[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-324":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336378,4567,"Chapter 324: Qin Yun","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-324",324,"\u003Cp>\"Teacher Li Jian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jian wore simple casual attire, his demeanor warm and refined; hearing the voice, he instinctively responded and turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes lit up instantly, and he blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Qin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stepped forward and shook Li Jian’s hand, smiling: \"Teacher Li Jian watches live streams too? I thought you didn’t even own a smartphone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jian laughed heartily: \"That’s ancient history now. Mr. Qin, are you here to watch the performance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Teacher Li Jian, this is my wife, Su Huan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan smiled: \"Hello, Teacher Li Jian, I’m your fan, Su Huan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, hello.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group exchanged a few brief words; since they weren’t close, there wasn’t much more to say, and they parted ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking away, Li Jian asked the TV station’s assistant beside him: \"You invited Mr. Qin? Who has that kind of clout?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew online that countless TV stations had tried to invite Qin Yun onto variety shows, but so far, Qin Yun had never appeared in any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant shook his head, completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ying led Qin Yun and Su Huan through the corridor and pushed open the door; their vision instantly widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clamor rushed at them—the audience seats were already full, filled with murmurs. Ahead, the main stage glowed with brilliant stage lights, ready for the official recording to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Qin, Ms. Su, follow me—your seats are up front.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Guo Ying, the two quickly descended the steps row by row to the front of the stage. Qin Yun glanced back—the audience seating was circular, with the stage at the center; in the front row, there was a special row of seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These are the seats for our expert consultants, Mr. Qin, Ms. Su—your seats are right here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ying pointed to two empty seats behind the first row—these seats were elevated one level higher than the consultants’ seats, offering an excellent view, clearly the prime VIP position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun rubbed his nose: \"Isn’t this a bit too conspicuous? Just assign us any two seats.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ying said: \"Mr. Qin, this is the best seat for audio-visual experience—Director Jiang arranged it personally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Qin Yun couldn’t ask them to rearrange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright then, thanks for your trouble. Go ahead and work—you don’t need to attend to us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ying nodded: \"Then I’ll get back to work, Mr. Qin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Guo Ying left, the two entered the audience seating. Nearby spectators noticed them but paid no attention—the lighting wasn’t especially bright, so Qin Yun’s face was impossible to make out clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he wore sunglasses and a hat—who would bother scrutinizing them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply assumed the two were VIP guests, given these were the best seats in the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had they sat down than Qin Yuwen sent a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Qin, are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, arrived. Already in the audience. Don’t worry about me—focus on your preparation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Qin Yun had come at Qin Yuwen’s invitation, he had never met her in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, Mr. Qin. Let me know if you need anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After replying to Qin Yuwen, Qin Yun smiled at Su Huan: \"For the first time in my life, I’m watching a live recording.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have a favorite singer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought for a moment, then shook his head: \"Not really. I probably prefer older Hong Kong and Taiwan singers, but I’m not obsessed—just like their songs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted casually, and Qin Yun took off his sunglasses—wearing them indoors made viewing uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backstage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Ying reported to Jiang Tao, who immediately excitedly rushed to the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was where the director’s control, audio control, and lighting control were located.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the camera feed, Jiang Tao immediately ordered: \"Camera One, focus on the VIP audience seats—project the feed onto the screen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the large screen occasionally displayed audience shots—everyone was used to it. Occasionally, commercials would be inserted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Qin Yun and Su Huan’s footage first appeared, no one noticed anything unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few people suddenly exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow, so beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa… such a gorgeous woman—who is she? Could she be a celebrity too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, she looks familiar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once someone recognized Su Huan’s face, identification was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit, that’s Su Huan—Mr. Qin’s girlfriend!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then who’s beside her?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, someone shouted loudly: \"Mr. Qin! Mr. Qin, is that you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun and Su Huan were chatting when they suddenly heard the shout—they both internally groaned. Looking up, they saw their own faces displayed on the large screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately realized he couldn’t hide anymore—he lifted his hat brim and removed it, revealing his face—unmatched by Yan Zu, surpassing Cheng Wu, outshining Tom Cruise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that face on screen, the entire studio erupted in a wave of gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit, is that really Mr. Qin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Qin! Mr. Qin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun stood up and waved to the audience, instantly drawing cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flashbulbs exploded everywhere—people took photos, recorded videos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, everyone remained restrained, not rushing over—just cheering from their seats—which eased his sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, news broke online: Qin Yun had appeared at the recording of “You Are a Singer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Tao watched the scene and nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others couldn’t approach, but the spectators seated near Qin Yun had no such reservations—they all asked for photos with him, and even insisted on photos with Su Huan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a semi-public figure, Qin Yun naturally didn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the director’s voice echoed through the studio, announcing the recording was about to begin, did the crowd quiet down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the eight seats directly in front of Qin Yun—the consultants’ seats—were filled one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t recognize any of them, but each nameplate identified them as professors from major music schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all politely greeted Qin Yun and Su Huan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It left Qin Yun’s face numb—he couldn’t stop smiling, not with such a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, host Liang Nan stepped onto the stage. He first led everyone in recording some sound effects, then turned his gaze to Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems everyone knows—today we have two special guests in the audience. Let’s give a thunderous round of applause for Qin Yun and Su Huan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, applause roared, cheers echoing throughout the venue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This revealed Qin Yun’s popularity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If measured by fan count, Qin Yun alone could match all competing singers combined—he simply didn’t operate in the entertainment industry. Yet even so, at his current fanbase and popularity, no one treated him as an ordinary civilian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A person who wasn’t a singer, actor, or variety show host—the number one fan-followed individual in the country and internationally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling him just a regular internet celebrity would be utterly unconvincing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His celebrity status surpassed countless stars—he simply lacked traditional entertainment industry works.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he didn’t mingle in that circle, so he didn’t have to endure its scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing host Liang Nan’s voice, Qin Yun and Su Huan stood up and formally greeted the audience again—he knew this moment would appear in the official broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good evening! Welcome to the musical competition stage—‘You Are a Singer’—produced by Zhejiang Television!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Music is never a solitary cry—it’s the resonance of an era and the voice of the heart. Tonight, we continue to witness seven online singers defending their ground with their works—and we will welcome a challenger, arriving with sharp brilliance, descending onto the stage to issue a challenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Now, welcome our first competing singer—Teacher Li Jian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun had once been merely an ordinary person, a music appreciator who could tell if a song sounded good or not—but nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since acquiring several musical instrument skills and later the songwriting skill, his ability had become professional—professional enough to put many others out of work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even hear a piece of music and immediately deliver a highly professional critique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Qin Yun never expected that director Jiang Tao had actually sent him a request via Qin Yuwen’s WeChat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Qin, uh… could you please give a brief evaluation after each competing singer’s performance? We’ll…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t bother reading the rest—he replied two words: \"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, he came here to watch a show and relax—not to work. This much attention was enough—he wasn’t going to go full-on entertainment mode. Absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qin Yun's reply, Jiang Tao, though prepared, still felt a twinge of disappointment—but it was just a test anyway; his refusal was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yuwén, do your best!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Director Jiang. I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yuwen hadn’t expected the director to come to her preparation room—though his purpose was Mr. Qin, it gave her hope for advancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet looking at the list of competing singers, that hope felt faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transitioning now—tomorrow we begin training and prepare for departure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, please click the “urge update” and “send coffee” buttons below—immense gratitude. If you have urge update tokens or bubble tea, even better—haha, thank you.\u003C\u002Fp>",1476,"2026-06-20T21:37:30.093Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","180f39f4a02bc58c15c85c77bc58960fb6a2de3df78251f6c7f5557b9d5b3b2c","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-325","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-323",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]