How did I become famous?

"I refuse to accept this!"

The two turned their heads and saw Liu Mang's face flushed red: "He's an outsider whose name I've never heard of before, even if he's better than me, I'll accept it!"

He pointed at Fang Bie: "But listen to what he has to say!"

Liu Mang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "I believe that none of you would have engaged in any pre-arranged deals, and Principal Su's singing is indeed far superior to mine. But..."

He turned around and glared fiercely at Fang Bie.

"Is he really better than me?"

Su Mulin narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "You can't even see his taillights."

"Ha, is this what they call the guilty party accusing the innocent first?"

Fang was even more annoyed.

He crossed his arms over his chest, adopting the posture of an onmyoji, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Are you trying to deny that you're the one who orchestrated everything?"

Liu Mang's face flushed red with anger: "WDNMD! Who are you calling a jerk?!"

Director Zhang Luo was losing face. With so many people present, how could you just turn me into a jerk?

"Well, there was no behind-the-scenes manipulation or pre-selection this time."

Fang Bie remained expressionless: "Director Zhang, do you even believe that yourself? Or are you implying that 'The Song of the Pipa' is inferior to his song?"

Do you think you're Li Bai or Du Fu?

"Fine, I'll admit we can't beat them." Fang Bie pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "If you still say this song is inferior... ha!"

Su Shi, who had been watching Fang Bie closely, suddenly brightened up and rushed over to snatch the white paper from Fang Bie's hand.

Unfortunately, his sister beat him to it.

"Rin, let your older brother take a look~"

Su Mulin closed the white paper in her hand; her hands were trembling.

Fang Bie spread his hands: "Give it back to me."

Taking a deep breath, Su Mulin's expression was indifferent: "No."

As she spoke, she handed the paper to Su Shi.

Fang Bie was starting to panic.

In a fit of anger, I pulled out a new song lyric. It was originally intended as a backup because the lyrics didn't quite fit the movie's plot. But...

The key point is that the person in question is right in front of you!

The strange sense of shame that came from presenting Su Shi with "Prelude to Water Melody" made Fang Bie somewhat uneasy.

It feels like... you're chatting with your buddy, and his new wife is secretly flirting with your hand under the table.

It was both exciting and shameful.

But since things have come to this, there's not much more to say.

Fang felt as if he had drifted off into a trance, until...

"Brother Fang!"

A pair of hands gripped Fang Bie's hands tightly, pulling him back to reality.

Looking at the excited Su Shi in front of him, Fang Bie forced a smile and said, "Principal Su... please let me know if you need anything."

"Brother Fang," Su Shi sighed, calming himself, "Brother Fang, come back to the capital with me!"

"what?"

"Stop wasting your time! The position of Dean of the Kyoto University Bunka College is where you truly belong!"

"Well......"

"Wasting your talent will incur divine retribution!"

"I don't have the talent."

Fang explained, "This wasn't written by me, nor is it 'The Ballad of the Pipa'."

"Brother Fang," Su Shi patted his shoulder forcefully, "excessive modesty is hypocrisy. As the current dean of Wenhua Academy, why have I never even heard of these two timeless masterpieces?"

He said that last sentence through gritted teeth.

But he admired Fang Bie more because Fang Bie was the same kind of person as him.

He used to like telling others that he had no talent, and then people would look at him with complicated expressions.

He didn't even need to look in a mirror to know that the way he looked at Fang Bie now was the same way others looked at him back then.

"If you say you didn't write it, then who could it be?"

"Uh..." Fang Bie decided to tell the truth after all, "The author of 'Pipa Xing' is Bai Juyi, and the author of 'Shuidiao Getou' is Su... you, Principal."

Su Shi was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Haha! So you were waiting for me here!"

"But flattery won't work. I never wrote 'Prelude to Water Melody,' and the old principal never wrote 'Song of the Pipa.'"

"..."

Fang Bie smirked: "Excuse me, but perhaps the old principal is...?"

"The old principal's surname was Bai, don't you think?"

"..."

Awkward, so incredibly awkward.

What should we do if we encounter someone like Li Bai in the future?

Then I'll stop writing songs, at least I won't touch those ancient-style songs that use classical poems. I'll just stick to making movies.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"An annual salary of three million is just the base salary; there are also various other subsidies."

"..."

It seems pretty good?

Anyway, he doesn't have any ambitions. A few million a year is definitely enough for him to live a carefree life.

But the reason he hesitated was that he didn't know anything about writing poetry.

If you're asked to give a lecture later, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

"He can't go."

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Miss Su stepped forward.

She abruptly shook off Su Shi's hand that was holding Fang Bie's, then grabbed Fang Bie's sleeve, her lips pressed tightly together: "He can't go."

Su Shi smiled and asked, "Why?"

"He wants to make a movie with me."

"Rin, you're not a child anymore."

Su Shi said calmly, "Your father didn't mind your childish game of making a living, and neither do your second son and I. You're still young, so it's fine for you to play if you want."

He looked down at Su Mulin: "But if you block my way, you understand, right?"

He put his arm around Fang Bie's shoulder and said, "With Brother Fang's talent, playing house with you would be a complete waste of time. You know what I mean, right?"

"I can make good movies!"

"With your three million?"

"I can make even more money if I sell the car!"

Su Shi rubbed his nose: "Are you perhaps referring to that blue Bentley outside?"

"yes......"

"Isn't that my car? I let Yan Shuangying drive it for you to use, so even if you sell it for money, it's still mine, okay?"

"..."

"Brother, if I may say something, let's forget about going to Wenhua Academy or anything like that."

Su Mulin suddenly looked up, only to be met with a lazy, smiling face above him.

"This isn't my ambition, Brother Su, you shouldn't force me."

If you let him become the dean, he'll be exposed in no time.

"No way, bro, with your skill level, you're really willing to play house with my sister?"

Su Shi looked the two men up and down with a suspicious expression.

"I understand."

He took out his phone, pressed three numbers, and was about to dial.

"Hello, is this 110?"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Fang Bie stopped him abruptly. "Brother Su, what are you doing?"

"Call the police! Someone is abducting a minor girl."

"She's just a kid, Su-ge, you've misunderstood!" Fang Bie quickly explained, "I like someone a bit more mature."

That's complete nonsense.

He is a particularly devoted person.

He only likes pretty girls.

Su Mulin is very beautiful and has a great figure.

She still has long, straight black hair.

This falls right within Fang Bie's preferences.

But Su Shi didn't know that.

He simply gave Fang Bie a knowing look, then handed him a business card: "Contact me if you need anything."

Feeling that what he said might not have been quite right, he added, "The gates of Kyoto University are always open for you."

"No problem, if there's nothing else, we'll be going now."

Fang didn't want to stay any longer. After exchanging phone numbers with Li Hua, Zhang Luo, and the others, he planned to run away with Su Mulin.

Two hundred thousand is gone, so be it.

Anyway, I still have a million yuan left to "buy fruit".

"etc!"

With a loud shout, Liu Mang blocked their path.

Fang Bie frowned: "What do you want to do?"

He didn't give this arrogant fat man a friendly look.

He took my bonus, and now he dares to block my way?

I hope my side won't start hitting people again!

Liu Mang glanced at the table, where there were two songs written by Fang Bie, which he had just finished reading.

He looked again at the piece of paper in his hand—it contained a song he had written himself.

He tore up the song he had written.

Without hesitation.

Then... he bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"Coach, I want to learn how to write songs!"