The top scorer in the college entrance examination was reduced to a delivery boy, and on a rainy night during the divorce, Qin Tian looked up to the sky and shouted: "God, I refuse to accept it. You have the ability to kill me!"
Boom——! As he wished.
Good news, Qin Tian traveled through time,
But there is no system and no external panel.
In his mind, only fragmentary and incomplete fragments of lyrics and music from another world remained.
The bad news is still the delivery guy.
During the day, I run takeaways and take time out to sell songs in street stores, earning tens or hundreds of dollars;
Squatting in the live broadcast room at night to sing, working hard, just to have more laughter at home.
A pure grassroots man with nothing, pieced together incomplete lyrics and music bit by bit, struggled to survive.
Capital squeeze, plagiarism, and industry covert suppression followed one after another, and there were invisible walls everywhere.
Ordinary people are struggling, but with their passion for "making money", they fight their way to the bright stage of the National Day Gala.
The Grammy that the country looks up to from afar is in his hands.
The international superstar sought after by the world is at his feet.
