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"Lin Yan, when you go on stage later, stand in the corner. I've already had my microphone turned off. You just need to lip-sync and be Wu Zhe's background!"

Backstage, manager Brother Wang slapped a black in-ear monitor onto Lin Yan's chest.

Outside the passageway, the live broadcast of the "Starry Night" finale was in full swing, with Wu Zhe's fans screaming deafeningly.

Lin Yan picked up the in-ear monitor and tapped it against his ear.

"Hiss..." Only a piercing electrical noise could be heard inside.

"The in-ear monitor is broken." He looked up.

Brother Wang scoffed, "So what if it's bad? It's lip-syncing anyway, why do you want to listen to the backing track?"

"Today, the company has invested 30 million in marketing for Wu Zhe to make him a star performer. You better behave yourself, be a stepping stone, and don't cause any trouble!"

Lin Yan took a deep breath, his knuckles clenching so tightly they turned white.

After three years in the past, with a mind full of the entire world's entertainment treasure trove, he was forced by his company to become a stepping stone for a rich second-generation heir who was tone-deaf for three years!

On what grounds?

Ding-dong. Lin Yan glanced at his phone.

23:55 minutes.

There are only five minutes left before this bloodsucking contract expires.

Screw stepping stones, this crappy idol, I'm done!

Over the past three years, he has even registered the copyrights for all the entertainment works he could think of, including songs and scripts, just waiting for this day.

"Lin Yan, Wu Zhe, get ready to go on stage!" the stage manager shouted.

Wu Zhe, dressed in a suit, walked over and patted Lin Yan on the shoulder with an arrogant expression: "Cooperate well. Once I debut, you'll get your share of the benefits."

Lin Yan suddenly let go.

"Thud." The broken in-ear monitor fell to the ground.

He stepped on it, and the plastic shell made a crisp sound, breaking in two.

"Lin Yan, are you crazy!" Brother Wang exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Since it's broken, I won't wear it."

Ignoring Brother Wang's furious tugs, Lin Yan pushed him away and strode towards the stage.

"Next, please welcome Wu Zhe and Lin Yan!"

The stage lights were blinding, and the light boards below the stage all read "Wu Zhe, fly bravely," while Lin Yan was just a transparent background figure who could not be found.

A noisy electronic intro to the assembly line music begins.

Wu Zhe stood in the center, speaking affectionately into the microphone.

However, his voice in the microphone was entirely supported by Lin Yan's usual recording and audio editing software.

Now we come to the backing track.

The director cut the camera to Lin Yan, and everyone waited for him to obediently lip-sync.

Lin Yan did not raise the microphone.

He turned around and walked straight to the live band playing music nearby.

"What is he doing! Cut the shot! Cut away now!" the director yelled anxiously in the control room.

But it's too late.

Lin Yan snatched the acoustic guitar from the bewildered guitarist's arms: "Dude, can I borrow this?"

Holding his guitar, Lin Yan strode to the center of the stage.

In front of tens of millions of viewers during the live broadcast, he shoved Wu Zhe, who was lip-syncing, aside and reached out to unplug the microphone cable!

"Sizzle..."

A piercing electrical hum echoed throughout the studio.

The music stopped abruptly. The entire hall fell silent.

"What are you doing!" Wu Zhe shouted, his face flushed red as he held the broken microphone.

Lin Yan completely ignored him. He adjusted the height of the standing microphone with one hand and placed his fingers on the guitar strings.

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

[Performance accident? ! 】

[The accompaniment stopped, but Wu Zhe's voice was still there just now? Holy crap, he was lip-syncing!]

What's wrong with Lin Yan? How dare she steal my brother's thunder!

On the judges' panel, Shen Qingqiu, a top Chinese pop diva, was idly twirling a pen. Hearing a noise, she raised her eyelids and looked at the invisible figure on the stage.

Lin Yan leaned closer to the microphone, his deep, clear voice carrying throughout the venue:

"Hello everyone, I'm Lin Yan."

"Today is the day my contract with Star Shine Entertainment expires."

"It's been three years. I've had enough of being a puppet. Before going on stage, my manager asked me to lip-sync. Sorry, I'm not going to play along."

The entire audience gasped.

Wang, who was backstage, suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

Oh no, this kid flipped the table in a live stream with millions of views!

"From now on, I'll dedicate this song, 'The You of the Past,' to myself," Lin said calmly.

"After singing this song, I will officially retire from the entertainment industry. The world is so big, I want to go see it."

The song title wasn't even displayed on the big screen; all that was shown was Lin Yan holding a guitar, his slender and upright figure.

There was no fancy accompaniment whatsoever.

Lin Yan closed his eyes and forcefully plucked the strings with his fingertips.

A simple, clean, yet powerful acoustic guitar strumming sound begins.

A voice, tinged with both vicissitudes and a free spirit, poured forth:

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword."

"Take a look at the prosperity of the world."

"A young heart is always a little impetuous."

"Now you call the world your home."

pat.

The pen in Shen Qingqiu's hand fell onto the table. She sat up abruptly, a startling light flashing in her eyes.

The barrage of insults abruptly stopped, then began scrolling wildly like a waterfall:

[Holy crap, that voice?! Is that Lin Yan?!]

[This is so shocking! It gave me goosebumps!]

Wandering the world with a sword... Who hasn't dreamt of this in their youth?

On stage, Lin Yan was completely immersed in the music. Three years of pent-up frustration and the repression of her past life were all poured onto the strings.

He increased the force of his strumming, and the sound became high-pitched and expansive:

"The girl who once broke your heart."

"Now they have vanished without a trace."

In the audience, many male spectators in their thirties and forties had tears in their eyes.

These lyrics are like a knife, precisely piercing the softest spot in everyone's heart.

"Dilililidilililidada~"

"Walking on the road of courage and progress."

A lyrical, expansive chant instantly evoked a tremendous resonance in the audience.

"genius……"

Shen Qingqiu stared intently at Lin Yan, who was shining on the stage, her breathing rapid.

After being used to the fumes of industrial assembly lines, this song is a living soul!

"Let's drink this glass."

"A good man's heart is as vast as the sea."

"I have experienced all aspects of life and the warmth and coldness of the world."

"That smile is warm and innocent."

As the last line was sung, the piano music gradually faded away.

Lin Yan opened his eyes, looked at the audience who were still in a daze, and took off his guitar without hesitation.

He waved to the camera: "Goodbye, everyone."

He turned around and walked off the stage with a deft step.

After ten seconds of deathly silence.

The deafening screams and applause almost lifted the roof off!

"Holy crap, that's awesome! Don't go!"

"What are you talking about leaving this fandom for! I just became a fan of yours!"

The live stream's popularity instantly surpassed 30 million.

#LinYanYourPast#

#LinYanRetiresFromEntertainment#

#StarryEntertainmentLipSinging#

The three terms shot straight to the top of the trending search list at an alarming speed.

Backstage, Lin Yan slipped out of the building through the emergency exit without even removing her makeup.

"Finally, I can get off work."

He stretched out a big yawn and took a deep breath.

With a library of millions of hit songs, you can easily earn some extra money by doing a live stream and sleep in every day. Wouldn't that be great?

Who still wants to work in this crappy entertainment industry!

He whistled as he walked into the night.

Unbeknownst to him, a black van had quietly followed him.

Inside the car, Shen Qingqiu stared intently at the casual figure's back, her voice strained: "Follow him, and whatever you do, don't lose him."