Chapter 2 Showdown
Lu Yanhe sighed dejectedly.
We can only keep moving forward.
When Lu Yanhe reached the edge of South Park, he felt as if his legs were about to break. He finally stopped, sat down on a stone bench by the roadside, and rested for a while.
It's already September, late at night, and the cold wind is howling.
My clothes were almost dry, but still a little damp. When the wind blew, the parts that were touching my skin felt as cold as if they were soaked in ice.
While sitting down to rest, Lu Yanhe was also reflecting on his current situation.
In any case, survival is the key.
What do people who travel through time do?
Time travel is not rebirth; you can't buy stocks or sports betting.
This is another Earth, another parallel universe.
He can be a plagiarist, or he can be a copyist of songs, but neither of these are projects that can be monetized in a short period of time.
Moreover, he doesn't have such a good memory to completely replicate those classic works. Replicating solely from memory will always have a slightly less effective result.
Just then, a slightly serious female voice rang out in front of him.
What are you doing sitting here?
Lu Yanhe raised his head in confusion and looked ahead.
Three meters away, stood a tall woman in a police uniform, looking at him with a serious and puzzled expression.
The moment Lu Yanhe saw her, he was so moved that he almost burst into tears.
"Officer! Someone pushed me into the river. I finally managed to climb out, but my phone won't turn on, and I have no money!" he cried out in anguish. "Please help me!"
The boy, who looked and felt eighteen, almost knelt down before someone.
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Qiu Ling looked at the very pretty boy in front of her with a face full of surprise. One second he was looking miserable and lost in thought, but the next second he cried out as if he had seen his own mother.
She looked at him speechlessly.
On my way home after finishing my night shift, I suddenly encountered this handsome young man.
Originally, I just wanted to teach this irresponsible boy a lesson for not going home so late at night and sitting on the roadside in a daze, but who knew—
Have we run into a case?!
Did someone push you into the river?
Late at night, Qiu Ling, who had finally finished get off work and could go home to rest, had to work overtime again to take the person who reported the case to the police station.
But the person who reported the case knew nothing about it.
He had no idea who pushed him into the river, nor did he know the other person's phone number.
Whose fault is it? In this smartphone era, who can still remember someone else's phone number?
Fortunately, the police station was still able to find the contact information.
At four in the morning, agent Zhou Ping'an appeared at the police station looking irritable and exhausted, as if he had been woken up in the middle of the night.
"Is this an artist you manage?" Qiu Ling asked.
After learning that Lu Yanhe was an idol artist, she felt relieved that the boy had a handsome face.
Zhou Ping'an maintained a very good attitude even in front of the police.
"Yes, that's right. Oh, thank you for your hard work, officers, so late at night! We appreciate your help!"
“It’s my job. But your artist sneezed several times just now, probably because he caught a cold. Give him some medicine quickly,” Qiu Ling said. “Also, he said someone pushed him into the river. We checked the surveillance footage of that place, but it’s terrible. It’s a blind spot and didn’t capture anything. We can only find out what happened through other investigations. You take him back first.”
Zhou Ping'an bowed repeatedly in gratitude.
"Okay, thank you very much, officer. I'm so sorry to have troubled you."
Qiu Ling led Zhou Ping'an to the room where Lu Yanhe was staying.
Lu Yanhe, wrapped in a military overcoat, sat on the sofa, staring blankly into space.
"Lu Yanhe!" Qiu Ling called out.
Lu Yanhe then came to his senses and looked up to see his agent.
"Brother Ping An." When he came to his senses, he realized that he had already stood up very nervously.
This is the original body's conditioned reflex.
The original owner of this body was always nervous and timid in front of the agent who had always been with them.
In fact, according to the original owner's memories, Zhou Ping'an had always disliked him.
Because he was the least popular and least profitable member of the group, why would Zhou Ping'an like him?
I was even woken up from bed so late today because of him.
Zhou Pingan glanced at Lu Yanhe, frowned slightly, and said irritably, "What are you doing running around like this so late at night!"
Lu Yanhe remained silent.
He didn't want to imitate the timid and submissive manner the original owner of the body had when facing Zhou Ping'an, but he also couldn't retort in his own style, as that would be too unlike the original owner.
silence.
In front of Qiu Ling, Zhou Ping'an didn't say anything else. The two signed a document and left.
Lu Yanhe waved to Qiu Ling, "Thank you, Officer Qiu!"
Qiu Ling glanced at the time; it was already 4:30 a.m.
She sighed.
When we got home, after washing up and getting her into bed, it was probably already 5:30.
The night was gone just like that.
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On the way back to Lu Yanhe's dormitory, Zhou Pingan didn't say a word. Lu Yanhe also kept silent, looking out at the quiet, desolate city.
Zhou Pingan suddenly spoke.
“Xiao Lu, you’ve been working under me for three years now.”
Lu Yanhe looked up at Zhou Ping'an in front of him and hummed in response.
Zhou Ping'an felt that Lu Yanhe's reaction was a little different from usual.
That "hmm" sounded somewhat nonchalant.
It must be my imagination.
Although Lu Yanhe wasn't famous, he was always extremely respectful in front of me.
"Fengzhi is disbanding next month. What are your thoughts?"
Fengzhi is the name of their group. Lu Yanhe looked at Zhou Ping'an with a little doubt, wondering what he meant by asking this question suddenly.
"I don't have any particular ideas. I'll just keep working with Brother Ping An," he said.
Zhou Ping'an sighed, "You're a kid I've watched grow up. Actually, you know this industry is all about talent and first impressions. Some people can just stand there without saying a word and still have tons of fans. You, on the other hand, are probably just too introverted and don't talk much. If you keep going like this in the entertainment industry, you'll never get ahead."
Lu Yanhe remained silent.
He waited for Zhou Pingan to continue.
Zhou Pingan then continued speaking.
“Don’t blame me for being blunt. You’re only eighteen. You can still change your career now. You still have time in your life. Fengzhi is about to disband, and you won’t have any group work anymore. Based on the past three years, do you think you can get other work after losing your group work?” Zhou Ping’an said. “In my opinion, since you’re not suited to the entertainment industry, you should leave as soon as possible. Go to school, take the college entrance exam, it’s not too late.”
(End of this chapter)
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