Tokyo: My obsession with China led me to become the king of Japanese entertainment.

Ze Muqing felt like she was dreaming.

Fifteen minutes ago, she was hiding in her closet, awkwardly trying to sing a difficult song that might help her get a contract.

And now-

"I'm pretty sure that Sawaki's singing is outstanding!" The man, who holds a place at the top of the Japanese rock music scene, said this to his mother with a confident expression.

Although it had just happened, Sawaki Ao couldn't quite remember how the person she was talking to her mother changed from Sakurada Jun to Moriuchi Takahiro, and how the topic turned to her singing.

I vaguely remember that my mother apologized in advance for the noise pollution that might result from her future singing, but Taka rejected her apology instead.

Because the singing was so excellent, it was definitely not noise.

Is this... a genuine compliment?

...It can't be.

The tiny sparkle in Ze Muqing's eyes went out automatically after flashing for a few seconds.

In my mind, the "smiling" comments from my teachers when I was studying at the artist training school began to echo again:

"It's too noisy, I personally don't like it..."

"This doesn't seem like the path to fame, does it?"

Such evaluations accompanied Ze Muqing throughout almost all of her academic journey. These evaluations came from professional teachers who were very certain that Ze Muqing was not the type to succeed in the music market.

Could they be wrong?

With a dim gaze sweeping over the surroundings, Ze Muqing quickly found a reason: it must be because of a social occasion, and the man was just being polite, nothing more...

Adults are not to be trusted.

So Ze Muqing lowered his head again.

After another dizzying spin, she found herself back in the wardrobe. Her singing was no longer playing from downstairs, as if everything that had just happened was just a fantasy.

"I'll go buy some soundproofing material later and patch up the walls," she thought.

Just then, her phone vibrated slightly, and the screen lit up, displaying a somewhat unfamiliar contact name:

Jun Sakurada.

Did you just add each other on Line?

Ze Muqing numbly pressed the screen to turn it on, expecting a polite greeting like "Please take care of me in the future," but she was slightly taken aback when she saw the content.

There were no pleasantries, no greetings, only three concise sentences:

"Do you think Brother Gui's praise was just to appease you?"

"You can rest assured about that. He is the kind of person who was pulled back to the light by music and his companions during the darkest moments of his life."

"A person like that would never lie about music."

……

"I'm quite shy about your praise." The monkey watched Sakurada Jun's fingers move rapidly and marveled.

"You're lying? You also think Sawaki's talent isn't good enough?" Sakurada Jun didn't even turn his head.

Monkey couldn't help but chuckle: "How could that be? It's simply that her teacher is blind."

"It must be admitted that her talent and technical characteristics are not quite a good fit for the Japanese domestic market. Her abilities and talents are closer to the type that is preferred in Europe and America, while her technique is a rather unconventional singing style in the anime and manga circles."

"But even so, her talent is undeniably powerful."

"Explain in more detail, and I'll relay it." Jun Sakurada nodded and continued typing.

"Why are you so interested in her? Have you fallen for her? I must remind you, Johnny's Entertainment has the strictest control over its artists' relationships in the entire industry—" Before Monkey Head could finish his teasing remark, he received a disdainful look from Sakurada Jun:

"What are you thinking? Dating? Do you think I have time for that?"

He pointed to his phone screen: "Is it possible that this is the most risk-free and highly profitable investment?"

"A gifted girl whose talent is obvious to the naked eye, yet she suffers from a severe lack of self-awareness and self-confidence due to poor education."

"At times like these, you don't need to spend too many resources. As long as you can reshape her perception of her talents and future prospects and restore her confidence, you can directly gain her unbreakable friendship."

"This kind of opportunity might only come once in a very long time."

Jun Sakurada vaguely remembered that Cloud Nine, the agency Ado had signed with in his previous life, had only been established for seven months when it began contacting Ado.

With no resources, no background, no connections, and no abilities, he is almost useless except for drawing the UR card Ado. He has survived to this day by simply clinging to Ado and sucking his blood.

But because they gave Ado enough care, trust and emotional support during his most insecure period, Ado not only remained loyal to the firm that did not help his future, but also expressed his gratitude to the firm more than once.

Could Jun Sakurada possibly miss out on such a good opportunity?

His own contract is with Johnny & Associates, so it's impossible for him to start his own agency and poach Ado in the short term. However, if Ado remembers that there was a kind older brother named Jun Sakurada who guided him, that would be an extremely valuable connection.

After all, his investment in Vaundy was at most icing on the cake, but for Ado, it was a lifeline.

The number one diva of the Reiwa era, that must have an incredible global appeal...

Seeing the gleam in Sakurada Jun's eyes, Malo was momentarily speechless.

Should we praise this kid for being rational, or scold him for being slow-witted?

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, after being bombarded with Sakurada Jun's opinions, Ado remained silent for a long while before cautiously replying with just a few words:

"Really?"

Jun Sakurada could imagine the girl upstairs with a glimmer of light in her eyes, carefully holding up hope, yet afraid that it would vanish like a flower in a mirror.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Mind teaching one more person? I'll pay you three times the fee." He looked up at Taka, who was slightly taken aback.

He was willing to teach Sakurada Jun to sing, clearly not for the reward, although Sakurada Jun was indeed very generous with his money.

If it were that Miss Zemu, he certainly wouldn't mind teaching her. After all, she's a genius, and if he taught her, he'd feel proud when people asked about her in the future.

Just like his mother, Masako Mori, who is the last disciple of Hibari Misora, a legend in the Japanese music scene.

only--

"You're really that good, kid?" He looked at Sakurada Jun with a strange gaze.

"What do you mean, 'can't I do it'? I already told you to teach me."

"Although it will definitely delay the progress to some extent, my learning ability is okay, so it shouldn't be affected too much." Jun Sakurada obviously didn't understand Taka's meaning and was still immersed in his own big plan.

If this works out, people will say he's Ado's senior in singing, which sounds like a great singing title.

Ignoring the monkey's incredulous yet slightly disdainful gaze, he continued typing on the screen without a word:

"If you don't believe me, Brother Gui has been staying at my house these past few days, giving me intensive vocal lessons."

"If you have time, come and learn with me for a few days, and you'll know whether you have the talent or not."