The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Changsha, Mango Broadcasting Building.

The rehearsal for the final of the second season of "Singer" has entered its second day.

Lin Wanwan sat at the makeup station in the far corner backstage. The mirror in front of her was missing two light bulbs, its light flickering, much like her current mood.

She turned her head and glanced into the hall.

The best spot in the middle was taken by Zhou Chengyu's team. Three makeup artists were surrounding him, his agent was standing next to him with a tablet to communicate with the director team about the stage positioning plan, and even the lighting technician came over to discuss the stage effects with him.

Let's look at our own side again.

The makeup artist, who was assigned by the production team, just touched up her base makeup and then went to help someone else.

Su Man leaned against the wall, scrolling through her phone, her expression not looking too good.

"Sister Su, have you finalized my movement strategy?"

Su Man looked up, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's settled. You'll be third in the order of appearance."

"The third one?" Lin Wanwan frowned. "I ranked second in the semifinals."

"The finals were rearranged," Su Man said in a low voice. "Zhou Chengyu spoke to the production team and said he wanted to be the headliner. You could have been fifth, but Huayu brought in two guest performers, taking up all the remaining spots."

Lin Wanwan didn't say anything.

The later the performance order, the better. The audience's memory and voting enthusiasm are concentrated on the last few groups. If she is the third to perform, by the time the next four or five groups have finished performing, the audience will have long forgotten about her.

Su Man put her phone in her pocket, walked over, and squatted down in front of her.

"Wanwan, don't be discouraged. We rely on skill, not ranking."

Lin Wanwan nodded, but couldn't help glancing at Zhou Chengyu.

The man was chatting and laughing with several staff members, and all the resources in the backstage were focused on him.

It's funny, Zhou Chengyu was almost eliminated in the semi-finals. But Huayu Entertainment launched a fan vote overnight, managing to pull him back from the brink of elimination and even making it directly into the finals.

This was something Lin Wanwan would never have dared to imagine before entering the industry.

She glanced down at her phone. Chen Zhi's last message was sent at 11 PM last night: "[Don't worry about preparing, I've taken care of the guest arrangements.]"

"Lin Wanwan".

A voice came from above.

Lin Wanwan looked up and saw Zhou Chengyu standing in front of her at some point.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, with handsome features, and wore a custom-made black suit jacket with gold buttons on the cuffs reflecting the light.

Her smile was very appropriate; it was the kind of "friendly smile" that she had practiced countless times in front of the camera.

"Wanwan, why don't you join my studio?"

Zhou Chengyu stood with his hands in his pockets, his tone relaxed.

"We need a young, beautiful, and talented newcomer like you. Huayu is a powerful company and will definitely support you."

Lin Wanwan placed her phone screen-down on the table, her face serious.

"don't want."

Two words: crisp and clean.

Zhou Chengyu didn't leave immediately, maintaining his standard smile: "Reconsider my suggestion. Sometimes, results don't just depend on your own abilities, but also on the company's."

This is threatening her.

Lin Wanwan didn't respond.

Zhou Chengyu smiled, turned around and left.

After he walked away, Su Man came closer, her expression somewhat complicated: "He was giving you a warning."

"I know."

"Huayu has spent a lot of money on this show, so the production team has to give them face." Su Man sighed. "Wanwan, that's just how the entertainment industry is. You'll get used to it sooner rather than later. There are too many unfair things, and I've even helped you fend off some ill-intentioned people."

Lin Wanwan clenched her fist but didn't say anything.

She can act coquettishly, act spoiled, and cry in front of Chen Zhi, but in this world of fame and fortune, she doesn't want anyone to see her vulnerable side.

The rehearsal was suspended at 3 p.m.

Director Wang strode over from the other end of the corridor, followed by two assistant directors with walkie-talkies.

"Everyone, please pay attention." Director Wang clapped his hands, and the backstage staff and several contestants stopped what they were doing.

"A new investor and a distinguished guest will be coming to inspect the place later. I hope everyone will keep this information strictly confidential. You have all signed the confidentiality agreement. I want to emphasize again that you will bear the legal consequences of leaking information."

The backstage area instantly erupted in chaos.

A male singer in a red hoodie was the first to speak: "Director Wang, who is this? Such a big entourage! Could it be Jay Chou?"

Director Wang shook his head, his undisguised excitement more evident than anyone else's.

"He's even bigger than Jay Chou. Otherwise, our executive producer wouldn't have personally gone to the airport to pick him up."

The backend system completely crashed.

"Bigger than Jay Chou?" The singer in red stared wide-eyed. "That's an international superstar, right? When did the production team get this kind of ability?"

"They weren't invited by the production team," Director Wang gestured, "They were brought by the investors."

Investors?

The singers looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Zhou Chengyu didn't react much, leaning back in the makeup chair with his legs crossed, playing on his phone. His manager whispered a few words to him, but Zhou Chengyu raised an eyebrow, ignoring it.

As a top star from the Huayu Entertainment system, what kind of big events hasn't he seen? Even if he invites an international superstar as a guest, it might not be able to overwhelm his existing fan base in China.

Lin Wanwan's heart started racing.

Did the investors bring it?

She thought of the global spokesperson Chen Zhi had mentioned.

Since Chen Zhi had only been running his business for less than a year, Lin Wanwan didn't take it seriously when she first heard him say he wanted to invite Taylor Swift.

Looking at this scene now, it seems there really is such a thing.

Su Man also leaned over and whispered, "You think this investor might be Chen Zhi?"

Lin Wanwan shook her head: "He's just a college student, where would he get the money to invest in Hunan TV?"

Su Man thought about it and agreed, but something still felt off. A few days ago, when Chen Zhi called to say he would help Wanwan secure a guest, his confident tone didn't sound like he was bragging at all.

The person Chen Zhi was referring to was Taylor Swift.

She tentatively contacted the chief director of Hunan TV, who replied that "a huge investment has indeed come in, with an attached clause for an overseas artist to appear, but we can't say who it is because we've signed a confidentiality agreement."

Sky-high investment plus overseas artists.

Su Man's palms were sweating.

Twenty minutes later, the atmosphere backstage became subtle.

The number of security personnel has doubled.

Temporary barriers were set up at both ends of the corridor, and work permits were required to enter and exit. Even the windows were covered with a black blackout film, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

The singer in red peeked into the corridor and was stopped by a foreign bodyguard in a black suit.

"Holy crap, foreign bodyguards?" The singer in red shrank back, her voice trembling. "Is he really an international superstar?"

Zhou Chengyu finally put down his phone.

He glanced down the corridor and narrowed his eyes.

The backstage door was pushed open.

Director Wang was the first to walk in, his expression having changed from excitement to a tense solemnity.

Behind him was the executive producer, Lao Zhou, who was usually nowhere to be seen backstage, but today he actually came in person.

Then came two tall foreign bodyguards.

And then,

A tall, blonde woman walked in through the door.

Wearing a camel-colored long trench coat, retro sunglasses pushed up on her head, and long golden hair hanging down on both sides of her shoulders.

There was a moment of silence in the background.

two seconds.

The mineral water bottle in the red-clad singer's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Holy shit..."

His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet backstage area, but no one laughed at him, because everyone present had a similar expression.

Zhou Chengyu slowly lowered his crossed legs.

His agent nearly dropped the tablet.

Su Man froze on the spot, her mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

Lin Wanwan stared blankly at the woman who walked in through the door, her mind completely blank.

She knew that face all too well.

Taylor Swift.

Mold.