The last thing Jiang Chen saw before he died was Lin Weiwei's frightened but unrepentant eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the university campus. The guitar club was recruiting new students, and Lin Weiwei was smiling at him and waving to him.
In his previous life, he sacrificed his amazing talent and dignity to her to help her ascend to the top of the singing world, but she turned around and slept with someone else.
In this life, Jiang Chen passed by with an expressionless face.
He wanted to meet the future music godfathers and gold medal producers in advance with a head full of unreleased hits.
"Classmate Jiang, please wait a moment..." Lin Weiwei's voice sounded from behind, with a familiar sweetness and a trace of imperceptible panic.
Jiang Chen didn't stop and walked straight towards the dilapidated recording studio outside the school that would become famous in the Chinese music scene in the future.
