I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

The night is getting darker.

After a busy afternoon, Master Cheng was about to turn off the live stream.

"Okay, viewers, the update is expected to be available tomorrow night," Cheng Che said after considering his writing progress.

Alright, fellow cultivators, the fun time is about to begin, and the fun time is about to end.

The person in front of you is named Cheng Che, nicknamed Zero. He's a professional music streamer who enjoys writing and singing songs, and his side job is writing online novels. His greatest talent is lying for fun.

If I don't see Long San update tomorrow night, I will order the destruction of the Chinese website!

[Is it that serious? Should we report it to the United Nations?]

Cheng Che glanced at the comments, smiled dismissively, and then ended the broadcast a second later.

He stood up from his computer desk and stretched.

After tidying up the study and taking a shower, he returned to the bedroom, intending to call Xiaotian for a while before going to sleep. For the past two weeks, his schedule had been healthy and regular, making him an anomaly among online novel authors.

And all of this was at Oda's request.

Her exact words were: "Look how weak you are! You're probably not even as strong as me! If you keep up this irregular schedule, I'll beat you up!"

As she spoke, she clenched her fists, waved them in front of Cheng Che, and grinned, trying to put on a fierce expression.

Cheng Che smiled cutely and said yes.

I had just settled into bed when my phone rang.

Cheng Che picked it up and saw that it was a message from Xue Zhiqian:

Xue Zhiqian: Cheng Che, are you free?

Xue Zhiqian: I saw that your music recording ended, so I thought I'd come and talk to you about the ideas for the next adaptation of "Lying".

Xue Zhiqian: If you have no objections, I'll create a three-person group chat and bring Zhou Sheng along?

Cheng Che replied "No problem," and after about ten seconds, he was pulled into a group chat called "Dual Version of Lying Research Group."

The Special Research Group...

Zhou Sheng: Welcome, Your Majesty the Emperor!

Zhou Sheng: Long live the Emperor! ...

Xue Zhiqian: Long live the Emperor! ...

Cheng Che: No need for formalities.

Xue Zhiqian: Wow, he actually accepted! How shameless!

Cheng Che: Thank you for the compliment!

Zhou Sheng: Teacher Xue, you can't argue with him. Let's get down to business.

Xue Zhiqian: Okay.

So the three of them started discussing "Lying".

They had only been chatting for a short while when Tian Xiwei from next door sent Cheng Che a message.

Tian Xiwei: You've been offline for half an hour, why haven't you called me?

Tian Xiwei: The kitten is angry.jpg

Cheng Che looked at the message Tian Xiwei sent, then glanced at Xue Zhiqian and Zhou Sheng, who were chatting enthusiastically with him in the group chat...

At this moment, he was extremely conflicted, so conflicted that he felt like he was about to explode.

While he was agonizing over it, he suddenly slapped his thigh.

Cheng Che, how could you have fallen so low?

On one hand, it's nothing more than trivial matters of love between parents and children.

But what about the other side?

On the other side lies the purest dream, a grand stage, the expectations of two established singers, and millions of fans!

Beauty is not such an inconvenient thing!

Upon realizing this, Cheng Che felt his Dao mind become clear.

Without further hesitation, he exited the chat window with Tian Xiwei and then threw all the files he had prepared beforehand—the lyrics, music, arrangement, and everything else related to "Lying"—into the group chat.

Xue Zhiqian: ? ? ? ?

Zhou Sheng: ? ? ? ?

Xue Zhiqian: May I ask if you could? Did you do all the lyrics, music, and arrangement yourself?

Cheng Che: I guess so.

Zhou Sheng: 66666.

Xue Zhiqian: 66666.

Cheng Che: That's all for now. Excuse me, teachers, I have something urgent to attend to and I have to go.

Cheng Che: Anyway, everything about "Lying" is here, so you two masters can go ahead and do it!

Cheng Che: I have 100% confidence in the professional abilities of both teachers! And please have confidence in your own professional abilities as well!

When Cheng Che said this, Zhou Sheng and Xue Zhiqian were so moved that they almost burst into tears.

He wished he could kneel down on the spot and swear an oath of brotherhood with Cheng Che, thus becoming sworn brothers.

To have such a kindred spirit in the music industry is a blessing!

But Cheng Che stopped caring about any of this.

Because he went to video chat with his girlfriend...

"Why did it take you so long to contact me?" Tian Xiwei asked angrily on the screen.

Cheng Che didn't hide anything: "Teacher Xue and the others talked to me about the subsequent song adaptations, so I chatted with them about it."

"I see." Tian Xiwei nodded. "Have you finished talking? Did I disturb you?"

She's not the kind of unreasonable girlfriend.

On the contrary, she is very sensible.

"Then we must finish talking!" Cheng Che patted his chest and said righteously.

"It didn't affect anything at all. Besides, how can you call it an impact when you came to me?"

"That makes sense," Tian Xiwei agreed wholeheartedly.

"By the way, when are you going back to Shanghai?" Cheng Che asked a crucial question.

He bought such a big house with a small yard, but he lives there all by himself.

There wasn't even a bird in sight.

Those who don't know him might think he's also of mixed race, and that he has a blood-related tragedy.

Xiao Tian has a great responsibility to care for elderly people living alone.

Upon hearing the question, Tian Xiwei's eyes darted around. "Soon, I should be able to go back in a few days."

"That's wonderful." Old Cheng was very pleased.

It was getting late, so the two chatted for a while longer before saying goodnight and going to bed.

……

The next morning.

It's not even eight o'clock yet.

Cheng Che was fast asleep in the bedroom.

The Emperor of the Chinese website is currently lying in a spread-eagle position, completely unprepared.

If someone were to try to assassinate him right now, he probably wouldn't even react in the slightest.

Fortunately, this is modern society, not an ancient feudal dynasty. People who occasionally joke online that they are emperors will not actually be assassinated.

At most, I'll just get some mangoes from netizens...

At that moment, a very faint "click" sound came from the living room, and then the door was carefully pushed open a crack.

A slender figure slipped in silently, then carefully closed the door, making almost no sound.

The visitor changed into slippers in the entryway and tiptoed towards the bedroom.

Reaching the bedroom door, she gently pushed it open and carefully peered inside through the crack.

The bedroom was generally clean and tidy. There were no clothes lying around on the floor, no messy books piled up on the table, and no unpleasant smells in the room.

On the bed lay a humanoid figure, the blanket covering it rising and falling gently with the figure's breathing.

The figure nodded to himself, then tiptoed into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.