I'm a Hit Songwriter—Isn't It Only Natural to Have Rumors with a Pop Diva?

“Hurry up, hurry up! Are you ready yet?”

A flurry of urging voices echoed in Su Chen’s ear. He opened his eyes, propping himself up from the sofa with his arm. A short, baby-faced young man was running toward him from the doorway, his expression anxious.

“Hey, do you realize what time it is? And you’re still lounging around here as if nothing’s happening!”

“It’s almost your turn to go on! Why aren’t you getting ready backstage?”

“I really don’t know what Senior Xi was thinking, letting you take her place on stage!”

“I’m warning you, you’d better perform well. Don’t mess this up, or none of us will have it easy!”

Su Chen listened to the baby-faced young man’s incessant chatter, his mind still sluggish and slow to react.

What’s going on?

He was just burning the midnight oil writing a script for a show, and had only dozed off on his desk for a little while. How did he open his eyes to find himself in this unfamiliar place?

He glanced around. This seemed to be the backstage area of a performance. And judging by the young man’s words, he was being sent on as a last-minute replacement.

Was this a dream? But it felt far too real.

Had he traveled to another world?

A wild thought flashed through Su Chen’s mind. As if to confirm it, fragments of memory surged into him like a tide.

The flood of information made his head throb so painfully he couldn’t help but raise a hand to his forehead.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?” The baby-faced young man waved his hand in front of Su Chen’s face, growing