The male supporting character was actually myself.

His eyes lit up with anticipation as he looked over, and Jiang Chen nodded in agreement, "No problem, I'll cooperate with you in the experiment."

"That's great!" Hua Siming clapped his hands and smashed them onto the walnuts, wincing in pain. He quickly stuffed the walnuts into his pocket and took out his phone to look up relevant information.

Wang Mengtian pouted and said disdainfully, "This imposter wants to use my fame to get on variety shows. He's got quite a plan. He just took someone else's hit song and is using my brother's looks and voice to show off. He even wants to seduce pretty female fans? How disgusting!"

"Fifth Sister, we absolutely cannot let this plagiarist succeed!" Lin Yanran toyed with the dagger in her hand and said softly, "It's probably best to just put him under house arrest. Once I get the data, I'll order a custom-made 'human prison.' He still wants to be famous? Hmph, let his filthy soul slowly rot in this dark and sunless prison."

Zhou Ruofeng commented in a low voice: "Taking other people's creations for personal gain, no matter which world they come from, is theft."

Bai Wei rested her chin on her hand as she watched Hua Siming intently studying the array and various strange symbols, casually scribbling and drawing on the paper.

"Shouldn't we also prepare for both possibilities?" She tapped her fingers on the sofa and suggested, "How about this, eldest sister and younger sister will stick to the original plan, and brother will cooperate in trying to develop a new body."

Sixth Sister's plan for a human prison remains unchanged; she is always ready.

Mr. Hua and I will search through ancient books again to find ways to force out and trap the soul;

Second sister, third sister, fifth sister, and seventh sister, you all need to find a way to cut off his path to fame!

Ye Zhi Qiu nodded and said, "Fourth Sister's consideration is very thorough. The problem is that unless the imposter is imprisoned and prevented from contacting anyone, he will always have the opportunity to release those songs or masterpieces online. A person who is not isolated and imprisoned by the world can always find a way to make his voice heard."

"How about this, Mr. Hua, please tell my sisters that I can access the famous songs and masterpieces that he can remember."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, "I can write those works in advance and publish them through my second sister's company."

It's better to donate the money he earns directly to a foundation to help impoverished college students than to let him use it to show off and gain female fans.

After Hua Siming finished relaying the story, she added, "Go down the path of the imposter, so that he has nowhere to go!"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Mischievous Little White Cat

"In that case, I need to make preparations now." Leng Yueshuang got up and made a phone call, instructing her subordinates to take away the counterfeit phone under the guise of a medical check-up.

The entire hospital must eliminate everyone except its own people wherever Yan Jiangchen goes, ensuring he doesn't come into contact with anyone who could transmit messages to the outside world.

The top-tier private hospitals that received the order immediately sprang into action.

"The environment here is quite nice." Yan Jiangchen was pushed into a spacious, bright and quiet ward by a pretty female nurse. He looked at her good figure hidden under her white coat and praised her with a smile.

By recalling the original owner's memories, he discovered that this guy had excellent physical fitness.

Perhaps due to years of disciplined and effective exercise, the original owner was rarely sick. In addition, there was a professional family doctor team at home, not to mention going to high-end private hospitals.

The nurse, who had been notified, hung up the prepared IV fluids and said with a sweet smile, "Mr. Yan, you will need to have a gastroscopy next. To avoid causing you severe discomfort, you will spend the rest of the time in your dreams."

Don't worry, it won't hurt or make you uncomfortable. You can go home after you wake up from your nap.

"Did it hurt when you got the shot?" Yan Jiangchen asked casually, but she was actually a little uneasy.

He's afraid of needles!

He's been terrified of needles since he was a child. He'd be on edge just from the moment a cool cotton ball touches his skin, let alone the instant a needle pricks him.

But in order to maintain his image and not appear weak or cowardly, he could only stare at the other party's huge prefix in an attempt to divert his attention.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, the injection won't hurt at all." The nurse worked quickly, disinfecting the area before inserting the needle, securing it, placing his arm on the edge of the bed, and covering him with a blanket. "Relax, you'll soon be drifting off to sleep."

As the IV drip entered her body, before the nurse had even finished cleaning up and left the room, Yan Jiangchen became delirious, feeling an unbearable heaviness in her eyelids.

Before falling asleep, he was still thinking that the girl was pretty and had a good figure, so he should try to get closer to her and sing her an "original" love song or something.

Young girls are all susceptible to this. They might be moved and, attracted by his billions in wealth and perfect looks, immediately throw themselves at him.

Hospital wards, nurses' uniforms... that's a classic movie set!

“Mr. Yan has fallen asleep.” The nurse reported to the doctor as she went out. “At the current dosage, he will be asleep for about six hours and then briefly regain consciousness, which will not cause any damage to his body or brain. But even during those brief moments of consciousness, Mr. Yan will not be able to speak or make any large movements, and then he will fall asleep again.”

The doctor carefully reviewed the medication records and nodded, saying, "Have Mr. Leng's people keep a close eye on it. Just make sure Mr. Yan's condition meets Mr. Leng's requirements within two days."

The nurse responded and left, while the doctor prepared the equipment for further precise data measurement.

"Host, do you know a lot about the world background of this guy who transmigrated here?" The little white cat asked curiously, licking its paws. "Or can you really read the protagonist's mind?"

"The script only had a portion of the lyrics written on it, how could you possibly fill in the rest?"

Jiang Chen carefully flipped through the script, sat on the high rooftop swinging his long legs, and shook his head to explain, "Judging from his description, it's not the same world I used to live in."

But I don't know why, this guy can remember these songs, poems, and even movies and classics that are completely consistent with the world I used to live in.

For example, in this case, the protagonist only remembers that the first half whetted everyone's appetite, making the piano masters in the mission world extremely popular with him, and even humbly begging him to 'compose' the second half of the "Symphony No. 5".

There are two reasons why the protagonist lost his memory in the car accident: first, he needed to take action against his sisters; second, he could only remember and reproduce a portion of many famous songs, and without a system or special talent, he simply couldn't reproduce them all.

So losing my memory makes things completely easier.

"Then, host, do you know how to play?" The little white cat scratched its ear with its hind leg, widened its deep blue eyes, and whispered, "The script didn't provide the sheet music, so we can't copy it even if we wanted to."

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and shook his head. "I've heard quite a few, but it'll be difficult to recreate them. But there's no need to rush for now. Using 'Symphony No. 5' to show off in the script is a mid-stage operation."

I basically didn't learn anything in this world, just so that the protagonist wouldn't have much room to develop his abilities after transmigrating here.

Originally, I thought he could be a well-behaved otaku who would live a carefree life. Who knew that the protagonist would actually learn to play the piano and recreate all the pieces he remembered in order to show off.

The Symphony No. 5 is quite difficult, unlike this Für Elise, which has almost been spread to various worlds by time-traveling plagiarists.

Let's publish the simple restorations first, and then we'll deal with the rest gradually as things progress.

As I read the script, I silently recalled the poems, songs, and music I remembered. Time passed quickly as the sun began to set.

"Big brother, we're going to the hospital, do you want to come with us?" Hua Siming called out from the courtyard.

Jiang Chen put away the script, floated down, and landed beside them. She looked at the car and shook her head, saying, "You guys take the car. I'll go by myself; it'll be faster. Let's meet at the hospital."

"Alright then." Hua Siming scratched her head and whispered, "Then be careful not to get lost. Also, if you encounter temples, Taoist priests, monks or anything like that, remember to stay away. Better safe than sorry. Your condition is a bit strange. Be careful not to be mistaken for a ghost and taken away."

The streets and alleys are full of people and all sorts of hidden masters.

Be careful not to run into a true master, or they might just take your money and leave you with no recourse.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Jiang Chen nodded.

The little white cat perched on his shoulder, wagging its tail and laughing, "Don't worry, host. Unless there's a real system bug, no one can capture you. After all, you're in the ghost state that the main system defaults to."

"They have so many hosts and auxiliary systems, and they've experienced countless mission worlds. I've never heard of anyone being taken away as a ghost."

In his erratic state, Jiang Chen's speed can be ridiculously fast.

He went ahead and quickly arrived at the hospital ward, where he found Yan Jiangchen, who was unconscious.

“I can’t get in.” He poked at it with his finger, and the semi-transparent hand passed straight through the other person’s body. “It probably has to be done at a specific time, and there’s a cooldown period.”

The ability to forcibly enter the body every now and then is probably the result of using the Soul-Stabilizing Technique to leave a portion of the soul remaining in the body.

The cooldown period hasn't ended, and the remaining soul is still suppressed and hasn't awakened, so I can't enter.

The little white cat stretched out its paw and then withdrew it, muttering softly, "Let's wait for Hua Siming to come and see what's going on before we talk about it."

After saying that, it glanced guiltily at the sleeping protagonist, then jumped onto its host's shoulder and began to doze off.

Jiang Chen noticed its unusual behavior and frowned slightly.

What mischief is this little guy up to?

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Establishing a Persona

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I hadn't boarded your ship first, I probably would have clung to this guy's leg the moment I saw him!" As soon as Hua Siming and his group entered the ward, he smacked his lips and shook his head. "You think you can beat him?"

It's hard to say!

I advise you to give up on the idea of ​​human prisons or house arrest programs.

Look at this guy's incredible luck; he's surrounded by a dazzling halo.

This is definitely a privilege only the chosen ones can receive!

To be honest, if I were to travel to the present day and have this kind of luck, I could basically ascend the throne on the spot if I were to travel to ancient times.

Everything he does goes smoothly, and everything he desires comes true. Want to oppose him? Heh, you'd better be prepared for your whole family to be wiped out.

After saying that, he twirled the walnut and added, "The kind of extermination where they grind your bones to dust!"

Ye Zhi Qiu raised an eyebrow with a disdainful look, "Him?"

“Beautiful lady, don’t disbelieve me.” Hua Siming lowered her voice and looked sympathetic. “If he gets offended by that idiot in the future, the most likely way to get rid of his whole family and have them crushed to dust will be by you or your sixth sister who always loves playing with daggers.”

He then pointed to Liu Qingmei, who hadn't said much, "You, if nothing unexpected happens, are the one who will help him manage the six palaces."

Like the virtuous wives of the main characters in some TV dramas, they actively help him conquer other beauties and add them to his harem, serving him wholeheartedly, hoping that he will think more highly of them.

Liu Qingmei opened her mouth wide and pointed at herself, "Are you sure you're talking about me?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, that's how it will be." Hua Siming twirled a walnut in her hand and chuckled, "If you keep yourselves in the dark, sooner or later you'll end up like the imposters want you to be."

But now… I'm probably his destined nemesis, that accident!

"Oh, stop being so mysterious, just tell me what to do!" Bai Wei was getting anxious.

The little white cat, pretending to be asleep, wagged its fluffy tail and muttered softly, "Could this guy be Master Nanshan's last disciple? How come there's another one who can predict the script?"

again?!

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and asked directly, "Mr. Hua, do you know Master Nanshan?"

"Who is that?" Hua Siming looked bewildered. "I don't know him, I've never heard of him. By the way, when I first started out, I even gave myself a pretentious Taoist name called Nanyue, but I gave it up later because I thought it sounded a bit old-fashioned."

Let's get back to the main point. There are ways to deal with this imposter.

The most overpowered thing about him is his incredible luck. If we can find a way to completely deplete his luck, bringing him down to a level similar to a normal person, then we won't have to worry about him outmaneuvering us unintentionally.

"Once we've worn him down to a normal level, will we be able to find a way to extract his soul and let my brother go back?" Xiang Ninghua raised the question that everyone was most concerned about.

Hua Siming hesitated for a moment, "I've never actually tried soul extraction before. I'll have to search through ancient books for a solution. I can't guarantee it will work."

"I can!" The little white cat hesitated for a few seconds, then raised its paw and said loudly, "Host, tell them you can pull his soul out, and they just need to figure out how to trap it. We can't pull it out now, the protagonist's halo is too powerful, even if we pull it out, Host, we can't win."

Jiang Chen looked at it with surprise.

The fluffy little ball awkwardly scratched its left and right paws, its little head bobbing back and forth to avoid its host's scrutinizing gaze, muttering softly, "It just uses up a little energy, so what? I can just not transform into a catgirl for now..."

“As long as his luck drops to a normal level, I can extract his soul and seize his body.” Jiang Chen reminded him, following the little white cat’s advice: “We need to plan two steps. The first step is to wear down his luck; the second step is to find a way to trap his soul for scientific research.”

I have an idea for the first step of wearing down one's luck.

"First, I'll use mind reading to record everything he can remember that he wants to plagiarize, cutting off his escape route. Then, I'll have Fifth Sister take him to a live-streamed slow-paced variety show. As long as he faces setbacks everywhere on the show, the backlash from the live stream should be effective."