The final note of the guitar faded away.
The entire venue fell silent.
It was a nostalgic campus song. The lyrics weren’t profound—simple and straightforward—yet in an instant, it transported everyone back to the innocent, bittersweet romances of their school days.
The plump female judge, overcome with emotion, stood up and began clapping.
Soon, the entire venue was drowned in thunderous applause.
After hesitating for a moment, Xue Yuanyuan joined in the applause as well.
Otherwise, she’d stand out too much.
"Please introduce yourself briefly. What’s the name of this song?" the plump judge asked excitedly.
"Hey, handsome! What’s your name?"
The fangirls in the audience screamed frantically, their faces flushed red.
If you were good-looking, even your smallest qualities would be magnified endlessly.
Right now, An Yi had effortlessly captured their hearts.
"Hello, everyone. My name is An Yi—'An' as in 'An Yi,' and 'Yi' as in 'An Yi.' This song is my original composition, titled 'Sunny Day!'"
An Yi smiled, exuding the charm of a refined young man.
"An Yi! Hubby, I’ll love you forever!"
"So handsome, such a great body, and sings so well—he’s the perfect man!"
The fangirls screamed wildly, their handmade signs with his name already forgotten on the floor.
"Wang Qian?"
"Who’s that?"
In the audience, Wang Qian’s face turned purple with rage as he watched the scene unfold.
These were supposed to be his fans!
Yet here they were, cheering for this guy instead!
"An Yi, huh?"
Wang Qian’s expression darkened.
At Yilan Media, he had extensive connections—even among the higher-ups, he knew people.
Now, he almost wanted An Yi to join Yilan Media.
That way, he could make sure this guy suffered.
Xue Yuanyuan, still savoring the song, remarked thoughtfully, "The song is called 'Sunny Day,' yet the entire story is set in the rain. The innocence of campus life… it really is beautiful."
"Oh, so that’s how it is." An Yi nodded.
Xue Yuanyuan: "…?"
An Yi cleared his throat. "Yes, that’s exactly what I was going for when I wrote it."
"I absolutely love it! You have my approval, and I’d be thrilled to have you join us," the plump judge said eagerly, her eyes gleaming.
She represented a different company.
After years in the entertainment industry, she recognized the young man’s potential instantly.
Handsome, a strong vocalist, and—most importantly—a talented songwriter.
All he needed was a little push to skyrocket to fame.
Another judge, who had barely spoken until now, coughed lightly and added, "I also approve. And I sincerely hope you’ll consider joining our company, Yinli Music!"
The on-the-spot recruitment offers sent the crowd into a frenzy.
Usually, contract negotiations happened after the competition.
But for companies to extend offers during the auditions? That was rare.
It was undeniable proof of his talent.
The fangirls only grew more hysterical.
Xue Yuanyuan studied An Yi.
As much as she disliked admitting it, the guy was undeniably brilliant.
With the right backing, he could become the company’s future pillar.
If she let him slip away, her boss Xie Yan would skin her alive.
"Mr. An Yi, Yilan Media would also be honored to have you join us," Xue Yuanyuan said, forcing a smile despite her irritation.
The other two had already broken protocol by publicly recruiting him.
If she stayed silent, it would leave a terrible impression—one that’d be hard to fix later.
An Yi raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly.
Persistent girl. Why chase after me so desperately?
"Thank you both for the invitations. Yilan Media has always been my goal. If I have the chance to join, I won’t pass it up."
An Yi clasped his hands politely, spouting empty pleasantries.
What a joke.
He was Yilan Media’s actual owner. Joining another company? Never happening.
As An Yi walked offstage, the plump judge clicked her tongue in disappointment.
"Yilan Media’s roster is already packed, isn’t it? Do you even have room for another?"
"Easy. Just cut someone," Xue Yuanyuan replied casually.
She’d love to axe that ridiculous "Fruit Super Sweet" boy band.
But that’d leave two spots empty.
Then her gaze landed on Wang Qian.
Him, then.
Aside from his looks, the guy was utterly useless.
"Next, the list of audition finalists: Fruit Super Sweet, Tian Yining, Wang Zhongcheng…"
Hearing the names called, Wang Qian’s expression soured.
The order followed their performance sequence.
He’d gone first—yet his name wasn’t called!
As the remaining slots dwindled, Wang Qian’s heart grew colder.
"And the final selected contestant is—An Yi! Congratulations!"
The host announced, leading another round of applause.
The crowd erupted into chants of An Yi’s name.
Wang Qian felt like his limbs had turned to ice.
What the hell?
No spot for me?!
An Yi yawned.
Too easy. Won without even trying.
Watching An Yi’s retreating figure, Wang Qian’s eyes turned icy.
You’ve got some nerve, kid.
——
Restroom.
An Yi had just zipped up his pants when he turned around.
Three burly men blocked the exit.
In the middle stood the scrawny figure of Wang Qian.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
No way, starting a fight already?
Wang Qian’s face twisted with fury.
"You’ve got some nerve stealing my spot, punk. Today, I’ll—"
Before he could finish, An Yi’s large hand grabbed Wang Qian’s head and shoved it toward the urinal.
The three hired thugs were stunned.
At least let the man finish his sentence before throwing hands!
"Oh, and you guys—don’t just stand there!"
An Yi draped his arms over the shoulders of two burly men, his tone eerily casual.
The thugs: "..."
"No skills, yet still trying to act tough."
An Yi dusted off his hands as he stepped out of the restroom.
Just then, he spotted Xue Yuanyuan emerging from the women’s bathroom, having just touched up her makeup.
"Well, what a coincidence."
An Yi grinned, greeting her cheerfully.
Since she was someone he was pursuing, basic courtesy was a must.
Xue Yuanyuan’s expression remained icy. She had no intention of engaging, but since she was the one who’d recruited him, she forced a stiff smile. "Hello."
"Take me to the company. I couldn’t find it," An Yi said, glancing around.
"Whoever designed this place must be a total hack. Can’t even get the layout right."
"To the company?"
Xue Yuanyuan raised an eyebrow.
Did this guy really think waltzing into Yilan Media was a done deal?
Ha. As if it were that easy.
Back when she’d joined, it had taken her tremendous effort!
"Don’t bother looking," she said coolly. "The whole building is it."
An Yi: "..."
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
