"Did you sleep with that woman or not?!"
What a hysterical roar—it made Bai Youlou's eardrums tremble.
Hearing the question, Bai Youlou thought for a moment and flipped through this stretch of memories. Hmm, quite a rich set of memories~
Snow-white skin, a graceful figure, exceptional horsemanship, and another man.
Huh?
Another man?!
Good grief, a threesome?
No!
A strange smile appeared on his face. He quickly combined his current circumstances with the memories in his head and managed to sort out what was happening.
Had he transmigrated and been reborn? Borrowed someone else's corpse to return to life? Or was it some other chaotic situation?
However, looking at that young face in the mirror in the distance, Bai Youlou honestly couldn't tell what had happened.
The tide came in on the Qiantang River. Today, I finally know that I am myself.
The déjà vu was incredibly strong. He felt that he hadn't suddenly been reborn, but had awakened a segment of memory.
The deceased Earth "literary delinquent" Bai Youlou and the living, young idol artist Bai Youlou from Blue Star were both himself.
They had become one.
A brief introduction to Blue Star's background: a plagiarist's paradise. Done!
It was just that Blue Star's idol Bai Youlou had run into some trouble~
As the saying went, making it in society depended on three things:
Seduce your brother's wife, seduce your brother's wife, and seduce your brother's wife again!
The Bai Youlou from before awakening his memories seemed to have accomplished that quite well.
At least, that was what everyone else thought he had done. Otherwise, why would his manager be shouting like this~
However, the memories in his head told him that he had most likely been made to take the blame for someone else.
But facing his enraged manager, Bai Youlou tilted his head and casually said, "I probably did?"
Hearing that answer, his manager nearly went insane. He slammed his fist into the solid-wood table in front of him. "What do you mean, 'probably'? Don't you know whether you slept with her or not?!"
"I got wasted."
"Bullshit! Do you think I'm some little girl you can coax? If you were really wasted, you wouldn't have been able to do anything! And you still wanted to sleep with a woman?"
"That's not necessarily true. You can't generalize when it comes to people's physiques!"
Some people could kill a tiger with a sliding tackle, while others could use a sliding tackle to feed the tiger.
Bai Youlou was stubborn about this sort of thing. He was a man, after all. Other matters could be discussed later, but this one deserved a thorough debate.
Just because you couldn't do it didn't mean someone else couldn't.
If you're bad at it, practice more.
The expression on his manager's face was incredibly complicated. One hand unconsciously groped around beside him, as if he wanted to find something handy and give Bai Youlou a good whack to knock some sense into him.
Had this guy drunk himself stupid? Couldn't he understand the situation?
You're tangled up in scandal and about to be blacklisted!
Bai Youlou: So what if I'm blacklisted? Why are you shouting so loudly?
In any case, there was no way to prove anything. Saying he had slept with her would at least save him some face~
If he had a choice, being an idol actually wasn't bad. It was easy.
He didn't have to do anything. He could make money off a single pretty face. How nice~
Instead, the moment his memories awakened—or, rather, the moment he transmigrated—he found himself facing this situation. Bai Youlou was a little speechless, but somehow also rather excited.
Fine! So you won't let me be an idol, huh?!
Heh heh~
The brilliant smile on his face made his manager feel a chill. The words he had been about to hurl at him silently died in his throat.
Had he suffered such a blow that he'd developed split personalities?
"I'm going to say I was framed."
Bai Youlou wasn't the cryptic type. Seeing that his manager had already gotten his hands on the ashtray, he thought about it and said this anyway.
The result was:
"I'll believe you when pigs fly! Go ask whether anyone else believes you! Go tell it to the Weibo court."
"See? Look~" Bai Youlou spread both hands, not intending to explain at all.
What was there to explain? He understood the entertainment industry far too well.
No one cared how many bowls of noodles Liu Zi had eaten. Everyone only wanted to see him cut open his stomach.
His manager paced back and forth anxiously around the living room. After circling several times, he spoke again in a tone of exasperation. "What are you planning to do now? This has already hit the hot-search rankings, and your comments have been shut down because of all the abuse!"
"Is the buzz that high?"
"Very high! You've never had this much attention since your debut! You're famous across the entire country!"
The words were meant sarcastically, but Bai Youlou found them extraordinarily pleasing to hear.
"If I remember correctly, I still have about three months left on my contract with the company."
"That's right. You pulled this stunt when we were discussing your renewal. Unless there's a change, the company has basically decided to put you on ice. Once your contract ends, get lost. No one will hire you again! Your career is over!"
Bai Youlou scratched his chin. "The company isn't planning to clear my name?"
"Clear your name?!" His manager's voice instantly rose another eight octaves. "There are pictures, and the truth is clear! The other side has already issued a veiled apology and admitted it. How are you supposed to clear your name?"
"It's fine. I was just asking."
A terrible opening. This wasn't the right way to enter the entertainment industry. ×
He had never had such a wonderful opening! √
Looking on the bright side, he would soon be a free agent.
After his manager cursed and slammed the door on his way out, Bai Youlou didn't just sit around in a daze and give up.
He briefly summarized his current situation and the possible ways to break out of it.
His own situation:
He had works from a parallel world in his head, and he had also worked in the entertainment industry in his previous life. It was a professionally compatible field.
If things had started normally, he could have easily taken the plagiarist route. He could keep his idol status, occasionally throw out an "original work," and lie down while the money rolled in.
He would bring a little Earth-shaking shock to the entertainment industry of this parallel world!
That's right. His name was Xia Luo.
Enough with the wishful thinking. Now for his current predicament.
He even deliberately found paper and a pen. His mind was still a little muddled, and writing everything down made it look better.
The day before yesterday, he had attended an entertainment-industry cocktail party. It had simply been an ordinary social gathering in a world of fame and fortune.
Nothing had happened at the party. He had merely chatted a little too happily with a female star.
What was that woman's name again?
Forget it. It wasn't important.
Afterward, he and that woman, along with several others, had arranged a second gathering.
Everything had been fine up to that point.
The problem was that he had drunk a little too much at the second gathering. Then, as luck would have it, paparazzi had photographed Bai Youlou supporting that female star as they returned to her home together.
Hmm. Her husband wasn't home.
The funny thing was that the female star's husband happened to be doing a roadshow at a cinema that very night. While running an event, a reporter asked what his wife was doing. He cheerfully called her right there, seemingly hoping to show off their loving relationship.
His wife then breathlessly told him she was exercising on a treadmill.
There had even been a few "hiss, gasp" sounds in the middle of the call. His wife said she had just eaten some spicy strips~
Once the paparazzi exposed everything and the before and after were connected, the whole thing fell apart on the spot.
Ha ha ha~ What a pity there hadn't been the sound of a seal smacking its belly.
Bai Youlou himself found it hilarious. This actually worked? That poor guy was wearing his cuckold's hat with astounding flair.
Of course, no surveillance footage from inside the house had surfaced, and the paparazzi hadn't caught any genuine evidence of the two of them having sex.
But the entertainment industry wasn't a courtroom. Why would they need so much evidence? That one photograph of Bai Youlou supporting the female star as they returned home together was enough.
That already counted as conclusive proof.
But he hadn't been the only one there. He seemed to have fallen asleep on her sofa, and there had also been some bastard in his memories.
The paparazzi hadn't photographed him!
The problem now was that the female star seemed determined to protect that bastard. She hadn't offered any other explanation at all, practically tacitly admitting that it had been Bai Youlou.
How was he supposed to break out of this situation?
Bai Youlou thought of several methods, only to discover that almost none of them would work.
The woman caught in adultery was the one who got to speak first.
The current situation was even more ridiculous. They didn't even need to frame him. As long as they stayed silent and said nothing, Bai Youlou was doomed to carry this black pot.
No explanation would help.
He had called the female star, but she simply refused to answer. She was clearly determined to set him up.
Just as his manager had said: Go ask whether anyone else believes you.
Facing this situation, Bai Youlou wasn't discouraged.
Since it was clear that he couldn't wash the stain away, he might as well stop trying!
If it was a black pot, then he'd carry it.
Whatever!
Someone whose foundation was already as black as a crow's feathers couldn't possibly care about adding a few more smudges.
But he would remember this grudge!
They said a gentleman took ten years to avenge a wrong. Ten years, my ass. If someone owed him, he had to strike back now!
Even if he couldn't clear his name, he would still be a stinking pile of shit and disgust the other side thoroughly.
In his previous life, when he had ventured into society at fourteen, he had already possessed the courage to let the police pin his head down without crying.
Relying on his shameless, unruly nature, he had become a famous literary delinquent in the entertainment industry.
Literary on the surface, delinquent at heart.
Since he couldn't retaliate properly for now, he would first go insane and disgust the other side.
He wasn't Liu Zi. He would never cut open his own stomach to prove his innocence. If he had to prove anything, he would gouge out the other person's eyeballs, swallow them, and make him take a good look for himself!
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