No One Knows the Name Tonight

Ling Shuo once had a glorious past, but after the outsourcing company he worked for went bankrupt, his current situation is that he is a freelancer at best, but can't find a serious job at worst. The resumes submitted either lacked academic qualifications, or because of his resume, he felt that his small company could not accommodate such a giant Buddha. Ling Shuo flipped through the unread emails on his phone, sighing and calculating: Put aside the salary and unpaid wages, the most important thing now is to have a stable meal. Originally, he wouldn't be so busy that he couldn't finish his first meal, but on his twenty-first birthday, his ability suddenly awakened. Logically speaking, this should be a great thing. Who doesn't want to be one step closer to their dream? But no one had ever told him that the greater the ability, the greater the appetite. Ever since he woke up, his stomach felt like a bottomless pit, and the feeling of fullness had become a luxury. That day, he was handing out leaflets on the commercial street as usual, and the scorching sun made people dizzy. He took off his hat and shook his hair, trying to dissipate the heat. As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by the wrist by a woman wearing sunglasses. "Are you interested in becoming an idol?" Ling Shuo looked at the business card handed over by the other party. It came from—— Star Track Entertainment. He had done outsourcing work for this company before and knew that Star Track Entertainment was one of the top entertainment companies in the federation. Ling Shuo thought, it would be great to be an idol, taking care of food, food, housing, and wages. Maybe he could live a life of luxury, luxury, and wealth like on TV. So I just followed it. Then, the nightmare began. The first time I met my boss, the man who was rumored to have been all-powerful for more than ten years, I stared at his face in shock for ten seconds. Then the boss stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the corners of his eyes lightly. His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper grazing his throat: "Sure enough... It's very similar..." Lingshuo:? ? ? Lingshuo's scalp exploded. The talent scout beside him added in a low voice: "The boss's son passed away due to an accident a few years ago." Alarm bells rang in Lingshuo's mind: This is not the way to be an idol! This is a double trap! I want to get off! Now! Immediately! Immediately! However, before Ling Shuo could find a reason to get out of the car, the salary and conditions offered by his boss already made his legs weak. It could be said that it was more money than he could make in a lifetime of outsourcing. He looked at the boss's face that was full of stories, then looked at the talent scout next to him who was nodding wildly, suggesting "Hurry up and say yes," and then thought about his stomach that had been hungry for several days. "... I sign." He heard his own voice say. That's it for now, let's eat first. Later, Ling Shuo wanted to travel back to this afternoon countless times and slap the big mouth on himself at that time. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. Before he could recover from the extremely low pressure in his boss's office, as soon as he turned a corner outside, he was choked by the smell of cigarette smoke in the corridor and sneezed. Then he raised his head and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. It's a man. Holding a pipe, he is covered in tattoos from his neck to his wrists, making him look like someone who is not easy to mess with. The moment the man saw his face, the pause button was pressed on his whole figure, and he almost dropped the pipe in his hand. After three seconds of dead silence, the man looked away from his face little by little, and his voice was hoarse and deep, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "... No, you are not him." Ling Shuo: "…………" He opened his mouth and found that he couldn't even ask "Who is he?" I had no choice but to rush into the practice room as if to run away, and collapsed on the floor of the practice room, looking at the ceiling and falling into philosophical thinking: Am I here to be an idol, or am I here to be a professional substitute? After thinking for a long time, money finally trumped philosophy. He decided to find time to change his trumpet to the AAA White Moonlight Wholesale Market. Since he couldn't change the status quo, he would accept his fate! ———————————— ★Shou is the youngest among the character cards. She complains a lot in her heart. She usually relies on her abilities to keep her face straight () ★Is this considered a fake stock purchase? I have already decided the winner, please see the details of the character card. If you like to eat, you will win with small attacks () ★There will be guest appearances from other characters in the series Intention: A person's life must be decided by himself