As the Male Lead's Master, I Should Just Sit Back and Enjoy the Show

Bai Chen transmigrated, and the body he transmigrated into was actually female. Bai Chen: What the! Author, get out here. We need to talk. A few years later, Bai Chen died. After being reborn, his wish to become a man came true, except sometimes he was male and sometimes female. Bai Chen: That would be worse than just being a woman. Later on, Bai Chen finally became a man for good, and his own disciple pounced on him. Some busybodies listed the two of them in the Twenty-Four Flower Album, with Bai Chen in third place and Chi Han in second. Bai Chen: This won't do! Why am I ranked below my own disciple? Chi Han: Sure, Master. Today you can be on top. Bai Chen: N-no... no need... Please briefly describe your traits: Bai Chen (protagonist, the bottom in this story): Do you dare remove that "the bottom in this story" part? Face-blind, uh, doesn't recognize people: amazing medical skills: loves money: likes sweets: spends his days snacking on gossip to stay alive: a little flighty, afraid of water. What's it like to transmigrate and then be reborn? Bai Chen: Not great. Everything has changed, and even my youngest disciple, who used to follow me around all day like a pitiful puppy, wants to devour me whole. Please briefly evaluate your disciple. Bai Chen (snacking on melon seeds): He's pretty obedient, with a bit of a temper and some little schemes. But even if he turns dark, he can't pull it off. All in all, he's just an innocent little virgin. Chi Han (suddenly appearing): Master, whether I'm a virgin or have turned dark, don't you know that better than anyone? Bai Chen: Ahem, we're in front of other people, okay? Let's be a little reserved. Chi Han (kissing his dear Master): Oh, then let's go home and do it. Me: ??? Is it really okay for you two to bully a single person like this? No, I can't let this go. I... I'm definitely going to drive your car right up into the sky, hehehe (leering).

Theme: He is the music and revelry of the mortal world, born for the drifting clouds and playing for them, enduring countless twists and turns and even shattering himself, all while waiting for the clouds that once sheltered him to look back.