My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 390 - 263: Debut at the Pinnacle

Chapter 390: Chapter 263: Debut at the Pinnacle

"Oh my! What kind of divine song is this, love it so much!"

"A friend shared it, and I’ve had it on repeat ever since..."

"It’s been so long since I’ve encountered music like this, back when I was as young as you all."

"Unconsciously, my eyes dampen, I’ve felt the evening breeze you’ve felt, seen the scenery you’ve seen, as if we once embraced...

Continuously missing each other, in the end, we didn’t even finish a movie, we promised to hold hands, yet all that’s left is a hurried silhouette..."

"Simple melody, straightforward lyrics, yet they touch the depths of the soul.

The combination of lyrics and melody, the transitions and charm, always evoke memories filled with past emotions."

On loop, the feeling of misaligned space-time lingers in my mind, imagining another space-time back then.

But in another space-time, what would our lives be like?

Misaligned space-time, when will it no longer be misaligned?

At the next crossing, will we be able to come together, in the same space-time..."

"Uh... I’m listening to music, why are you all hearing stories?"

"This seems to be a newcomer, right? Is it Duan Xiaoxian’s first song? Who cares who he is, I just want to know which big shot is Meng Changjun?"

"..."

At 10 o’clock in the evening, Duan Xian stared at his phone screen, his gaze a bit vacant.

There was a "Peak Popularity Chart" on the music platform, and emblazoned on the "Daily Chart" at No.11 was "Misaligned Space-Time"...

Second place on the new song chart, first on the soaring chart.

Three minutes later, the data refreshed again, and "Misaligned Space-Time" moved up to No.10 on the daily chart.

Is this fake...

Am I dreaming?

At that moment, Duan Xian felt like he was on a roller coaster; one moment he was incredibly excited, the next, he felt the world was too unreal.

He had indeed thought that his song might become a bit popular, but he had never imagined that it would break into the top ten of a popularity chart...

Over 500,000 listens, 60,000+ likes, 1,000+ shares.

For a song that hadn’t been online for less than 24 hours and sung by a complete amateur, these numbers could only mean one thing...

The song... had blown up!

Even on Douyin and Weibo, there had already been videos related to the song and consecutive shares and recommendations; becoming viral was probably just a matter of time.

Seeing such results, Duan Xian, who initially accompanied his buddy in what seemed like a fool’s errand, finally began to believe that Meng Lang planning to get him into the entertainment industry might not be a joke after all.

However, at this moment, what he was more concerned about was another issue...

"2843.78..."

Seeing this income figure in the backend, Duan Xian’s breathing became a bit hurried.

The internet music platform had matured; as soon as creators upload their original music, they could earn revenue from listenings, paid downloads, and ad sharing.

Just one day, the income from this song was already close to half of his monthly salary...

Anyone with basic reasoning could judge that once this song fully spread on the internet, the income would grow even higher, and it would definitely be more than today.

Duan Xian casually grabbed a calculator that was nearby.

[Reset! Two eight zero zero times three hundred sixty-five... equals 1,022,000.]

One... over a million!

Duan Xian’s eyes nearly popped out!

All the talk of traffic, all the data, none of it was as heart-shaking as the cold, hard cash right before his eyes.

When it comes to making money, it seems that only the entertainment industry could outperform finance by miles...

He didn’t know the exact income from the song, but based on a conservative daily income estimate, just one music platform could bring nearly a million a year in revenue!

Of course, this takes into account that popularity cannot always remain at its peak and is likely to be a declining curve.

However, even at the worst, an income of seven or eight hundred thousand a year should be achievable.

And this is without considering extra income like selling the rights.

Not to mention, a hit song could bring in an endless amount of intangible wealth such as fans and fame...

Thinking this way, Meng Lang selling him a song for a million was not a friendship price but outright a steal!

For a moment, Duan Xian felt both moved and his hands burned with the cash.

Even with a buddy, having millions thrown on his head so casually would make anyone feel an immense pressure.

But he had no idea that Meng Lang was preparing to introduce him to a whole new level of encounter, and who knows what he would think then...

"Bro! What are you looking at? Your face is as intense as if you’re performing Beijing opera. Is there a drama playing in that calculator?"

A voice startled Duan Xian, and he nearly threw the calculator out of his hand.

Turning his head, he saw Duan Xiaoyi had entered the room at some point, carrying a fruit plate in her hand.

"Mom asked me to bring you some fruit. I called you several times, but you didn’t hear me. What were you so engrossed in?"

Duan Xiaoyi set the fruit plate on the desk and glanced at the calculator in Duan Xian’s hand, looking puzzled.

"1,022,000? What does that represent?"

It represents an annual salary of a million...

Duan Xian thought to himself, then put down the calculator and looked troubled.

"Xiao Yi, what do you think... What if your brother suddenly became famous?"

Duan Xiaoyi looked bewildered at her elder brother.

"Famous? If you have inflammation, you need to reduce it. Here, eat some dragon fruit?"

"I’m not talking about that kind of feeling famous; I mean... never mind, just listen to this."

Duan Xian didn’t know how to explain and simply picked up his phone, tapped a few times, and a melodious tune came through the speaker soon after.

[In a movie that couldn’t fill half a row, lights suddenly turned on when the show ended...]

Duan Xiaoyi listened for a while.

"Oh! This song, right! I’ve heard it today; it was recommended several times in our music enthusiasts’ group. I listened to it once and really liked it—I even saved it.

What about it? Is there something wrong with the song?"

"Hmm... Listen to it a few more times, listen carefully," Duan Xian said, his expression a bit odd.

"What’s up with you, making such a fuss..."

Duan Xiaoyi pouted, but still sat down and casually started listening again.

[I’ve felt the evening breeze you’ve felt...]

One time, two times...

Listening for the first time, it just felt good, nothing strange, but by the second time, Duan Xiaoyi’s expression became puzzled.

By the third time, she finally couldn’t help herself, her expression somewhat odd as she turned to look at Duan Xian.

"Why do I feel... this voice sounds somewhat familiar?"

"Hmm! How could it not be familiar? You’ve been listening to this voice for twenty-four years..." Duan Xian pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Duan Xiaoyi’s eyes slowly widened, and she pointed at Duan Xian with her finger.

"You... you mean..."

"That’s right, I’m the one singing."

Duan Xiaoyi: "..."

...

The next day, Monday, the weather was clear.

Eight o’clock in the morning.

"Dong dong!" Early in the morning, the door of room 1102 was knocked on.

Meng Lang opened the door and saw Duan Xiaoyi, clad in denim and wearing a duckbill cap, standing right at the doorway. When Meng Lang opened the door, she curiously peered inside.

"Uh... why are you here?" Meng Lang was a bit slow to react as he looked at Duan Xiaoyi.

"I’ve come to get my albums. My brother took them out the door at eight o’clock, and now it’s exactly 48 hours," Duan Xiaoyi said, pursing her lips and indicating the watch on her wrist.

Uh...

Did you come timing it with a stopwatch?

"Oh right, right! Sorry, my mind’s been a mess these past two days, almost forgot about this. Please come in, have a seat for a bit."

Meng Lang let her in and then went to tidy up Zhao Ge’s albums in the study.

Zero had basically finished analyzing what needed to be analyzed, and these albums were of no use to him anymore.

He put the albums in a tote and handed it to Duan Xiaoyi, who was still looking around from her spot on the sofa.

"Here! Thanks a lot for this time."

"No problem, next time if you get a Zhao Ge autograph, just remember to contact me!"

"Uh..."

Have you gotten addicted to being a scalper fan?

"Certainly, certainly, let me walk you out," Meng Lang courteously said.

"Hmm... you live alone in such a big house?"

Duan Xiaoyi seemed in no hurry to leave, gesturing towards the apartment.

"Uh..."

Meng Lang paused momentarily.

It indeed was a bit strange, a single man living alone in such a big apartment – not just strange, but also quite wasteful.

But what can I explain?

Tell her that the house has free utilities and I’ve never even paid rent, mainly because I have a good relationship with the landlord?

I always feel it might cause some undesirable speculation...

Before Meng Lang could speak, however, Duan Xiaoyi nodded to herself.

"I get it! You definitely need a quiet environment for creation, right?"

"Uh..."

"Is that song ’Misaligned Space-Time’ really written by you?"

"Emm..."

Meng Lang figured out why this guy was so curious today.

He nodded reluctantly.

"That... could be said, yes."

"Hey! Do you have any other works?"

"Ah? What?"

"What I mean is, how do you find my voice? I’m also pretty good at singing, much better than my brother!"

"You want to be a singer too? Aren’t you a professional gamer?" Meng Lang asked with an odd expression.

"A pro player can have side jobs too!

Moreover, if I became a singer, I might even get to perform on the same stage as Zhao Ge! Hehe!" Duan Xiaoyi laughed smugly.

So, after all this time, she wanted to get close to Zhao Ge.

You’re so nonchalant about chasing stars, do your gaming fans know about this...

But this thinking is strangely in line with my own, isn’t it?

Just one treats Zhao Ge as an idol, the other as a mortal enemy.

This curious coincidence of paths...

"Sorry, but this song is the first and also the last one."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Meng Lang sighed.

Just wrote one song and it already cost me a life.

Others sacrifice themselves for the art, I’m literally sacrificing myself for the art!

If I keep on writing, the guys are probably going to do more than just ’Scream’.

I fear a whole ’Brother’s Life is Also a Life’ rebellion could directly kick off...

Helplessly, he spread his hands.

"It means... I’ve retired from songwriting."

Duan Xiaoyi: "..."

Retired from songwriting?!

Are you kidding me?

Who has ever heard of a songwriter retiring after just one hit song?

Especially when it was a hit!

How would those who wrote hundreds of songs without any success feel?

Seeing the ’You’re joking, right?’ look on Duan Xiaoyi’s face, Meng Lang sighed inwardly.

What can I do?

I’m predestined to be "peak upon debut"...