Chapter 3: The dream is awake, he is still here

Lu Yan He really hadn't expected Zhou Ping'an to suddenly show his cards and tell him to leave the industry.

This was truly a sudden blow.

He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Brother Ping'an, doesn't the contract I signed with the company still have five years left?"

Zhou Ping'an said, "It does have five years, but that's just an entertainment management contract; it doesn't affect you going to school."

"Then won't the company arrange work for me?" Lu Yan He asked directly.

Zhou Ping'an was stunned again.

Lu Yan He had never talked back to him before, nor had he ever asked him a follow-up question after he finished speaking.

It seemed that what he had just said had really stimulated Lu Yan He.

Zhou Ping'an sighed and said, "If the company could arrange work for you, of course it would. But our company isn't a big company, and we've signed so many artists—there are more monks than gruel. Your popularity isn't high, and you don't have many fans, so why would the company prioritize arranging work for you? Brother doesn't have the heart to watch you waste your time here. If you waste another five years like this, you'll be twenty-three when your contract expires. What will you do then? It will be too late to go back to school."

Lu Yan He fell silent.

Judging from the original owner's memories, Zhou Ping'an as an agent couldn't be called too good, nor too bad. Over the three years he had managed their Fengzhi group, he had been diligent. He wasn't enthusiastic toward him, but he hadn't completely left him out in the cold and ignored him either; at most, his attitude was a bit poor.

But the words Zhou Ping'an said to him tonight, from the perspective of the original owner's situation, were actually well-intentioned.

Standing from Lu Yan He's own perspective, given the original owner's situation, he was indeed not suited for the entertainment industry.

If you asked him, it was indeed better to go back to school; maybe he could get into a good university. After all, the original owner hadn't stopped going to school over these three years; he had spent a lot of time at school. However, because he attended primary and middle school in the countryside, his foundation was poor, the high school he attended wasn't very good, and his grades had always been very average. Plus, the original owner had spent a lot of time on dance rehearsals and acting classes. Given his situation, it would be a struggle just to get into a third-tier university.

But now, the situation was indeed different.

The day Lu Yan He transmigrated was also his eighteenth birthday—well, before he transmigrated, he had just finished the college entrance exam, entered a 985 university, and started military training.

Who knew that just as the most painful military training of university had ended and the beautiful four years of university life were about to unfold before him, he transmigrated.

The start was a bitter and spicy script.

Very speechless.

What to do?

"I definitely have to go to school," he said. "But if the company isn't going to arrange work for me, will the three-thousand-yuan subsidy still be paid?"

When he signed the contract with the company, it was clearly written that he would be paid a three-thousand-yuan subsidy every month.

Zhou Ping'an said, "You child, if they aren't even arranging work for you, how could they still pay the subsidy?"

Lu Yan He: "..."

The filter that had just been established shattered instantly.

"Brother Ping'an, so your meaning is that you want to terminate the contract with me," he said.

Zhou Ping'an: "Sigh, the company really has too many artists. Yan He, if only you could adapt to this entertainment industry a little more, I wouldn't want to break our bond either."

Lu Yan He gave a "heh" in his heart.

You can use that line to coax a child.

Fine, he had really thought he was looking out for the original owner, but it turned out he just wanted to sweep someone out the door.

Lu Yan He didn't speak again.

After a while, they arrived at the dormitory arranged by the company for Lu Yan He and the others.

Lu Yan He got out of the car and was about to walk inside when Zhou Ping'an suddenly rolled down the window. "Yan He, think more about what Brother just said to you."

Lu Yan He, with his back to Zhou Ping'an, waved his hand and said, "Brother Ping'an, it's three thousand yuan a month; I can't bear to let it go."

Zhou Ping'an widened his eyes, looking at Lu Yan He's back in disbelief.

Lu Yan He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Ping'an.

The quiet night shrouded the earth, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow. Zhou Ping'an saw Lu Yan He's eyes shining as if they had been ignited by something, and heard him say: "Brother Ping'an, I almost died tonight. Before I died, many thoughts flashed through my mind. Do you know what one of those thoughts was?"

Zhou Ping'an looked at him in confusion and didn't speak.

Lu Yan He grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth, his youthful spirit rising with the wind.

"I've been too stifling to myself for the past eighteen years. From today on, I'm going to start over!"

He raised his right hand and waved it.

"Thank you for bringing me back today. Take care on the road."

"I won't be terminating this contract!"

Lu Yan He went inside.

Leaving only Zhou Ping'an sitting in the car, plunged into shock, unable to recover for a long time.

Lu Yan He smelled of river mud.

He took a satisfying hot shower, feeling every pore relax.

After coming out of the shower, his stomach gave a growl.

Lu Yan He went to the refrigerator to look for something, but there was nothing inside.

Hungry.

Why was there no food in the dormitory?

Just then, Yan Liang, who lived in the same dormitory, suddenly opened the door and came out.

He saw Lu Yan He and showed a surprised expression.

"Why are you awake so early?"

Lu Yan He looked at Yan Liang, whose hair was a mess, his right hand still scratching his butt, and said, "Just got back."

Yan Liang didn't ask much.

He yawned, "If you're hungry, there's instant noodles in the cupboard; I bought them last night."

Lu Yan He: "Oh, thanks."

In the Fengzhi group, Yan Liang was considered the one with relatively good popularity.

Like Lu Yan He, he was eighteen this year and also attended the Thirteenth High School.

However, he went even less than Lu Yan He, basically only spending three or four days a month at school, with most of his time spent running errands.

Lu Yan He was very envious.

More errands meant more pay.

Unlike him, who lived hand-to-mouth every month.

But it was normal for someone with high popularity to have more errands.

Lu Yan He cooked a bowl of instant noodles, and while he was eating in front of the coffee table, Yan Liang had already changed into running shoes and sportswear and gone downstairs for a morning run.

This habit of his, for three years, except for rain, even snow couldn't stop him.

Lu Yan He finished the instant noodles, tidied up, went back to his bedroom, and fell asleep.

A night of terror, his brain had been tense all night, and now he finally had time to rest.

Lu Yan He lost consciousness almost instantly.

At the moment he lost consciousness, a thought emerged in his mind: Transmigration? He couldn't be dreaming, could he?

It felt like entering the deep night, and after an unknown amount of time, some sounds vaguely arose.

Then, the sounds grew louder and louder.

Lu Yan He woke up with a start.

"Damn, I'm not late again, am I? Didn't military training end?"

He opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar environment, and realized that this wasn't his university dormitory, and there were no roommates around him.

He had transmigrated, transmigrated to a parallel Earth, and became an eighteenth-tier celebrity.

Not a dream.

The dream was awake, and he was still here.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 4 =====