Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Shen Nian couldn't hold on any longer as the plane climbed; she had been too exhausted the night before.

Jiang Fan asked her to come closer. She hesitated for two seconds, fidgeting, but finally put her head on his shoulder.

I fell asleep in less than three minutes.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Fan felt that a small patch of skin on his shoulder began to feel damp.

looked down-

A glistening liquid hung from the corner of Shen Nian's mouth, slowly spreading down his shirt.

Jiang Fan shifted his shoulder two centimeters outward.

Shen Nian's head followed, pressing even closer.

Fine.

He resigned himself to letting the water stain spread larger and larger.

-

The announcement came on twice when they landed, and Shen Nian groggily opened her eyes.

She sat up straight, rubbed her eyes, and then yawned.

Halfway through her yawn, her gaze fell on the dark fabric on Jiang Fan's left shoulder.

He froze.

"That...that's not me..."

Jiang Fan raised his arm and shoved the wet sleeve in front of her eyes.

"Who else could it be but you?"

Shen Nian's face turned red from the base of her neck, and she stood up and walked out.

Jiang Fan followed slowly behind.

Li Cheng waited at the arrival gate, took Shen Nian's suitcase, and diligently stuffed it into the trunk.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Shen."

Shen Nian, still blushing, nodded haphazardly and bent down to get into the back seat of the car.

Jiang Fan got into the passenger seat.

After the car exited the airport expressway, Shen Niancai said softly, "I'm going back to my apartment first."

"Okay." Li Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the apartment building, Shen Nian hurriedly got out, slamming the door shut with a bit too much force.

With a "bang".

Li Cheng turned his head and looked at Jiang Fan in the passenger seat.

"Don't ask," Jiang Fan said.

"I didn't say anything."

Li Cheng wisely shut his mouth and drove the car onto the main road.

He began to report on the events of the past two days.

"The revenue share from the Tencent platform has arrived." Li Cheng rolled up the car window to block out the noise of the traffic outside. "Including Xu Qingya's share, we now have a little over 30 million in our account."

Jiang Fan hummed in agreement.

"In just over a month, thirty million." Even Li Cheng himself felt the number was unreal.

"Three other brands want to talk to Shen Nian about endorsements, but I'm holding them back, waiting for your approval."

"I turned it down. It's too early." Jiang Fan looked out the window. "The price won't go up if I accept endorsements now. After 'The Voice of China' finishes airing, the market price will double."

Li Cheng nodded and made a note of it.

"Also, tickets for Xu Qingya's Kyoto station sold out instantly upon release. Scalpers were selling them for six times the original price, with the most expensive inner-field tickets listed at 58,000 yen."

"58,000 for a concert? There are so many rich people."

Li Cheng glanced at him.

You are a rich person now.

But what he admired most about Jiang Fan was this—

Even with money, he still eats 15-yuan boxed lunches, lives in that small apartment with a monthly rent of 3,000 yuan, and is too lazy to even buy a car.

-

Upon arriving at the studio, Jiang Fan poured himself a glass of water, sat down in a swivel chair, and opened the system shop.

Let's first decide on the song for Shen Nian's performance in the third episode of "The Voice of Heaven".

Jiang Fan entered keywords into the search bar of the online store, flipped through a few pages, and then stopped.

"A Diao".

He had heard this song countless times in his past life.

Written by Zhao Lei, it tells the story of an ordinary person who still upholds dignity and hope in the face of adversity.

Shen Nian is the perfect person to sing this song.

She herself is A Diao.

[Price of "A Diao" for exchange: 200 Life Points]

Jiang Fan clicked "redeem".

[Exchange successful. Current lifespan: 33600 points]

The lyrics and melody flooded my mind instantly, every note crystal clear.

Jiang Fan closed his eyes and went through the whole song in his mind, then opened his eyes, pulled over the keyboard and started to work out the arrangement framework.

The original arrangement leans towards folk music, primarily featuring guitar, with some Tibetan-inspired harmonies added.

Ee-ya ee-ya yo. Ee-ya ee-ya yo.

Eeya eeya hey. Eeya eeya yo.

A child's humming in a Tibetan style, clean and pure, floats in the air like the wind on the plateau.

The first section uses only guitar and piano, and is restrained throughout.

When the chorus comes, add a hand drum, a bass, and strings that rise from below.

Jiang Fan spent two hours typing, and finally the basic structure of the arrangement was completed.

He played the demo from the beginning.

no problem.

This song, placed on the stage of "The Voice of China," is on a completely different level from all the other song selections.

You compete in technique, arrangement, and stage effects.

I am more than the soul.

He saved the file and sent a message to Shen Nian.

"Come to the studio tomorrow to practice singing."

Shen Nian replied instantly: "What style?"

You'll know when you get here.

"...You always do this."

"how?"

"To whet people's appetite."

Jiang Fan didn't reply and put down his phone.

He opened the online store again and started browsing Su Yuyan's songs.

You have to keep your promises.

Jiang Fan browsed through the online store for more than ten minutes and finally settled on a name.

I didn't redeem it immediately.

My mind has been racing all day; I'll put it aside for now.

-

At 8 p.m., Jiang Fan came out of the office.

Li Cheng was still waiting at the door.

"Not back yet?"

"Waiting for you to eat." Li Cheng jingled his car keys. "Want a drink?"

"OK."

The two found a roadside food stall with plastic stools, folding tables, and greasy light bulbs hanging overhead.

Smoke and aromas wafted in from all directions, and the grease from the grilled meat dripped onto the charcoal fire, sizzling loudly.

Li Cheng took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, loosened his tie, and slumped into the stool.

"Damn, this is still the best." He picked up a bottle of ice-cold beer, bit off the cap with his teeth, and said, "Eating Japanese and French food with those guys all day long is nothing compared to the enjoyment of this beer with grilled skewers."

Jiang Fan also opened a bottle and clinked glasses with it.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, and the tension I had been holding all day finally eased.

After downing a few bottles, Li Cheng chewed on edamame and mumbled, "Brother Fan, let me tell you, the best decision I ever made was following you."

"For money?"

"Bullshit." Li Cheng glared. "Of course, the money is good too—but the main thing is that working for you is comfortable. You don't show off, you don't make empty promises, you just get things done. How many bosses in this industry spend all their time in meetings bragging, but they haven't accomplished anything all year round?"

Jiang Fan glanced at him, then raised the bottle: "Drink. Stop flattering me."

"drink wine."

The two bottles collided.

-

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Fan's phone vibrated.

Shen Nian: Have you eaten yet?

Jiang Fan: Drinking with Li Cheng.

Shen Nian: Then drink less. I cooked some porridge, come over and have some after you finish your wine?

Jiang Fan stared at the screen for two seconds.

Jiang Fan: Okay, Mom.

There was a pause of a few seconds.

Shen Nian: ...You're the mother.

Jiang Fan: Call me Dad.

Shen Nian: Get lost.

Jiang Fan tossed his phone back onto the table, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Li Cheng leaned over for a peek, but Jiang Fan slapped him away.

After drinking for another half hour, Li Cheng started to slur his words.

"Brother Fan... I have a secret to tell you..."

"explain."

"Actually... I had a crush on Xu Qingya." Li Cheng's face was flushed, and his eyes were wide open. "Once, at an event... I saw her walk past me... those legs..."

Jiang Fan threw a peanut into his mouth.

"Shut up, stop fantasizing about my client."