I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 68 Dream

[Congratulations, host, on successfully completing the mission "Preparing for Level 6"]

[Rewards are being distributed...]

[Congratulations, host, you have received the reward—Inspiration]

……

【Name: Inspiration】

[Category: Special Item]

[Description: After use, the user will gain a great deal of inspiration in a certain area.]

[Note: Sometimes, that fleeting moment of inspiration is the difference between genius and ordinary person.]

After reading the detailed introduction of the prop, Chen Yan did not hesitate and immediately chose to use it.

At the same time, he also had some expectations in his heart, wondering what kind of inspiration this prop would bring him...

only……

Even after Chen Yan arrived at the cafeteria and his food was already served, he still didn't feel any difference in himself.

"No, where are my props? Where are the rewards I earned after studying so hard for a month?" Chen Yan wondered to himself as he ate the popcorn chicken in his bowl.

He was quite confident in the system's "quality" and believed that it wouldn't "swallow rewards."

'Could it be that this item's effect only activates during training?'

After thinking for a long time, Chen Yan finally came up with a reasonably suitable reason... However, he didn't dwell on the matter too much. At the moment, the most important thing was the upcoming piano competition, and there was no need to waste his energy on such things.

……

the other side……

Watching the sunset, Wenya let out a long sigh and decided to leave work early today.

After all, all the preparations for the competition have been completed, and Chen Yan isn't coming to class today, so there's nothing for her to do if she stays any longer. She might as well leave work early and have a proper dinner.

After packing her things, Wenya picked up her bag and strode out of the training institution...

Just as she stepped out of the institution's gate, she saw a familiar figure, her body stiffened slightly, and she turned around to leave.

She was really careless today; she didn't expect Zheng Feng to be waiting for her at the gate so early...

"Aya, Aya, wait a minute, let me explain."

Seeing Wen Ya about to leave, Zheng Feng quickly stepped forward to stop her. After catching up with her, he grabbed her arm and said sincerely, "Aya, please listen to my explanation. I really know I was wrong..."

Wen Ya frowned, knowing that if the stalemate continued, it would definitely attract a lot of onlookers...

“Let’s go to that coffee shop across the street and talk there.” Wen Ya pointed to the coffee shop across the street, then shook off Zheng Feng’s hand and walked quickly forward.

Seeing that Wen Ya did not directly reject him, Zheng Feng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief... In his opinion, his wife had always been gentle and quiet, and as long as he was given a chance to explain, everything could be restored to normal.

……

"Xiaoya, I'm sorry. I was really in a rush that day. I've wanted to apologize to you for many days since then." Zheng Feng's attitude was sincere, and his tone was earnest, even giving the impression that he was about to cry.

“I’ve already sent my parents back to their hometown. They’re starting to realize the problem is with me… Let’s go home, okay? I’ll do whatever you say.”

Wenya's husband, who looked like a child who had done something wrong, unconsciously frowned.

Putting everything else aside, Zheng Feng's current energy and spirit gave her a very poor feeling... He even had a faint smell of smoke and alcohol on him, which made Wen Ya feel a little uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Wen Ya raised her cup, took a sip of coffee, and said softly, “The competition is about to start. Xiu Xiu and I have put a lot of effort into organizing this competition, and now I just want to see it go smoothly.” “I know, I know you care about this competition.” Zheng Feng quickly echoed, but before he could say anything else, Wen Ya’s voice rang out again.

"So I really don't have the mind to think about anything else right now. Let's deal with our issues after the competition."

Wenya's voice was gentle, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is fine, as long as you don't hate me..." Zheng Feng murmured, wanting to say something more, when he saw Wen Ya stand up.

"I have other things to do, so I'll leave now. I'll deal with this issue with you after the match."

After saying that, Wenya turned and left.

Watching Wen Ya's departing figure, Zheng Feng leaned back completely on the sofa, his expression somewhat blank.

Based on his understanding of Wenya, as long as Wenya didn't give a direct refusal, it meant there was still room for negotiation...

But for some reason, during his conversation with Wenya this time, he felt that something was missing from her eyes. Although her attitude towards him was polite, there seemed to be something missing in her eyes, as if...

Zheng Feng took a deep breath, not daring to think about it any further, and got up to walk towards the front desk payment counter.

……

As usual, Chen Yan went to bed at 11 o'clock sharp.

But this time, he had a very, very long dream.

In his dream, he lived a different kind of life—a life without a system.

……

After graduating from university, he went to work for an MCN agency... Although it sounds high-end and impressive, it was actually a makeshift operation with only twelve people, including the boss.

The job is simple: watch short videos, find some seemingly promising live streamers, and then send them private messages asking if they are interested in signing with an MCN.

Although this job is boring, it is not difficult and does not require 996 work schedule, which fits Chen Yan's philosophy of a relaxed life.

While lying down, he also gained a deep understanding of the MCN industry. After working for many years, he gave a subjective evaluation of the industry: parasites.

Aside from a few truly capable MCN agencies, 99% of the MCNs on the market are parasites clinging to streamers.

They use seemingly generous contracts, but in reality, to trap streamers, and then leave them alone.

If the other party succeeds, that organization can get a large share of the profits.

If the other party can't get up, then just leave her aside and let her fend for herself. But if she fails to meet the minimum live streaming requirements in the contract, then she can expect to lose money.

Can't take it anymore and want to terminate the contract? Sure, just pay the penalty.

The vast majority of MCN agencies derive their main profits from penalties for breach of contract.

As for some even more unscrupulous MCNs, they may even collaborate with cosmetic surgery institutions to induce streamers to undergo cosmetic procedures through various means... And once cosmetic procedures begin, they are essentially a bottomless pit.

MCNs can earn a substantial intermediary fee from this.

……

seven in the morning.

"Holy shit." Chen Yan suddenly sat up in bed, looked around blankly, and then finally came to his senses.

"Damn, I almost thought I'd actually worked as an MCN for five years." Chen Yan rubbed his face, once again feeling the power of the system.

This so-called "inspiration" actually led to five years of living a different life.

(End of this chapter)