I was slacking off on a dating reality show when the female guests treated me like a treasure chest.

Yangcheng.

Xinghe Entertainment Creative Department.

Everyone was busy with their heads down, the sounds of typing, discussing sheet music, and coordinating work mingled together, but the workstation by the window was unusually relaxed.

Soon, people realized something was wrong; a week had passed!

For a whole week, that workaholic was actually slacking off by watching videos—he watched them for a whole week!

Is the end of the world coming?

The same thought flashed through everyone's minds. You see, Chen Nian hadn't had a moment's peace in the three years since he joined the company. He was a real office freak, releasing a new song every three days, which scared everyone half to death.

Although he hasn't released a single song yet...

At this moment, Chen Nian sat in a comfortable gaming chair, his back straight, his legs resting on the crossbar under the table, holding a cup of warm green tea in his left hand, and barely holding the mouse in his right hand, occasionally sliding it.

As he read, a faint smile would occasionally appear on his lips, making him look incredibly relaxed and out of place amidst the busyness of the office.

"Brother Nian, aren't you creating anything today?" Xiao Yu, the intern at the next workstation, whispered over, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Chen Nian raised his eyelids slightly and shook his head.

"The songs I write in a year are more than the total of everyone in the department in a year. It's normal for me to take a break," he said casually, a smile playing on his lips.

"Um..." Xiaoyu scratched his head. "That's true, but didn't you tell me that as a songwriter, I should strive to release a song every three days?"

"..." Chen Nian was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had indeed said such a thing.

Writing a song every three days, is that what you call attitude? That's called premature death!

Upon realizing this, Chen Nian shuddered and said, "Don't be silly. A song every three days? That's just chaff, not a song."

A week ago, Chen Nian woke up with a splitting headache and found himself lying in a dimly lit rented room.

After he sorted out his thoughts, he realized that he had hit the jackpot.

However, at this moment, his health was worse than it had been on Earth. Due to long-term sleep deprivation and overwork, his 1.81-meter height was completely devoid of energy, and his weight was barely within acceptable limits.

After receiving the original owner's memories, Chen Nian looked at himself in the mirror. He had a kind of decadent handsomeness. His first reaction was not excitement, but relief.

He was relieved to finally escape the 996 work culture and decided to live a carefree, Zen-like life.

However, Chen Nian was somewhat puzzled by the question: with top-notch formal musical training, capable of writing, singing, and composing, the original owner of this body was unable to write a single hit song.

Not even... a single published song?

This is utterly tragic.

However, when Chen Nian realized that he had a secure job, his desire to take advantage of the situation only intensified.

Nine-to-five job, monthly salary of 6,000 yuan, five social insurances and one housing fund, what more could I ask for than a motorcycle?

However, Xiaoyu, the intern next to him, reminded him that after slacking off for a week, it was time to do something.

Thinking of this, Chen Nian sat up straight and opened a blank document.

"How do you start writing songs?" Chen Nian wondered to himself. Although he was a serious music lover from Earth, he didn't know what songwriting was all about.

They don't even know the process of music creation.

"Old stock!"

Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly pulled him back to reality.

A gentle yet somewhat helpless female voice came from behind. Chen Nian looked up and saw Lin Ran standing not far away at the door of the director's office, leaning against the door frame and looking at him with a calm expression.

Today, Lin Ran wore a simple beige professional suit skirt, which accentuated her tall and well-proportioned figure. The sleeves were casually rolled up to her forearms, revealing her slender and fair wrists. It was a little casual, but she looked very elegant.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail, with stray strands framing her face, making her face appear small and delicate. Her eyebrows were thin and soft, and her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, typical of almond-shaped eyes.

Although Chen Nian felt he had gotten used to it over the past week, every time he saw Lin Ran, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his childhood sweetheart was really beautiful.

"Come to my office for a moment," Lin Ran said, then turned and walked into the office.

"Oh no, I hope I've been caught slacking off?" muttered Xiaoyu, an intern standing nearby.

"No way?" Chen Nian blinked, then got up and walked towards Lin Ran's office. Looking at the words "Director of Creative Department" on the office door sign, he felt a pang of regret.

Lin Ran was three years older than him, and they were from the same village. When he was a child, he didn't have many friends his age, so he would follow Lin Ran around every day. This continued all the way to college.

The two were typical childhood friends, but Chen Nian didn't feel any unusual feelings for each other. Although he felt that the original owner's memories were somewhat hazy, his memories of Lin Ran were still very clear.

Chen Nian walked into Lin Ran's office, closed the door behind him, and then sat down on the sofa next to her.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lin?" Chen Nian asked, always addressing him by his professional title at the company.

Lin Ran sat at her desk, glanced at Chen Nian, and said calmly, "I didn't invite you here for tea."

"Huh?" Chen Nian was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, smiled awkwardly, and got up to sit down at her desk.

After he sat down, Lin Ran put down her phone, then calmly looked at Chen Nian and said, "Have you been a bit lax lately?"

"....."

"It's not that I'm slacking off, it's that I've realized something. I write one or two hundred songs a year, and you don't even find singers for me. I think I need to take a break," Chen Nian said with a slight smile.

Lin Ran was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then put her hand to her forehead and said, "I'm sorry for keeping this from you. It's not that I didn't want to find someone for you, it's just that no one was willing to sing the songs you wrote, not even newcomers."

"..." Chen Nian was stunned, looking bewildered. He had considered many reasons, but he never imagined that it was so bad that even newcomers were unwilling to sing it.

"Understood? But it's good to let it settle. I called you here because there's something else." With that, Lin Ran took a document out of the drawer and placed it on the table.

"Recently, our company collaborated with several other companies to produce a variety show called Heartbeat Rhythm, which is a dating reality show."

"The main focus was on celebrity dating reality shows, but none of the suitable male artists in our company had the time. After thinking about it, I managed to secure this opportunity."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "The filming will last for a month, there's no script. The female guests are five artists in the industry, and the male guests are currently four male artists. The last one is you."

"Huh?" Chen Nian was stunned, then frowned: "Falling into variety shows? Even a dog wouldn't go!"

"I love going to work!"

Lin Ran rolled her eyes at him and said indifferently, "One million in salary."

Chen Mo remained silent for a long while, then exclaimed in surprise, "Why didn't you say so sooner? I'm the younger brother of your dearest friend and family!"

"If the dog won't go, I will!"

"Get out of here. Two hundred songs a year? That's a waste of the company's recording studio resources, and the paper alone would cost thousands of dollars!" Lin Ran was speechless. How could this guy be so bad at writing songs?

God knows why we didn't ask him to apply to the music academy together in the first place. What did he originally want to apply for?

civil Engineering?

Well, I guess I saved him in a way!

Lin Ran muttered to herself.