The lamp is bright and clean, the four walls are spotless.

  The TV in the living room was playing a romantic drama that seemed to have reached its climax, with the male and female leads shouting at each other loudly.

  Li Qian lay on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the snow-white ceiling, but his gaze was unfocused.

  He is daydreaming.

  It's been almost a week since he arrived in this time and space, in this world. Honestly, he didn't feel any discomfort or difficulty adapting. For the next few decades of life that he will spend in this world, he has no dissatisfaction, anxiety, fear... or any other negative emotions. Instead, he is filled with anticipation.

  He knew that compared to the original inhabitants of this world, he had an unimaginable advantage - countless musicians, artists, writers, singers, screenwriters, directors, actors and so on from another time and space. The most elite creations of the top literary and artistic elites in the human world for decades, hundreds of years, or even several hundred years.

  The stories they created, the texts, the images, the notes, the sounds, the glances... are artistic masterpieces that will not be inferior to any of today's artworks, and can even be said to be treasures of art!

  And they, in this world, have never appeared before, are only known and grasped by oneself.

  But what should I do?

  Yes, having a nearly perfect family, loving his father and mother, a stable residence, the stable family income that his parents can provide, and a harmonious family atmosphere... these are all extremely important to Li Qian. They were things he neglected for over 30 years in his previous life, only gradually realizing their importance over the past two years, yet they are also mundane things that bind him, making it impossible for him to return.

  He attaches great importance and cherishes this family very much.

  But his life can't just have these, he wants more, bigger. Only in this life, he already knows that some things are irreplaceable and must be cherished. So, he won't pursue so-called art and abandon those warmth anymore.

  So what should he do?

  How can he turn this huge advantage that currently exists only in his own mind into reality?

  He wants to produce records, he wants to produce many records. He wants to present those moving and beautiful notes in his mind, those rhythms that make people happy and joyful or sad and sorrowful, as well as those beautiful lyrics, to the world, to show them, to let them hear.

  He wants to make movies, be an actor or a screenwriter, or even a director. He wants to restore all the wonderful stories and moving emotions he knows and has seen, one by one. He even wants to correct all the shortcomings of his works after they are released and criticized, so that they can appear in front of everyone in this world with a more perfect image, making them rejoice, praise, and shed tears.

  He even wanted to write a book, he wanted to be a writer. This time, it was not just about the gains of his past life, he felt that he himself had so many things to say and so many stories to tell...

  But what should he do?

  Releasing an album, making a movie, writing... everything is so wonderful, but every single thing is so far away.

  If you want to release an album, first of all, there must be a record company willing to sign with you and willing to invest money in you... So, are you the champion of a singing competition? Or have you proven yourself somewhere else? Or is there some big shot who thinks highly of you and is willing to support you?

  Well, if none of those work out, then what's the point of me spending money to produce an album for you?

  You said you have a good voice?

  With some musical talent and vocal talent, after systematic training, the throat is not bad. What about those newcomers who are lining up to sign a contract? Who do you think you are?

  You say you have creative talent?

  Yeah, this is actually not bad, and can even be said to be a huge advantage. In the music circle, there are many people who can sing, but those who can write songs are limited. However, please note that it's not just writing a tune and filling in lyrics that makes a song usable!

  Is your song good?

  Please, what the market says is good, that's what's really good. Without going through the market's verification, who dares to say that their song will definitely be popular?

  There are some people in this circle, they are either composers or producers, who have a precise grasp of the market's popular trends, they can always create songs or albums that are widely sung and sold well, as long as they are favored by them, it is almost possible to rise to fame overnight... But how many such people are there in the entire circle? Every day, every moment, how many people are staring at them, trying to get close to them?

  Can you reach it?

  So...the question goes back to the starting point, what makes you qualified to release an album?

  As for making movies... okay, maybe ordinary people would say, you look handsome, so of course you can go act in movies!

  Nonsense!

  Li Qian knew from his years of experience in the industry that being handsome and being able to act have nothing to do with each other. Similarly, during art exams every year, all the test centers are crowded with good-looking guys and girls, but ultimately, if you compare them side by side, you'll find that those who get accepted aren't necessarily the most handsome or beautiful ones.

  So, it's hard to release an album, and it's also very difficult to act in a movie.

  On the other hand, writing is something that can be done slowly to try out, but it's clear that this isn't the most urgent thing for Li Qian to do.

  …………

  Li Qian suddenly withdrew his gaze, then a carp jumped out of bed, pulled over a chair and sat down, picked up a white paper, thought for a moment, and wrote four words: Short-term goal.

  Then he wrote below:

  Study hard and make progress every day, at least take the exam in Beijing.

  2. Practice basic skills, guitar and vocal techniques every day.

  3. During the summer vacation, I will go to a bar for an interview and strive to become a resident singer. At least one successful experience is needed to hone my skills in controlling my voice and live performances.

  4. Go to an art university and study performance, strive to continue being classmates with Xiaolu.

  After finishing writing, he carefully read it again, murmured to himself, then stretched out his hand and crumpled the paper into a ball, throwing it directly into the trash can.

  Then let's get started!

  …………

  8:30 tonight, rooftop.

  Li Qian climbed up to the rooftop and found Wang Jingluo leaning against the guardrail again, lost in thought.

  "Hey, beautiful, can you please not send blank texts from now on? At least type something over, if not, just send a letter or even a number!"

  Wang Jinglu turned her head to glance at him, then expressionless, she turned back to continue staring into the distance.

  It's obvious that you're in a bad mood.

  "Today, the fifth floor opposite didn't fight, it's really boring!" Li Qian said.

  Wang Jinglu remained silent.

  Li Qian also fell silent.

  After a while, he touched Wang Jinglu's arm and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

  Wang Jinglu turned her head to look at him, with a hesitant expression, but in the end, she just said: "Nothing, it's just that... I'm feeling a bit down. I don't know what's wrong either."

  Li Qian was taken aback, his eyelids twitching a few times, and said in a pretentious tone: "This kind of thing... you don't communicate with me very well, do you? You should be nagging your mom about it?"

  Wang Jinglu was startled and stared at him with wide eyes, "You... how did you know?"

  Today, Li Qian was called up, and she indeed wanted to say something, but for some reason, when she really saw Li Qian, she didn't want to say it anymore. After all, it was just her own speculation. An old friend's child from overseas had returned home and came to visit the family, what's wrong with that? The other person hadn't said anything, so why bring it up herself? What if nothing happened at all, how embarrassing would that be? It seemed like she was being overly sensitive!

  But... how did Li Qian know?

  Li Qian was taken aback again, "Why didn't I know? You've got that expression on your face, and you're in a bad mood... Okay, fine, I get it. Girls always have those few days every month..."

  Wang Jinglu suddenly widened her eyes, and for a moment, she looked dazed.

  Then, when she came to herself, her face suddenly turned red!

  She kicked Li Qian with a leg in annoyance, and she was both shy and anxious, not knowing how to explain, so she stomped her foot and said, "No!"

  Li Qian spread his hands out in a helpless gesture, having been scolded again just a few days later.

  Wang Jinglu gave him a hateful look and turned her head away without saying another word.

  But it has to be said that after Li Qian's commotion, the matter that was originally weighing on his heart had unknowingly faded away.

  After a moment of silence, Wang Jinglu suddenly remembered something and said, "Next Thursday and Friday are the mid-term exams."

  "Oh." Li Qian nodded slightly absent-mindedly.

  "You scored 433 points last time." Wang Jinglu continued.

  Li Qian suddenly gained some spirit and asked: "To get into the top thirty, how many points are needed?"

  He had just set a short-term goal, the first one was about learning, and the last one was about university. So, this score issue is naturally not to be taken lightly.

  At this time, Wang Jinglu thought for a moment and said: "The little Ping sitting behind me scored 518 points last time, she was the 27th."

  "Oh, so it's 500 points then." Li Qian had a number in mind now.

  Wang Jinglu said: "If you end up in the last ten places in the final exam, it will be like when we were promoted from first year to second year... We don't require you to score 500 points, 480 points is fine. With 480 points, you can probably stay in this class."

  Li Qian said: "Hey, actually I go to which class is the same, anyway you all have to leave..."

  Wang Jinglu was slightly shy and didn't speak anymore.

  Li Qian didn't notice her, unaware, and continued to calculate his scores, "Chinese 90 points is not bad, 85 points is no problem, History and Philosophy these two subjects should be around 80 points, English and Natural Science, I've been studying hard recently, so let's just say one is 75 and the other is 70... This adds up to 390 points, the pressure is huge! Okay, Math I'll try my best to get 70 points, but it's not a big problem, second-year high school math isn't too difficult, it's just Russian... getting 60 points is really hard!"

  After calculating again and again, Li Qian felt that he could score between 500 to 520 points. He was quite satisfied with this result. Then he turned around to look at Wang Jinglu.

  The eyes behind the glasses blinked, she shifted her gaze and didn't make eye contact with Li Qian, whispering: "Or I'll tell my sister that...I won't go to Beijing?"

  She paused, as if afraid that Li Jian would misunderstand something, and then explained: "I mean, I'm saying... If I don't go to Beijing during the summer vacation, I can tutor you in Russian. Your Russian is the worst!"

  Li Qian blinked his eyes and didn't say anything.

  Wang Jinglu turned around and looked at him, counting on her fingers carefully for him, "You scored 91 in Chinese last time, 43 in math, 61 in English, 52 in Russian, 70 in history, 67 in philosophy, 49 in science... According to your own calculations, do you think you can make progress so quickly?"

  Li Qian was taken aback, he couldn't say: My grades were pretty good in my previous life, except for Russian which I didn't touch in my previous life, so I can only rely on the little foundation of this life. With a bit of review, it's not like I'll do too badly...

  "You remember it so clearly, I've even forgotten myself..." he said.

  "You always take things lightly and don't take them seriously..." she said.

  "This time I'm definitely being serious, actually I've been working really hard these past few days..." he said.

  "Staring blankly in class and sneaking glances at me, even getting caught by the teacher, and then making excuses to the teacher, is that what you call being very diligent?" she said.

  This was irrefutable, Li Qian thought for a moment and still lowered his head.

  Wang Jinglu looked at him and said, "This time you strive to score 460 points, the final exam strives to score 490 points, okay? As long as you score 490 points, you can stay in our class, then I...then I won't go to Beijing, okay?"

  "Hey, don't worry about it, you should go your way. If you don't leave, your sister will come back and give me the cold shoulder! Besides, I'm sure I can score 500 points, so don't worry!"

  Wang Jinglu seemed a little disappointed upon hearing this, turned her head to gaze at the distant street view, and fell silent.

  Li Qian turned his head and looked at her.

  Qī ěr de xué shēng fā, hēi hēi de, péng péng de, miàn sè píng jìng, hěn guāi hěn guāi de yàng zǐ.

  Translation:

  Qi Er's student hair is black and fluffy, with a calm complexion, looking very well-behaved.

  Her profile is slightly thin, but not bony, still plump and very good-looking.

  The earlobe is very round and thin, looking good.

  Her neck is long, fair and very good-looking.

  Collarbone slightly exposed, looks great.

  White background blue floral suspender nightdress... looks very good.

  Li Qian sniffled and hastily averted her gaze before she turned around.

  "By the way, has your sister told you, what did you take when you went to take the film academy exam?"

  Wang Jinglu fell silent for a moment before speaking in a soft voice, "There are many, but my sister said that with appearance and physique, I will definitely pass easily. For the talent show, my piano is definitely no problem, only improvisation, my sister said I'm too reserved, when I see the examiner, I'll be even more nervous, so I need to prepare in advance, go to the capital to find some teachers for a small class..."

  Li Qian raised his head, struck a disdainful pose and glanced at her, "Please, what's the big deal about looks and figure? You think being pretty gives you special privileges or something? Let me tell you, for an actor, whether they're good-looking or not is totally unimportant! Because movies are an art form that can create beauty..."

  "Besides, it's said that when the art exam was approaching, the entire capital city and Shuntian Prefecture were filled with beautiful young girls of eligible age, numbering in the tens of thousands. Those people were all stunning beauties, one group after another, overwhelming to behold. You, on the other hand, are just a small flower, only your sister thinks you're good-looking. Compared to those beauties, you're completely unremarkable..."

  Listening to Li Qian belittling himself there, Wang Jinglu suddenly felt that the feeling of loss in her heart earlier had inexplicably disappeared, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

  A little shy, a little happy...... very good-looking.