How did I become famous?

Fang Bie sat there listlessly in a room.

Yan Shuangying waited in the car outside, while Su Mulin... went to find her brother.

If it's already been said to be a cover-up, how can it be a cover-up in broad daylight outside?

"Hey bro, are you a singer-songwriter too?"

Fang turned around and saw a fat man wearing glasses smiling at him.

When this fat man smiled, the two lumps of flesh on his cheekbones bulged out, making it impossible to see his eyes.

To be honest, it really clashes with his shoulder-length hair.

"I wouldn't call myself a singer, and my original songs... are just so-so."

Fang Bie had a clear understanding of his own limitations.

His singing ability is at best at the level of a karaoke star.

Original... "Pipa Xing" is an ancient poem that "borrows" songs from the original world.

As for the remaining few rubbish ancient-style lyrics, anyone can write them as long as they master the "formula for creating ancient-style lyrics".

But this can be considered original, right?

"Actually, it's hard for anyone to have a chance," the chubby guy sighed.

"Oh?" Fang Bie's interest was piqued. "Could it be that some big shot is also participating in this competition?"

Since you're all big shots, why don't you compete with everyone for a spot?

However, Fang Bie remained completely unmoved; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

So what if he's a big shot? This is all behind-the-scenes stuff; he's already been chosen internally.

Besides, his lyrics are also quite good.

Hmm... it's not bad compared to the lyrics of ancient-style songs in this world.

Furthermore, the music composed by Su Murin also adds to the appeal.

Fang Bie had to admit that Su Mulin was indeed a genius.

Generally, when writing songs, the melody is written first, and then the lyrics are written based on the melody.

However, Su Mulin composed four songs based on the lyrics written by Fang Bie in less than one night.

Moreover, that song is really beautiful, at least from afar; it's almost as good as some of the more popular ancient-style songs in the original world.

That's not even the most outrageous part.

The most ridiculous thing is that just by listening to Fang Bie sing a cappella, Su Mulin perfectly reproduced the instruments used in the song.

She had previously shown Fang Bie that it was almost identical to the song "Pipa Xing" from her previous life.

No, it should be said to be better.

Her music perfectly expresses the emotions in the famous poem by the Hermit of Fragrant Hills that has been passed down through the ages.

As expected of a genius girl, Fang Bie was starting to feel a little insecure.

Does he really think he can fool such a talented girl?

It seems a bit difficult.

"Because I'm here." The chubby guy with flowing long hair said with a smile, uttering a statement that was extremely provocative.

As expected, the other candidates glared at him angrily.

But nobody said anything.

We're all in the same circle, and everyone knows this fat guy.

He certainly has the right to say that.

The fat man glanced at the group with a smug look on his face—he never cared about the anger of the weak.

But when his gaze fell on Fang Bie's face, he froze.

Because Fang Bie's expression was extremely calm.

No, it should be said that he seemed to have no expression at all.

After a while, Fang Bie realized that someone was watching him.

He snapped out of his daze, his eyes filled with confusion: "What did you just say?"

The fat man's eyes held a complex expression.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath and smiled, "Looks like you're quite confident, brother. May I ask your name?"

"Fang Bie".

"Fang Bie... I've never heard of that name before."

The fat man frowned: "My name is Liu Mang."

"A nice name, I've heard so much about you." Fang Bie shook hands with him perfunctorily.

Although the name is interesting, it's not a parallel universe counterpart of any celebrity, so Fang Bie didn't feel anything about it.

Liu Mang's eyes narrowed into slits.

He could tell that the young man surnamed Fang was being perfunctory.

But he had no business, because he could tell that the kid didn't recognize him at all.

Honestly, in the music composition circle, there are very few people who don't know him.

If he hadn't been so arrogant and committed crimes in the past, would he still need to participate in this selection process?

"Turns out he's an amateur."

An outsider like him probably got here through connections.

However, the reviewers there are all big shots, so this is the best he can do.

At a talent show, this kid was wearing a flashy, designer-made white suit... Damn, isn't he just a rich kid who came to have fun?

Even Liu Mang himself greatly admired those people inside.

Those big shots definitely wouldn't engage in shady dealings.

He no longer pays attention to Fang Bie.

Why should an outsider pay attention to him?

Anyway, Liu Mang had no intention of trying to curry favor with such rich people.

He didn't speak, and Fang Bie was naturally happy to relax.

To be honest, everyone here is a professional. If we really chatted for a few minutes, wouldn't he expose his ignorance?

His goal was simply to be selected through shady dealings, collect the prize money, and leave without ever having any further dealings with the person.

Two hundred thousand is the most important!

A few minutes later, the door opened, and a woman with a very scholarly air peeked out.

"The teachers are all here, please come in."

The group of fewer than twenty people took a deep breath and then filed in.

You could tell they were all quite nervous.

The 200,000 yuan isn't important; what they care about is the recognition from a professional expert.

There were also people who weren't nervous, such as Liu Mang, who was very confident in herself, and Fang Bie, who was even more confident.

He wasn't confident in himself, but he was even more confident in the poems of the Hermit of Xiangshan, the music of Su Mulin, and the "behind-the-scenes" story.

Upon entering the fairly spacious room, a dozen or so people sat down on chairs against the wall, their eyes fixed on the six people sitting behind the table in the center.

The people sitting on the far left and far right are both veteran music producers in the industry.

The four in the middle, the one on the left is a middle-aged man who is probably around sixty years old.

He was described as middle-aged because, although he was already sixty, his eyes were bright and his spirit was excellent, making him look no more than fifty.

He is Professor Li Hua of Kyoto Conservatory of Music, and also the composer in charge of "The Divine Physician in Plain Clothes".

Actually, he wasn't really needed, but there was no other way; he's good friends with the film's director, Zhang Luo.

Unable to refuse such a kind invitation, he could not turn down the offer.

The middle-aged man with white hair on the right of the three is Zhang Luo, the director of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Actually, he's only forty-seven this year; that white hair... he dyed it himself.

The two in the middle, one is Su Mulin who is too young and too beautiful, but everyone is more concerned about her appearance and temperament.

Perhaps she's a relative of the producer?

The other person also looked quite young, only around thirty, but he was sitting in the very middle.

He is a top-notch lyricist, and he has written lyrics for many songs by top singers and actresses.

But that's not why he's allowed to sit in the middle.

He was able to sit in the middle because he was the youngest dean in the history of Kyoto University's Bunka Gakuin and the youngest vice president in the history of Kyoto University.

Others don't need to know his past deeds; as long as they know his name, they won't question his age.

His name is Su Shi.

That is, Su Mulin's older brother.

And now, this youngest vice president and dean of the world's top university, who is unrestrained, sociable, loves good food and travel, is staring at the young man in a flashy white suit with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Put your songs up, and you'll know the result in ten minutes."