The female protagonist's character was completely ruined after transmigrating into a book and b

Qin Yizhu knew that her parents were unreliable.

But the key point is that the two of them keep redefining Qin Yizhu's understanding of what unreliability is.

"Couldn't you at least give me your contact information?"

"Is there anything else?"

"What if something happens to me?"

"What could you possibly need? I don't have your contact information."

What could Qin Yizhu say?

I can only pray that nothing bad will happen to me tomorrow.

However, according to Murphy's Law, what people fear always comes true, and he did indeed have something come up unexpectedly.

In the morning, he received a call from Wang Gaofeng, asking him to go see a show on his behalf.

"What do you mean, bro, I should go see a show for you?"

"It's just an idol performance, I forgot it's my grandma's 80th birthday today, this is going to be a disaster."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Gaofeng sounded somewhat regretful.

"If you can't see it, then you can't see it. What do you mean by 'I'll see it for you'?"

Qin Yizhu really couldn't understand these people's thought processes.

"No way, my birthday is in a few days, so I sent the birthday wishes in advance. If no one shows up, wouldn't that money be wasted?"

Wang Gaofeng shouted, "Don't do this!"

Qin Yizhu knew roughly about Wang Gaofeng's idol group.

However, he did not know the specifics.

"Go find someone else, I really have something to do."

"Brother Qin, you're the only one who knows about this and doesn't laugh at me. If they knew I spent several hundred yuan just to hear a few birthday wishes, they'd definitely laugh at me until graduation."

Qin Yizhu couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

"Actually, I also think you're pretty lucky."

"But you won't laugh at me, will you?"

Come to think of it, it makes sense. Someone as tall and strong as Wang Gaofeng would enjoy watching young girls dance on stage; if others knew, they would definitely laugh at him.

Qin Yizhu believes that hobbies have no inherent hierarchy or value.

There's no fundamental difference between liking to watch otaku dance and liking to watch social dance.

As for spending money, it can only be said that he doesn't have a strong desire to control other people's money.

"Around when?"

"I'll send you the location between 3 and 5 pm."

Three to five o'clock.

That guy arrived around this time, right?

"So, all I need to do is record a greeting video for you and send it to you, right?"

"Yes, yes, you can leave early if you don't want to watch."

"That's alright then."

Therefore, the actual activity time is from 3:00 to 3:15.

I will not stay outside for more than an hour.

"Thanks, Brother Qin. I'll treat you to dinner when we get back."

Wang Gaofeng hung up the phone.

However, as Qin Yizhu was about to leave, the girl Tu Rou mentioned did not appear.

No, ma'am, are you going to chop pig feed in advance?

Qin Yizhu dislikes people who dawdle.

To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of this girl.

Although her story sounds really pitiful.

Finally, he went out, took a taxi, and arrived at the theater that Wang Gaofeng had sent him before three o'clock.

He knew this place, but had never been here before.

The admission ticket is an electronic ticket, so it seems there is a distinction between seated and standing tickets.

Qin Yizhu sat down and looked around.

The theater looked very large; he calculated that it could hold at least two hundred people.

This is only the area with seated tickets.

If the station area is included, the number of people should be even greater.

If a ticket costs eighty...

Qin Yizhu began to calculate.

Just as he was sitting there bored, someone sat down in the seat next to him.

He instinctively glanced back, his expression one of shock:

"A little bird?"

The other person's gaze, which was originally directed at the stage, also turned to him.

"What a coincidence."

The other person remained calm, showing no embarrassment or surprise at the fact that their deskmate from school was sitting next to them.

"Yes, that's right."

No, how could I run into this?

And is this hobby very widespread?

Qin Yizhu couldn't understand.

But with respect.

Whom do you push?

"Whom should I push?"

Qin Yizhu couldn't understand the jargon used in the industry.

"Exactly, whose fan are you?"

Chi Lingyuan spoke in a calm tone and glanced at Qin Yizhu again.

So he's not a fan? He just happened to be passing by, bought a ticket to come in and take a look?

"I am not a fan of anyone."

Qin Yizhu shook his head.

"I came on behalf of a friend. He ordered a birthday greeting, but something came up at the last minute, so I came to record the birthday greeting for him."

"Is that so?"

Chi Lingyuan nodded, and after a moment of silence, she spoke again.

"The company that produces this girl group was founded by one of our senior classmates."

"ha?"

Qin Yizhu was taken aback.

Is there another layer of relationship like this?

"At first, they only had a theater in Cangdao, but now they are the largest female idol group in the country."

"Is it that awesome?"

Qin Yizhu was surprised.

He doesn't really know much about this stuff.

"His initial operating model was that the girl group and the media company operated together. His methods were also very simple and crude. When expanding to the surrounding areas, he would first recruit local underground idols into the regular army."

The catfish that Chi Lingyuan mentioned probably refers to the catfish effect.

It's basically a troublemaker.

"He's the boss of a girl group, is his wife really at ease with him?"

Qin Yizhu expressed his doubts.

"The reason his girl group became the largest in the country is because of its management, and also..."

Chi Lingyuan paused for a moment,

"The boss ladies are all very beautiful."

"The boss ladies?"

Qin Yizhu felt her brain go blank.

Isn't this term too niche?

"Isn't this quite common among wealthy people?"

Chi Lingyuan spoke calmly, as if she saw things far too clearly.

"And they really do have whatever they want."

"I really need to look it up."

Qin Yizhu felt that his outlook on life was being reshaped.

He typed SX32—the name of the girl group—into a search engine and then followed various links to find the founder.

"He's only thirty? And he looks like this? Huh?"

Qin Yizhu felt that something was wrong.

No, isn't he more like the protagonist of this book?

Young and promising, good-looking and rich.

His entry was followed by a tabloid story from a month ago, showing him appearing in Southeast Asia with several female companions.

Chi Lingyuan shrugged.

Qin Yizhu's reaction was exactly what she expected.

"Young man, have you also realized that you're not the protagonist of this world?"

"I was never that way."

Qin Yizhu blurted it out.

Chi Lingyuan didn't understand the meaning behind his words, but she still said:

"Everyone is the protagonist of their own life."

"Little bird, as the top student in your class, there's absolutely no credibility in what you're saying, okay?"

She can be the protagonist whenever she wants.

"They're all the same age, I didn't intend to use my superiority to my advantage."

Chi Lingyuan delivered incredibly cool and awesome lines in a rather calm tone.

"Look at the way you strung them together."

Qin Yizhu was truly at his wit's end.

He suddenly remembered a study that suggested the more abstract a person's thinking, the higher their IQ.

From this perspective, Chi Lingyuan's current state seems quite normal.

"I left right after taking the birthday wishes photos."

"I don't recommend you leave so early."

Why?

"Because if you leave early, you might see yourself on Weibo."

"Then he's been fucking killed."

Qin Yizhu was speechless.

Sure enough, the smaller the circle, the more rules and regulations there will be.