idols were their weakness.
"I think… I think…"
Xue Yuanyuan forced a smile, swallowing her disgust. "I think it was great! You pass!"
The other two judges followed suit, gritting their teeth as they gave their approval.
This so-called audition was just for show.
The winners had already been decided behind the scenes.
Especially Wang Qian—he was Yilan Media’s next big signing, just one marketing push away from stardom.
"Wow, unanimous pass! Qianqian is amazing!"
"Qianqian, we love you!"
"Be your toothpick, taste your flavor!"
Xue Yuanyuan massaged her temples.
Now she understood why Xie Yan had refused to judge and pushed the job onto her.
This was torture. But since Wang Qian was joining their company, she couldn’t exactly reject him.
Wang Qian bowed, his gaze lingering on Xue Yuanyuan with undisguised greed.
Once they were under the same company, he’d find a way to get a taste.
"Hello, we are… Fruit Super Sweet!"
Three cutesy boys struck exaggerated poses on stage.
Xue Yuanyuan clenched her teeth. "Pass!"
She barely stopped herself from cursing out loud.
"Yay!"
The trio hugged each other, bursting into tears of joy.
Xue Yuanyuan felt her sanity slipping.
As she watched the screaming fangirls below, the eighteen-year-old suddenly felt ancient.
"Ugh…"
The plump middle-aged judge beside her also looked exhausted.
Not a single decent contestant in the entire audition.
Then, a young man carrying a guitar stepped onto the stage.
The spotlight hit him—and the entire venue fell silent.
He was breathtakingly handsome.
Sharp brows, starry eyes, a chiseled face with a faint smirk. His tall, lean frame carried the same stage outfit with an effortless charm.
The guitar slung over his shoulder added a touch of coolness.
The girls in the audience were mesmerized.
Xue Yuanyuan’s eyes widened in shock.
That was An Yi!
What was he doing here?
It didn’t take her long to figure it out.
He must be broke, trying to strike it rich through this audition.
Hah! Did he really think looks alone could get him anywhere?
In this industry, connections were everything.
Most slots were already reserved—there was no room for him.
Before An Yi even began, Xue Yuanyuan was already planning to reject him.
"Who… who is he?"
"No idea."
The fangirls, who usually only cared about looks, were already wavering.
There was no helping it—this guy was even hotter than Wang Qian!
"Alright, I’ll sing a song for everyone," An Yi said, adjusting his guitar strings.
He knows how to play?
Xue Yuanyuan doubted it.
The other judges frowned, unimpressed by his lack of preparation.
An Yi searched his memories.
The system had given him three songs—he’d only used one so far.
Which of the remaining two should he pick?
The wait dragged on.
Wang Qian smirked.
No preparation? This amateur thought he could compete?
Then his face twisted in fury.
The girls holding "Qianqian" signs were now cheering for An Yi instead.
"Don’t be nervous, handsome! We’ll always support you!"
"Even if you can’t do anything, we’ll still love you!"
"Go, hot stuff!"
Those shallow little idiots!
Wang Qian’s fists clenched, his eyes burning with hatred.
The judges exchanged glances, ready to dismiss An Yi.
Then—
A gentle guitar melody filled the air.
Simple chords, yet hauntingly beautiful.
An Yi began to sing, his voice clear and warm, weaving through the melody.
"A little yellow flower from the story~"
"Floating since the year I was born~"
"The childhood swing~"
"Still sways in my memories now~"
On that windy day, I tried holding your hand, but then the rain grew heavier, until I could no longer see you.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
