Being a gigolo was too much for him, so he had to become a music superstar.

"Okay," Lin Buyi agreed readily.

"Third." Su Nianwei paused, then bent down. She reached out and pinched Lin Buyi's chin with two fingers, forcing him to tilt his head back.

"The third condition is very simple," Su Nianwei said, staring into his eyes. "You know it."

Lin Buyi's heart skipped a beat.

Of course he knew what else could be on this woman's mind besides those things.

He looked at Su Nianwei's exquisite face and cursed her as a vixen a thousand times in his heart.

But he has no way out now. The 400,000 yuan surgery fee is right in front of him, and the 5 million yuan bonus is beckoning him. As long as he gets the spot, he can turn his life around.

"Fine." Lin Buyi gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word.

Su Nianwei smiled. She let go of her hand, straightened up, walked to the coffee table, picked up her phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Su Nianwei's tone instantly turned cold, completely different from how she usually addressed Lin Buyi. "Is the list of future stars finalized? Hmm, I need to squeeze someone in. Yes, through the amateur entrance, so no one will notice anything amiss. His name is Lin Buyi, I'll send you his information later. Okay, that's all."

The call ended in less than three minutes.

Lin Buyi sat on the sofa watching her smooth and efficient actions. This was the power of capital; opportunities he couldn't obtain even with a desperate struggle were secured by her with a single phone call.

Su Nianwei tossed her phone back onto the coffee table and turned to look at Lin Buyi.

"We've got a spot." She walked over, placed her hands on the back of the sofa, and surrounded Lin Buyi. "The registration information said it was for the amateur application supplementary enrollment, so no one knows it was me who arranged it. You—don't let me down, junior."

Su Nianwei straightened up and walked to the window, quickly pulling the heavy curtains shut. The living room instantly darkened, with only a few wall lamps casting a dim yellow light.

She turned around and walked towards Lin Buyi step by step.

Lin Buyi sat there without moving. He knew what was going to happen next; it was part of the deal. He had taken the spot, and he had to pay the price.

Su Nianwei walked up to him, grabbed his coat collar and yanked it off, throwing the coat to the ground.

She then lunged forward and pinned Lin Buyi down on the large leather sofa.

"Ugh..." Lin Buyi let out a muffled groan.

Su Nianwei's lips pressed down, carrying the rich aroma of red wine and a hint of domineering, giving him no chance to breathe. Her hands were also restless, slipping under the hem of his shirt.

Lin Buyi closed his eyes and forced himself to relax his body.

He silently repeated to himself: Five million, five million.

For Lin Qingxue, and to get rid of this woman, what is this humiliation? Once he wins the championship and gets that money, he will definitely stay as far away from this crazy woman as possible.

The temperature in the living room gradually rose.

……

the next morning.

Lin Buyi opened his eyes, and his first sensation was a backache; that familiar feeling of emptiness washed over him again. He turned to look beside him; Su Nianwei was still fast asleep, breathing evenly.

He quietly lifted the covers, got out of bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, put them on, and left the bedroom.

Upon entering the living room, Lin Buyi poured himself a glass of warm water and drank it all in one gulp. He took out his phone and opened Future Star's official Weibo account.

Sure enough, the production team released the final preliminary list late last night.

Lin Buyi opened the long image and found his name in the last line.

Lin Buyi, an individual trainee.

He opened the comments section and scrolled down. Many fans were supporting their idol by voting and controlling the comments, but among these paid comments were some complaints from ordinary people.

"Who is this Lin Buyi? I've never heard of him before."

"Judging from the prefix 'individual trainee,' he's probably a complete amateur. Isn't this show supposed to be a battle of the titans from all the major companies? How did an amateur manage to snag one?"

"It must be some company that pushed it out as cannon fodder; they didn't even dare to write down the company's name."

"He'll probably be eliminated in the first round, so let's ignore him."

Lin Buyi looked at these comments without feeling a ripple of emotion. He locked his phone and placed it on the table.

So what if they're ordinary people? So what if they're cannon fodder? Once he's on stage, he'll shut them up.

His current problem is, what should he sing?

The original owner of this body had no professional musical training and only knew a few simple guitar chords. He simply couldn't create the complex arrangements of those popular songs that were in his head. Without accompaniment or a band, he would be utterly doomed if he sang alone on stage.

You must find songs with simple background music that move people through lyrics, melody, and vocals.

A name popped into Lin Buyi's mind: Mao Buyi.

In his past life, he was also not formally trained, but he made it to the end with just a guitar. His songs have simple melodies, but the lyrics are poignant and strike straight to the soul.

Especially that song "Sorrow," it was an absolute game-changer.

Lin Buyi made up his mind to take this path. He would use Mao Buyi's songs to carve out a bloody path for himself.

Why are you up so early?

Lin Buyi heard Su Nianwei's languid voice behind him. He turned around and saw her leaning against the bedroom door frame in her pajamas.

"I'm thinking about the competition." Lin Buyi turned to look at her. "I need to buy some things."

"What do you want to buy?" Su Nianwei walked over and sat down on the sofa, picking up the water glass on the table and taking a sip.

"Guitar," Lin Buyi said, "I need to practice singing."

Su Nianwei raised an eyebrow at him: "Are you really planning to compete seriously? I thought you were just there to make up the numbers."

"Five million is no small sum, so of course I'll compete well." Lin Buyi sat down on the sofa opposite him. "I need to concentrate on practicing these next few days. Also..."

He paused, looking into Su Nianwei's eyes.

"What else?"

"I need to rest for a few days," Lin Buyi said, forcing himself to speak. "My body can't take it anymore. If this continues, I won't even be able to stand on the stage for the preliminary rounds."

Su Nianwei stared at him for a while. Lin Buyi's complexion was indeed not good; there were faint dark circles under his eyes, and he had lost weight.

She didn't want to ruin this precious item that she had just acquired.

"Alright," Su Nianwei surprisingly agreed. "You'll have a few days off. What musical instrument do you need? I'll have someone buy it for you. I'll also get you some tonics to help your weak body recover."

Lin Buyi breathed a sigh of relief. This woman had finally shown some reason today.

He nodded. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." Su Nianwei stood up and walked up to him, looking down at him. "You can focus on your music these next few days. But if you can't even get past the first round of the preliminary selection..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the warning in her eyes was obvious.

"I won't be eliminated," Lin Buyi said.

In the afternoon, Su Nianwei was extremely efficient. A finely crafted folk guitar was delivered to the villa, along with a pile of expensive bird's nest and various tonic ingredients.