He Really Pulled It Off

The biggest taboo for transmigrators and reincarnators: at the beginning, don't act too differently from how you did before.

In Old Zhou's eyes, as someone who knew Bai Youlou so well, everything happening before him seemed especially unscientific.

There was simply no way to explain it scientifically.

Even if Bai Youlou was a genius who could learn this stuff incredibly fast, or even teach himself without a teacher, the premise was—

You had to freaking learn it first, right?!

Old Zhou had been Bai Youlou's manager ever since his debut. He could say that he knew him even better than that ambiguous love interest of his had.

And throughout that entire time, he had never seen the kid play any kind of musical instrument.

Old Zhou had asked him before, back when he was promoting songs, and Bai Youlou had personally said that he couldn't play.

Now he had suddenly transformed into a musical master, and Old Zhou really couldn't accept it.

Bai Youlou: Whether you can accept it or not is none of my business.

It wasn't some fantasy or cultivation setting. What the hell was he afraid of?

Likewise, there was no risk of copying the wrong poem in a feudal dynasty and getting beheaded by the emperor.

Modern society was great. No matter how he acted as a plagiarist, at most people would suspect him of plagiarism or impersonating the original creator.

Even if someone "exposed" the truth and claimed he was a transmigrator or something, at most it would just attract a crowd of people looking for entertainment.

Even if they took a megaphone and shouted about it in the street, there was no guarantee anyone would believe them.

So what was there to worry about?

He looked down on those people who became plagiarists yet still acted timid and cautious.

Anyway, Bai Youlou had no psychological burden whatsoever. He was just going to unleash everything, refuse to explain how he had written it, refuse to explain how he knew it, and say, What are you going to do about it?

Didn't understand? Then go ask the magical conch.

Only with this kind of shameless attitude could he truly be said to possess the entertainment resources of an entire world.

Different people had different perspectives, and they saw different things.

Long Ziqiang was shocked and wondered if he was dreaming.

Old Zhou thought it was absurd and unscientific.

As for another person outside the door, her limpid eyes seemed to reflect a soul impatient to vent itself.

In her eyes, Bai Youlou didn't look like he was singing or playing the piano at all. Instead, he seemed to be venting something.

Under that urgency, a scorching heat seemed to emerge from thin air.

It was hot enough to glow.

She had already been standing at the doorway for quite some time. Clearly, no one had noticed her yet.

And she was happy to quietly continue watching this unique "performance."

However, one person could no longer hold back.

That person was the superstar An Luning, who was hiding at the other end of the corridor.

Seeing that her "scout" still hadn't returned and was even standing there in a daze, she couldn't help calling out, "Sister Zhang!"

"Ah~" Zhang Xiaorong responded instinctively upon hearing the voice. As a result, the sound also alerted the three people inside the classroom.

The music stopped abruptly.

There was a beautiful woman!

Although the girl at the door was dressed very simply—a completely ordinary white shirt paired with jeans—and her hair was merely tied back, with no unnecessary accessories on her face or body and no makeup, her tall figure and graceful, upright bearing made her stand out exceptionally.

A tranquil air like pine trees in an empty valley seemed to arise from thin air.

Hmm. How should he describe it?

No wonder Ma Xiaotiao liked Xia Lingguo!

Facing three pairs of eyes, Zhang Xiaorong did not turn and run. She did not look particularly flustered. Instead, she nodded and smiled faintly in greeting, then took one more careful look at Bai Youlou before turning and leaving.

"She is really beautiful!" Long Ziqiang couldn't wait to exclaim. "She'd count as the campus belle even at the film academy, right?!"

Old Zhou was more down-to-earth and didn't forget his "old profession." He rubbed his chin in confusion. "That can't be right. How come I don't know her?"

Long Ziqiang was a little unconvinced. He felt Old Zhou was showing off a bit. "Do you know every pretty girl?"

Old Zhou sneered. "What the hell do you know? A pretty girl with such distinctive features, and from the film academy at that—I should know her! And she must become famous. Do you think the talent scouts in the industry are just sitting around doing nothing?"

"That just means she's low-key!" Long Ziqiang had clearly been struck by one of his particular preferences. His smile was even a little bashful. "I like this kind!"

Clearly, with Bai Youlou putting on such a miraculous performance, the fact that this girl could still attract the other two men's attention and make them temporarily forget about him meant that she was truly extraordinarily beautiful.

But the next second, a hand landed on Long Ziqiang's shoulder. "I'm the director. I'll make the first move."

Hearing that, Long Ziqiang suddenly felt they shared the same heroic vision. He was honored to have such a kindred spirit.

Even the way he spoke to Bai Youlou was slightly different from before.

There was less bootlicking, and seemingly more genuine respect.

"Director, you like this type too? We have pretty similar tastes."

"Cut the crap. I'm not as shallow as you."

"Huh?"

"I like all beautiful women!"

Long Ziqiang: Ah. The Great Vehicle Buddhist teachings?

After teasing the older male youth, Bai Youlou walked over and stuck his head out to look around. He discovered that the girl from earlier had already disappeared.

Huh?

Leaving aside the absurd possibility that the girl had sprinted away the moment she vanished from their sight—

Bai Youlou reasonably deduced that she had probably entered one of the classrooms on this floor.

But he had no chance to strike up a conversation with her for the time being.

It wasn't because Bai Youlou was that self-aware, knew his reputation was bad, and didn't want to cause trouble for the girl.

It was simply because Old Zhou and Long Ziqiang had already recovered from the beauty's impact and were now staring at him with burning eyes.

After showing off in front of people, he had to receive the audience's shock for it to be complete.

Otherwise, it didn't count as putting on a good show.

However, Old Zhou was currently trapped in deep doubt and confusion, while Long Ziqiang was much more straightforward. He thought Bai Youlou was amazing.

"Director, were those songs you just sang all written by you? I've never heard a single one!"

Looking at his sincere expression and Old Zhou's probing gaze beside him, Bai Youlou yawned and decided to make his display of skill even more impressive.

"Nothing worth mentioning. Hurry up and clean up. I'm a little tired."

Ah, this~

Clearly, he had really pulled it off this time.

Those light, airy words delivered the greatest psychological shock to the two audience members.

What did he mean, "nothing worth mentioning"?

Long Ziqiang was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. As an independent bar singer, his feelings at that moment were genuinely impossible to describe.

He had thought that combining Bai Youlou's three outrageous identities into the identity of a director was already absurd enough.

But only after Bai Youlou had truly shown off in a field he was good at and loved did Long Ziqiang realize that the world had just opened up before him!

He felt as if he had things he wanted to say, yet had no idea what to say or how to say it.

He couldn't possibly ask bluntly, "Director, I think your songs are amazing. Do you have any that would suit me?"

As a "man of society," Long Ziqiang wasn't that shameless. He was far too embarrassed to ask.

He could only force himself to hold it in. At the very least, he would have to wait until they had developed a certain level of familiarity before bringing it up.

However, he had already made up his mind. No matter how Bai Youlou planned to shoot that movie, he would cooperate with all his strength.

He would do whatever Bai Youlou told him to do!

Oh, right. He couldn't accept that ten-thousand-yuan acting fee anymore!

At that moment, Old Zhou glanced at Long Ziqiang's utterly undisguisable expression and suddenly understood what Bai Youlou had meant earlier.

What a way to give someone a dream!

But was this deal worth it?

Although Bai Youlou had only sung a short section of each song just now, Old Zhou could still hear their quality.

With material this good, rather than find a way to use it to make his own comeback, he was really giving it to a bar singer?

It wasn't that Old Zhou looked down on Long Ziqiang.

If Bai Youlou himself had sung those songs before his scandal, the influence and results they could produce would have crushed Long Ziqiang's by ten times or more.

That was the power of one's face.

Even now, with scandals clinging to him, Bai Youlou still offered much better value than Long Ziqiang.

So here was the question.

Why not use them himself?!

Plop.

A small notebook fell from Bai Youlou's coat pocket.

Long Ziqiang immediately picked it up with great enthusiasm. "Director, you dropped something."

Old Zhou had sharp eyes.

There was a strange name on the notebook's cover.

"Three Hundred Children's Songs."