Qin Fang was knocked into a parallel world by an air conditioner unit that fell from above, becoming an obscure 18th-tier entertainer who had utterly bombed.
The original owner had died suddenly from depression caused by online harassment, leaving him three million in debt and a mountain of dirt on the internet.
Looking at the face in the mirror, which resembled his own by about seventy percent, he suddenly laughed. “This is a pretty sweet deal!”
That night, he went live with the original owner’s battered guitar.
As his clear voice rose with the melody of “Rice Fragrance,” the barrage of comments suddenly froze: “I’m tired of hating. I need a cry first.”
When the show’s producers came calling with an offer in the middle of the night, he was being cornered backstage by three top-tier stars:
Song queen Su Qingxue said icily, “You wrote ‘Foam’ for me, didn’t you?”
Best Actress Ye Zhiqiu waved a script. “No one but you can play Cheng Dieyi in Farewell My Concubine.”
Award-winning producer Lin Wei slapped a contract on the table. “Sign with me, and I’ll pay ten times the penalty!”
In the corner, his childhood friend Xia Xiaonuan looked on with tearful eyes. “You promised... you’d only write songs for me...”
