Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Tianxing Entertainment, Composition Department Office.

Zhao Heng stared at the real-time data of the Nebula Ranking on the computer screen, his eyes wide like saucers.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

After confirming that he hadn't misread it, he suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, startling his colleague at the next workstation.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Heng opened his mouth, pointed at the screen, his voice trembling:

"Summer Breeze... Nebula Chart... Number One."

The entire office fell silent for a second.

Then, as if someone had pressed a switch, everyone gathered around at the same time.

"What?!"

"First?!"

"Impossible! It wasn't even in the top 30 last week?"

"From outside the top 30 to number one in just one week? What kind of data is that?"

Zhao Heng's fingers trembled as he refreshed the page on the keyboard.

The numbers haven't changed.

"Summer Breeze" is ranked #1 on the Nebula Chart.

Views: 1.2 million.

Search popularity index: Explosive.

Discussion level: Explosive.

Popularity: Explosive.

Zhao Heng slowly sat back down, leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long breath.

"Mr. Fei..." His voice seemed to drift from a great distance, "You made the right bet."

The young composer next to him leaned over to take a look at the data and gasped: "This growth curve... this isn't a normal chart-topping curve, this is an explosive curve."

"It doesn't seem like it was created by massive marketing campaigns," another veteran composer analyzed with a frown. "It's more like... spontaneous dissemination?"

"What song could spontaneously spread to this extent?"

No one can answer that.

In the history of the Chinese music scene, there has never been a song that rose from outside the top 30 to the top of the Star Chart within a week without large-scale promotion.

there has never been.

Zhao Heng picked up his phone and sent a message to Fei Zhao.

[President Fei's "Summer Breeze" is currently ranked number one on the Nebula Chart.]

Three seconds later, Fei Zhao replied with a single word.

【Um. 】

Zhao Heng's lips twitched as he looked at the word "hmm".

This is Fei Zhao's style.

Even if you're secretly overjoyed, you'll remain outwardly as calm as a rock.

He shook his head and glanced down at the data again.

The metrics for "Summer Breeze" are still rising.

Moreover, there is absolutely no sign that the upward trend is slowing down.

Meanwhile, at Tianxing Entertainment, in the president's office.

Fei Zhao sat alone behind his large desk. On the computer screen in front of him, the real-time data of the Nebula Ranking was like a constantly rising curve, steadily holding the first place.

She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and her gaze fell on the song title on the screen—"Summer Breeze".

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

The curvature is so small that if someone stands three meters away, they can't see it at all.

But she knew what was hidden in that curve.

She suddenly remembered that day in the conference room, Lin Yuan leaning back in his chair with his hands crossed behind his head. He had the youthful face of an eighteen-year-old, and spoke in a nonchalant manner, but his eyes became unusually serious when he talked about the value of his work.

"I believe in my talent."

Fei Zhao put down his coffee cup, picked up the landline on the table, and dialed an internal number.

"The Ministry of Justice, that's me."

She paused for a moment, her tone still calm, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a very rare gentleness.

"Revise the profit-sharing agreement we discussed with Lin Yuan before, including the additional five-point clause, and get the process completed as soon as possible."

"...Yes, it's the additional clause for the top spot on the Nebula Ranking."

After hanging up the phone, Fei Zhao leaned back in his chair and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the Beijing skyline at dusk, where the setting sun had dyed the entire cloud area orange-red.

the first.

Definitely number one.

"It was definitely the right decision," she muttered to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Then she picked up the documents on the table again, turned to the next page, and continued working.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But the coffee on my desk tasted especially good today.

On the other side, in the Tianxing Entertainment practice room.

Xu Nian sat in the corner, holding her phone, the screen displaying the real-time rankings of the Nebula Ranking.

"Summer Wind", No. 1.

She stared at the number, her fingers trembling slightly.

Her eyes were already red.

She took a deep breath, opened WeChat, and found Lin Yuan's chat window.

In the chat box, the last message she sent was from a week ago: "Teacher Lin, I will practice singing diligently."

She quickly typed a line of text and sent it without thinking:

Teacher Lin, we did it!

After sending it, she stared at the screen for two seconds, then grinned.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons as she laughed, her shoulders shook with laughter, and she laughed like a child who had gotten first place in the class and couldn't wait to rush home to tell her parents.

The practice room was quiet, with only the summer breeze blowing gently through the corridor outside the window.

Starway Entertainment, Wu Liang's office.

Wu Liang's face looked as if someone had stuffed a mouthful of bitter melon—the kind that wasn't ripe.

He stared at the Nebula Rankings on the screen, refreshing it five times.

Every time I refresh, the result is the same.

"Summer Wind", No. 1.

"Midsummer", number 5.

"That's impossible," Wu Liang muttered to himself, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

He grabbed his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and dialed Chu Nan's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Chu Nan!" Wu Liang's voice was filled with anger that had been building up for days and finally found an outlet. "Didn't you say He Ying's August Star Chart was a sure thing? Didn't you say victory was in the bag? 'Midsummer' is only fifth! Xu Nian, that second-tier singer's song, is number one! Explain this to me!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Chu Nan's voice rang out again, lacking the previous air of complete control and carrying a rare frankness:

"Mr. Wu... I never expected it to explode like this. This time, we miscalculated."

Just two simple sentences.

There was no analysis, no explanation, and no attempt to shift blame.

It's an admission—we didn't expect to lose.

"Miscalculation? You're telling me it was a miscalculation?" Wu Liang's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, his beer belly heaving violently with each breath. "Back then, you confidently assured me He Ying would definitely take first place, which is why I went to the company and approved this 800 million yuan advertising budget! Now you're telling me it was a miscalculation?"

Wu Liang roared at his phone, his spittle almost landing on the screen.

"If you hadn't assured me there wouldn't be any problems, would I have had to make that solemn pledge to my superiors? How am I supposed to explain this to them?"

"General Manager Wu—"

Chu Nan remained silent on the other end of the phone.

"Fine! I don't want to hear it anymore!"

Wu Liang abruptly hung up the phone and slammed it onto his desk.

My phone bounced and almost fell to the ground.

Wu Liang slumped in his chair, his chest heaving violently, the fat on his face jiggling. Only his heavy breathing and the glaring light from the overhead lamp filled the office.

In Lin Yuan's living room, Jiang Wanqing was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone, her expression changing from shock to ecstasy.

"Old Lin! Old Lin!" She suddenly slapped Lin Jianguo's shoulder, who was reading a newspaper next to her, almost causing the old man to suffer internal injuries.

"What?" Lin Jianguo was startled by the slap, and his reading glasses almost flew off.

"Come quick! Your son's song is on the charts!"

What list?

"Nebula Ranking! Number One!"

Lin Jianguo took the phone, squinted at the screen, and his expression was exactly the same as when he heard about the 800,000 yuan prepayment—first, "Is this kid lying to me?", then, "No way?", and finally, "Is my son really that capable?"

"Is this data real?" Lin Jianguo asked with skepticism.

"Official website data! You're not illiterate!" Jiang Wanqing's voice cracked with excitement as she called relatives and friends while simultaneously flooding WeChat groups with messages—

"My son wrote this song! It's number one on the Nebula Chart!"

"Go search for it! The song is called 'Summer Breeze'!"

"My son has made something of himself!"

Lin Jianguo watched his wife busy as a bee, and although he didn't say anything, a smile quietly crept onto his face as he looked down at his phone.

He pretended to read the newspaper, but his eyes weren't actually on the words.

On the phone screen, the play count for "Summer Breeze" was still ticking.

Every fluctuating number is like the gentlest summer breeze, blowing across Lin Jianguo's wrinkled yet irresistibly smiling face.