Showbiz: I Write a Poem Every Day, and My Roommate Begs Me to Write Her a Song

[This novel has been discontinued. The new book is similar, and it's guaranteed to be good!] On the first day He Xu moved into the shared apartment, he ran into his roommate. More precisely, he caught his roommate wearing a face mask, holding half a watermelon, and dressed in nothing but underwear from the waist down. "Aaaaaah! Pervert!!!" The watermelon slipped from her hands and hit the carpet, splattering red juice everywhere. He Xu: "...Jiang Nanzhi didn't tell you I was a man?" Wen Nansheng was a signed singer who had been shelved for two years. Her list of works was blank. She was just like him in his previous life. Every day, she curled up on the sofa, eating takeout and watching dramas, living like a retired old lady. Every day, he recited "strange poems" at the wall and cooked food so awful even stray cats turned it down. She couldn't take it anymore, and stopped hiding her skills. She snatched the spoon from his hand. "Move." From then on, he bought groceries and she cooked. He memorized poetry in his room to earn points, while she listened to "The Wind Rises" in the living room. She had no idea that he had written the song that had taken the whole internet by storm. She also had no idea that on the night he first truly heard her hum there was only one thought in his mind: A voice like that shouldn't be left undiscovered.