Chapter 1: Transmigration

"How should I put it? I'm just a plain, unremarkable, eighteenth-tier celebrity."

The person speaking was named Lu Yan He.

He was sitting opposite a woman wearing a slim-fit suit, stunningly beautiful, and possessing a powerful aura.

The person before him was named Chen Ziyan, a famous ace agent in the industry.

Lu Yan He, who had just turned eighteen, should have been nervous and uneasy, perhaps even feeling flattered to have the opportunity to meet this ace agent.

But he wasn't.

If the original owner of this body were sitting here, he certainly would have felt flattered.

However, the Lu Yan He sitting here now was no longer the original Lu Yan He.

He had transmigrated.

The transmigration happened on the original owner's eighteenth birthday.

He looked calmly into Chen Ziyan's eyes and spoke.

"But I know that if you are willing to manage me, give me one year, and you can make me famous and earn money for you."

A glimmer of interest appeared in Chen Ziyan's calm eyes.

The boy before her had just turned eighteen and was handsome, but there were many handsome faces in the entertainment industry.

What attracted Chen Ziyan was the temperament he possessed.

She had seen too many young celebrities like Lu Yan He; they were either arrogant, naive, or feigning composure.

But the relaxed, calm feeling about Lu Yan He did not seem to be put on.

Chen Ziyan recalled the information she had previously read about Lu Yan He.

The person before her seemed completely different from what the data showed.

Lu Yan He knew that whether Chen Ziyan was willing to accept him would determine if his acting career could continue.

However, he wasn't truly nervous.

If he really couldn't be a celebrity, it wasn't as if there were no other ways to survive.

All of this started three months ago, on the day of Lu Yan He's eighteenth birthday.

The first thing Lu Yan He saw when he opened his eyes in this world was water—pitch-black water.

He woke up with a start, and a mouthful of water almost choked him to death.

Fortunately, he knew how to swim; he hurriedly steadied himself and floated up.

After finally swimming to the shore, it felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing into his brain. A massive pain suddenly spread along his central nervous system, as if it were about to burst his head.

The original owner's memories suddenly assaulted him.

Eighteen years of memories poured in one after another.

Lu Yan He thought he had almost died.

By the time the intense pain slowly dissipated and he returned to calm, Lu Yan He had gained eighteen years of memories—memories belonging to another person.

Through these memories, he learned about the original owner's life over the past eighteen years.

An orphan raised in the countryside, he was taken out by his uncle as soon as his nine-year compulsory education ended to help at his uncle's restaurant. At fifteen, he was scouted and selected to participate in a talent show, debuted as part of a group by the skin of his teeth, and gained a little popularity. However, the management company he signed with was incompetent; for three years, apart from group activities, he basically had no other work.

Until his eighteenth birthday, when he was pushed into the river, died silently, and was then possessed by the Lu Yan He of the same name from another world.

Lu Yan He hadn't fallen into the river and drowned by accident; he had been pushed.

Who wanted to kill him?

Lu Yan He carefully recalled, but couldn't figure it out.

Mainly because the original owner was too ordinary. Aside from a face that could debut as a celebrity, nothing about him stood out. Having signed with a management company for three years, calling him "eighteenth-tier" was actually giving him too much credit.

He was a timid person, lacking confidence, afraid to speak, and habitually hid from people's sight everywhere due to his inferiority complex.

Such a person... Lu Yan He felt he was truly ill-suited for the entertainment industry.

However, Lu Yan He feeling this way wasn't because he knew much about the entertainment industry either.

His understanding of the entertainment industry came entirely from fragments he had seen on the internet, leaving him with only the impression that "being a celebrity is very profitable."

But looking at the original owner, it wasn't as if every celebrity was wealthy. The original owner had worked hard in the entertainment industry for three years, and his savings were actually zero.

Lu Yan He spent an hour by the river organizing his thoughts.

After all, transmigration was something he had read about often in novels, but this was the first time it had happened to him.

After spending an hour sorting the whole thing out from beginning to end, Lu Yan He was stunned.

Lu Yan He was stunned because he realized that, regardless of anything else, his current biggest predicament was that he couldn't even feed himself!

Three years ago, when he debuted and signed with the company, he had signed an eight-year personal contract, while the group's duration was three years.

During these three years, Lu Yan He basically had no work of his own; it was all group work, and he just scraped by as a filler. Now, the three years were up, and the group was about to disband, which meant he had lost his last source of income.

Lu Yan He was dumbfounded.

His first instinct was to check his phone to see how much money he had. The original owner's memories clearly told him he had no assets or savings; all his money was in his WeChat Pay and Alipay wallets.

But the phone screen was black, and it wouldn't turn on no matter what.

He didn't know if it was water-damaged or just out of battery.

Lu Yan He sighed.

If he didn't clearly remember from the original owner's memories that he had fallen into the river because someone pushed him from behind, he would have truly believed the original owner had jumped in himself.

Now, setting everything else aside, the top priority was to earn a meal for himself.

He deeply suspected that the balance on his phone wouldn't keep him alive for long.

1:00 AM.

Lu Yan He walked wearily along the road, the dim streetlights casting a long shadow behind him.

Occasionally, a car would speed past him.

His phone was dead, he couldn't call a taxi, and he had no way to contact anyone. He could only walk forward slowly by himself, wondering how long it would take to reach the dormitory arranged by his management company.

Tired, sleepy, cold, and hungry.

On the first day of his transmigration, Lu Yan He experienced what it meant to be destitute and hungry.

The poverty he had never experienced before was felt in body and soul over these few short hours.

"Beep-beep—"

Suddenly, a horn sounded.

Lu Yan He turned his head to look.

A red Mercedes slowed down and finally stopped beside him.

The beam from the headlights was blinding; Lu Yan He turned his head slightly to avoid the glare.

The window rolled down, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

She looked Lu Yan He over with interest and asked, "Want a ride?"

The woman's gaze made him pause, and then he understood her intention from her suggestive, up-and-down look.

Although he was destitute and hungry, he hadn't reached the point of selling himself.

Lu Yan He silently withdrew his gaze, ignored her, and continued walking forward.

"Handsome guy is quite cold!" The woman laughed, didn't linger, restarted the car, and drove on.

Lu Yan He suddenly regretted it.

"Hey, wait!" he shouted, chasing after it for two steps.

The red Mercedes stopped again immediately.

Lu Yan He ran up.

The woman rolled down the window again, her smile even more alluring, her voice revealing a hint of laziness amidst its sexiness. "I was wondering, you men would actually refuse me. Get in."

After speaking, she arched her eyes into a soft, charming curve.

Lu Yan He swallowed awkwardly, forced a smile on his face, and said, "No, you misunderstood. I wanted to ask, my phone is dead, could you lend me one hundred yuan? So I can take a taxi back? I'll transfer the money to you as soon as I get back!"

The soft, charming smile on the woman's face paused, and she turned to look at Lu Yan He again.

"Sure, get in the car with me. Don't talk about lending you one hundred yuan; one thousand is fine too."

Lu Yan He waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, that's not necessary. Just lend me one hundred yuan, and I won't need to get in the car."

"Are you serious?"

"Very serious."

Lu Yan He looked at her with some expectation.

The woman seemed to have been greatly insulted and cursed angrily: "Are you sick!"

The window rolled straight up.

As if venting her anger, she slammed her foot on the gas pedal, and the car sped away, leaving Lu Yan He covered in dust.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 2 =====