Start by Spending One Billion [Entertainment Industry]
Start by Spending One Billion [Entertainment Industry] Chapter 25.1

Chapter 25 1/4

In the final voting, Sheng Quan didn’t cast a vote, but Jinjiu’s votes still ranked first.

His experience inclined people towards him, his appearance attracted a wave of visual fans, and most importantly, his dreamlike singing voice stood out among the contestants. Even if not present, just watching the live stream through a device made many people place their votes on him.

Jinjiu watched his vote count skyrocket and then looked at the little starlight coming from all directions. He slightly opened his mouth, as if to say something. In the end, he just reddened the corners of his eyes and bowed deeply to the audience.

This bow directly ignited the fans’ emotions. They raised their light signs even higher, shouting Jinjiu’s name as loudly as possible.

“Jinjiu, go for it!”

“Jinjiu, go for it!”

The barrage was also filled with various messages of “Jinjiu, go for it.”

My mom even says it sounds good. [Sob, he should have become famous seven years ago.]

really so nice to listen to. [It was hard to imagine how good he sounded before his voice was ruined.]

[Seven years, wasted for seven years]

Go for it. Go for it. [I look forward to your singing.]

Sheng Quan smiled as she watched Jinjiu reap the honors that should have belonged to him.

Jinjiu looked back, his eyes shining, no longer empty but filled with joy and excitement.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed and a bit cautious, he looked at Sheng Quan as if inquiring shyly, “Can I?”

Can I have all this love?

When he looked over, Sheng Quan raised the light sign. Although her voice was drowned in the sea of sound, the lip movements were enough.

“Jinjiu, go for it!”

So, on the stage, Jinjiu showed a surprised smile, complete with little fangs.

This scene, too surreal and beautiful, was considered a divine image in the entertainment circle.

After the end of the semi-finals, all the contestants sat on the bus, returning to the training base together to prepare for the upcoming finals.

Baixing and Jinjiu sat in a row.

Jinjiu wore a headband with “Jinjiu, go for it” written on it. It was thrown onto the stage by an excited fan, and he quietly picked it up when he got off. Originally just holding it in his hand, An Baixing saw it and insisted on putting it on Jinjiu’s head. Without any resistance, Jinjiu let the sparkling headband settle comfortably on his head.

From getting on the bus until now, he had secretly reached out to touch it several times.

Baixing almost talked all the way. Even though Jinjiu had won first place, An Baixing seemed more excited, as if he had won himself. Ever since they got on the bus, he had been chattering non-stop.

“You have so many fans! Although I don’t have as many fans as you, I still have quite a few. Look, haven’t you seen it? When I sing, at least twenty-something fans shout my name. It seems like we attracted a lot of attention in the preliminaries. When the program is over, won’t we become popular?”

“That’s great! If I become popular, I’ll have a concert. After singing, I’ll chat with my fans. Oh, by the way, should we form a team? You’re responsible for showing your skills, and I’m responsible for livening up the atmosphere. The two of us, a perfect match, unstoppable in the world… Huh?”

An Baixing, who had tried to be Sheng Dong’s little parrot, had to close his mouth because the Jinjiu sitting next to him had fallen asleep, leaning on his shoulder.

Jinjiu, who was usually aloof, looked quite cold; at least An Baixing had complained more than once that he was like a self-contained little mushroom.

But when he fell asleep leaning on An Baixing’s shoulder, looking at the delicate and pale face with a hint of weariness but a slight upward curve at the corners of the lips, An Baixing suddenly realized that this guy was only 23 years old.

He was a year younger than him!

Realizing belatedly that he was a bit older, instead of pushing Jinjiu away, An Baixing, in a rather considerate manner, picked up a coat nearby and covered Jinjiu.

Then Jinjiu turned into a mushroom covered in a coat.

Amused by his own metaphor, An Baixing laughed silently. With no one to talk to, he closed his eyes, excitedly imagining how he, as a big star, would be dashing. As he thought about it, he leaned against Jinjiu and fell asleep.

Jinjiu, in his deep slumber, had a dream.

In the dream, he saw someone who looked a lot like him but was also different.

The person appeared to be at least fifty years old, with white hair and wrinkles on his face, showing the signs of aging. Yet he still looked charming, although there was emptiness in his eyes.

Empty, as if this were just a walking corpse.

“Why?” he murmured softly. “Why did I get what I wanted, but I’m still not happy?”

The room was as silent as a morgue, with bottles of pills lined up on the table, almost covering the entire surface.

Jinjiu recognized these as medications for psychological treatment. He was taking them himself now, but due to actively seeking medical help and cooperating, he was managing well.

He watched the other person sit alone for a while, then stood up and picked up a pen and paper, writing something on the paper.

This person seemed to talk to himself often. He walked to the balcony, looked down, and suddenly smiled.

“Not bad; at least I won’t hit anyone or cause trouble here.”

He slowly climbed onto the railing. The height below seemed to have no effect on him. He sat on it, looking up at the pitch-black sky, murmuring:

“So dark.”

Outside, there was a banging on the door, and people were vaguely shouting, but he couldn’t hear them.

Staring at the dark sky, he let go, falling backward.

Jinjiu desperately reached out to grab him, but only saw the relief in the eyes of the falling person.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

The person falling saw Jinjiu.

He seemed a little surprised, opening his mouth as if wanting to ask something or as if suddenly understanding something.

Jinjiu, with the fan headband falling off his head, tried to grab it, but the falling person caught it, treasuring it against his chest.

Embracing the headband, he smiled in relief.

—Bang!

The door burst open, and a man with white hair on his temples, accompanied by security, rushed in. He swiftly passed by Jinjiu, leaning over the balcony.

—”Jinjiu!!!”

“Quick! Call 120! Quick!”

Jinjiu, hearing his own name, stood there in a daze. He looked at the man in front of him, who seemed to be at least forty or fifty years old, with a familiar face, puzzled.

“An… Baixing?”

—”Right here!!”

Jinjiu slowly opened his eyes and struggled out of the coat, only to see An Baixing beside him with a triumphant look.

“I told you, my charm is irresistible. You dreamed of me; you called my name even in your dreams. How about it? Dreaming of me has already become a big star. Oh dear, come on, tell me, what did you dream about me?”

Jinjiu wanted to tell An Baixing about the dream but found himself struggling to recall the details.

The only thing he could remember was, “In the dream, we seemed to be friends.”

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