"This variety show is extrely popular. You should at least try to leave a good final impression on the audience."
Qing Xia heard a soft voice—one that sounded like a girl's, or rather, a mature woman's.
His ears were still ringing, likely due to a grenade exploding near his head. He blinked a few tis, attempting to regain his senses and shake off the annoying hum.
"Xian, are you even listening to ? I'm talking to you! Don't play the silent man now," said Manager Su, trying to suppress the anger bubbling within her. This artist of hers had always been like this—living in his world, indifferent to everything around him. If she hadn't been his assistant for three years, she might have thought he was either a recluse or a fool.
The mont her words fell, Qing Xia opened his eyes and looked toward the sound. Manager Su froze. There was no unnecessary emotion in those beautiful amber eyes staring back at her.
She went silent for a mont, not because of the stunning face before her, nor the glow of his pale skin. It wasn't the sight of a young man brushing back his shoulder-length hair, holding his head slightly while squinting with mild annoyance. All of that was certainly striking, but it was the coldness and cruelty in those eyes that rendered Manager Su speechless.
For so reason, she had the eerie feeling that the mont she opened her mouth, her throat would be slit. Don't ask her why such a thought ca to her—she was equally surprised by the fear flooding her in the presence of this beautiful teenage boy.
Qing Xia was observing his surroundings now. He wasn't stupid. Within two seconds of opening his eyes, he realized he wasn't in his own body—or even in his world.
No, this couldn't be his world. A luxurious car, a woman seated across from him in elegant attire and flawless makeup, sunlight streaming through the car's window while buildings blurred past outside... Even the air tasted different, confirming this wasn't his world.
Don't joke with . That filthy world had none of this.
It was impossible to forget—how could he forget years of suffering, pain, and tornt? How could he forget the ever-present black fog? The barren lands with no life or water? How could he forget the destruction of the world humanity once knew?
He had fought with all his might, putting in every ounce of effort. Though, truthfully, he had grown tired—sick of living in that dreadful world. Yet, he couldn't give up the life his family had sacrificed everything for.
"Madam, we've arrived."
The driver's voice pulled Qing Xia out of his mories. He raised his eyes and stared at the woman across from him. This ti, he withdrew his terrifying aura, gazing at her with re indifference.
It seed the driver's voice also snapped the woman out of the deep fear she had been gripped by. She looked at the young man in front of her and hesitantly said, "This variety show may be new, but it's very popular—especially since it's broadcast live 24/7. That ans the caras will catch your every move, so it's better not to cause any trouble. I understand you feel wronged because the company abandoned you and terminated your contract, and this will be your last ti in front of the cara. But you can't just act out of anger. Your incompetence is the reason you were rejected only two years after signing the contract. You're the only mber of the team who hasn't made any progress as an artist or singer."
Perhaps because Manager Su was still sowhat scared and nervous, she ended up saying a lot more than she intended.
Well, at least it was useful for Qing Xia. He now knew a bit about the owner of this body—not that he could ask for her help or clarification. What was he supposed to say? Excuse , it seems I lost my mory after closing my eyes for two minutes.
Even more ridiculous would be saying sothing like, I'm not Xian; I'm the soul of soone else.
Now that he had this body, he was determined to live a good, happy life in this peaceful and beautiful world.
From Manager Su's words, it seed the person he had taken overworked in the entertainnt industry. What did she say? A singer and actor? Well, that was unexpected. Soone like him, who didn't even get the chance to graduate high school, was supposed to live as a singer? At least the company had terminated his contract. He couldn't imagine himself trying to learn how to sing—talent wasn't sothing you gained just because you inherited a body.
Unfortunately, he didn't even get the original owner's mories.
After analyzing Manager Su's words carefully, Qing Xia felt slightly relieved. Based on what she said, this was the last job he would be doing, and his contract had been terminated. Though he still needed a lot more information, this was better than nothing.
At least he had a vague idea of what was happening and where he was headed.
Not that he wanted to participate in any variety show or anything like that. All he truly desired at the mont was so delicious food to fill his stomach. After living for five years in a destroyed world, even the smallest bit of food there had been contaminated and utterly inedible.
I want to eat a plate of grilled at. I haven't seen any at in years.
Xian's mouth was practically watering as he stepped out of the car. Manager Su glanced at him, sighed, and led him to et the other participants who would be filming with him. As they walked, she didn't forget to explain all the things he needed to pay attention to, thoroughly detailing what he had to do in the program.
It was a wilderness survival show, where participants from various professions were dropped into a forest for 30 days with a small backpack of supplies and food. That bag was practically useless since the food and water in it could last only two days at most.
Of course, this show wasn't suited for a "flower vase" like Xian. The other participants selected for the show were retired military personnel, Olympians, or survival experts.
In other words, they were all strong and capable.
As for why a "singer" was here, Manager Su had hinted that this unfortunate man had offended soone he shouldn't have. Wait a second—wasn't he the unlucky one now?
Xian quickly arrived at the helicopter's location, where he saw many people gathered. They appeared to be waiting, just like him, talking to their assistants or each other.
Yes, you heard that right—a helicopter. Who told the show's producer to be so wealthy? Since the show's events took place in a forest far from the city, participants were being transported by helicopter. The live broadcast would begin right from this mont, as scenes of the participants boarding the helicopter made for an excellent opening shot.
One of the participants looked at Xian, who was standing with Manager Su, his ears still ringing from her endless chatter and warnings.
"Hey, look over here! Hello, kid. Did you lose your way?" the man called out, laughing along with two others beside him.
This man had healthy bronze skin, strong, defined muscles, and even so facial stubble. His short brown hair and narrow eyes gave him a rugged appearance. He didn't look very old, but compared to Xian's delicate features, Xian truly looked like a child next to him.
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