The Tide Signal Comes on the Qiantang River

"Did you or did you not sleep with that woman?!"

What a hysterical roar—it made his eardrums tremble.

Hearing this question, Bai Youlou pondered for a moment, sifting through the memories of this period. Hmm, quite a rich set of memories~

Snow-white skin, a graceful figure, exceptional horsemanship, and another man.

Huh?

Another man?!

Good heavens, a threesome?

No!

A strange smile flickered across his face as he quickly pieced together his current situation and the memories in his mind, managing to sort out what was happening.

Transmigration and rebirth? Possessing a corpse? Or some other messy business?

However, looking at the young face in the mirror in the distance, Bai Youlou couldn't quite figure out what was going on.

The tide comes on the Qiantang River, and today I finally know that I am me.

This sense of déjà vu was strong; he felt he hadn't suddenly been reborn, but rather had awakened a memory.

The "literary rogue" Bai Youlou of the dead Earth, and the living, young Earth idol artist Bai Youlou, were both him.

We are one.

A brief introduction to the Earth's background: a plagiarist background, and that's that!

It's just that the Earth idol Bai Youlou has run into trouble~

As the saying goes, when you're out in the world, you rely on three things:

Sleeping with big sister, sleeping with big sister, and still sleeping with big sister!

The Bai Youlou before awakening his memories seemed to have accomplished this perfectly.

At least, that's what others thought he did, otherwise, why would his agent be shouting like this~

However, the memories in his mind told him that he was most likely taking the fall for someone else.

But facing his frantic agent, Bai Youlou tilted his head and casually said, "I probably did, right?"

Hearing this answer, his agent was about to go mad. He slammed his fist hard onto the solid wood desk in front of him, "What do you mean, 'probably did'? Don't you know yourself whether you did or not?!"

"I was drunk."

"Don't give me that crap! Are you trying to fool me like a little girl? If you were really drunk, you wouldn't be able to do anything! And you're still thinking about sleeping with a woman?"

"That's not necessarily true, people's constitutions can't be generalized!"

Some people can kill a tiger with a slide tackle, while others can feed a tiger with a slide tackle.

Bai Youlou was stubborn about this. Men, setting other things aside, this was something he had to argue about.

Just because you can't, doesn't mean others can't.

If you're bad, practice more.

The expression on the agent's face was incredibly complex. One hand subconsciously fumbled to the side, as if searching for something handy to hit Bai Youlou hard with, to sober him up.

Had this guy's brain gone stupid from drinking? Was he not grasping the situation?

You're mired in scandal, you're about to be banned!

Bai Youlou: So what if I'm banned? Why are you shouting so loud?

There's no proof anyway, and it sounds more impressive if I say I slept with her~

If he had a choice, being an idol wouldn't be bad at all. It was easy.

He didn't have to do anything, just make money with his face, how great is that~

As a result, the memory awakened, or rather, he woke up to this situation after transmigration. Bai Youlou was a little speechless, but at the same time, he felt a bit excited.

Fine! You don't want me to be an idol, right?!

Heh heh~

The brilliant smile on his face at this moment made his agent's skin crawl. He silently swallowed the words he was about to unleash.

Has he developed schizophrenia from the shock?

"I want to say I was framed..."

Bai Youlou wasn't one for cryptic remarks. Seeing his agent had already grabbed an ashtray, he thought for a moment before saying this.

The result was:

"I don't believe you! Do you think anyone else would believe you?! Go tell that to the Weibo court."

"Here, look~" Bai Youlou spread his hands, completely unwilling to explain.

Why bother explaining? He understood the ways of the entertainment industry too well.

No one cared how many bowls of noodles Liu Zi ate; everyone just wanted to see him cut open his stomach.

The agent paced anxiously around the living room. After several laps, he spoke again in a tone of disappointment, "What are you planning to do now? This whole thing has hit the trending searches, and your comment section has been disabled due to all the hate!"

"Is the popularity really that high?"

"Extremely high! You've never had this much attention since your debut! You're famous nationwide!"

Although meant as mockery, the words sounded incredibly wonderful to Bai Youlou.

"If I recall correctly, I still have about three months left on my contract with the company."

"Yes, and you pull something like this when we're discussing contract renewal. If there's no turning point, the company has basically decided to freeze you out completely. You'll be kicked out when your contract ends, and no one will hire you again! Your career is over!"

Bai Youlou scratched his chin. "Doesn't the company plan to help me clear my name?"

"Clear your name?!" The agent's voice instantly rose by eight octaves. "There are pictures, there's proof! The other party has already implicitly apologized and admitted to it. How are you going to clear your name?"

"It's fine, I was just asking."

A terrible start, this is not the correct way to enter the entertainment industry. ×

Never have I had such a wonderful start! √

Looking on the bright side, he would soon be a free agent.

After the agent left, slamming the door while still grumbling, Bai Youlou didn't just sit around moping.

He briefly summarized his current situation and possible ways to break through it.

Personal Situation:

He had works from a parallel world in his mind, and he had also worked in the entertainment industry in his previous life, so it was a relevant profession.

If his start had been more normal, he could have easily followed the "plagiarism" route, maintaining his idol status while occasionally releasing "original works" and earning money effortlessly.

Bring a little bit of Earth's shock to the entertainment industry of the parallel world!

That's right, that bastard's name was Xia Luo.

Enough daydreaming, now for the current predicament.

He even found paper and a pen. His mind was still a bit jumbled, so writing it down might make it clearer.

The day before yesterday, he attended an entertainment industry party – a normal gathering of fame and fortune.

Nothing happened at the party; he just chatted a bit too happily with a certain female celebrity.

What was her name again?

Never mind, it wasn't important.

After that, he and the other person, along with a few others, arranged a second gathering.

Everything was fine up to this point.

The problem was that they drank a bit too much at the second gathering, and then, coincidentally, paparazzi snapped photos of Bai Youlou helping the female celebrity back to her place.

Well, her husband wasn't home.

What was amusing was that the female celebrity's husband happened to be attending a promotional event at a cinema that same evening. When reporters asked him what his wife was doing during a live event, he cheerfully made a phone call, seemingly wanting to show off their affection.

However, his wife, panting heavily, told him she was exercising on the treadmill.

Interspersed with some "hissing" sounds, his wife claimed she had just eaten some spicy chips.

As soon as the paparazzi released the photos, and the context was put together, he was completely blindsided.

Hahaha~ Too bad there wasn't the sound of a seal slapping its belly.

Bai Youlou himself was damn amused. This actually happened? The way this guy was wearing the cuckold's hat was truly audacious.

Of course, there were no surveillance camera recordings from inside the house, nor did the paparazzi capture any actual intimate moments between the two.

But this was the entertainment industry, not a courtroom; it didn't require so much evidence. The photo of Bai Youlou helping the female celebrity back to her home was enough.

This was already considered solid proof.

But he wasn't the only one who went there. He seemed to have fallen asleep on someone's sofa, and he remembered some scumbag being there too.

The paparazzi didn't capture that!

The current problem was that the female celebrity seemed intent on protecting that scumbag. She offered no other explanation for the incident, as if tacitly admitting it was Bai Youlou.

In this situation, how could he break free?

Bai Youlou thought of several methods in his mind but found them almost impossible to resolve.

"Adultery comes from women's mouths."

The current situation was even more absurd. They didn't even need to falsely accuse him. By simply remaining silent, saying nothing at all, Bai Youlou was destined to take the blame.

No explanation would be useful.

He called the female celebrity, but she didn't answer at all, clearly intending to frame him.

Just as his agent said, would anyone believe him?

Facing this situation, Bai Youlou wasn't discouraged.

Since it was confirmed that he couldn't clear his name, he simply wouldn't try!

He'll take the blame.

It doesn't matter!

What was he, if not a crow at heart, to care about a little more soot on his feathers?

But he'd remember this grudge!

They say a gentleman takes ten years to get revenge, but screw ten years, he'd get revenge now!

Even if he couldn't clear his name, he'd be a piece of shit, stinking up the place and thoroughly disgusting the other party.

In his past life, when he started navigating society at fourteen, he had the courage to be held by the police without crying.

He'd relied on his sheer audacity to become a famous "artistic hooligan" in the entertainment industry.

Artistry was secondary, hooliganism primary.

Since he couldn't get proper revenge now, he'd go mad and disgust them first.

He wasn't Liu Hu, who would cut open his own stomach to prove his innocence. If he ever needed to prove something, he'd gouge out the other person's eyeballs and make them swallow them to see for themselves!