The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Seeing the suit that Xiao Ye had prepared for her, Su Ran put it on without any hesitation.

The suit's sharp and dashing style perfectly balances out the refined look of the individual, preventing the overall appearance from being overly glamorous.

But Su Ran forgot.

She is 1.76 meters tall, has short, casual hair, and an alluring body.

With the help of the slimming pills, her figure not only has a devilish curve, but also subtly reveals a sense of power.

Her shoulders weren't narrow like those of a typical slender woman; instead, they were of moderate width, perfectly accentuating her long neck. When the shoulder blades of her suit were pushed up, she exuded a dashing and noble air.

pat-

Shiny leather shoes peeked out from the fitting room.

With slender fingertips, she lifted the curtain and stepped out.

Those abstinent hands were still adjusting his bow tie, and his face, adorned with a black butterfly mask, turned towards Xiao Ye beside him.

"Sorry, I don't know how. Could you help me tie my bow tie?"

After struggling for a while, her fingers were almost tied in knots.

Seeing that she hadn't received a response after talking for a while, she couldn't help but look up at the stylist.

Her face was flushed, and a puff of smoke was coming out of her ears.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" She raised her hand to touch her forehead.

The stylist's face turned even redder, as if it were ripe.

"You have a fever, you should take a sick day." The temperature on your forehead is quite high, probably close to 40 degrees Celsius.

When stylist Xiao Ye was touched, she felt as if fireworks were exploding in her mind. When she looked at the mask that Su Ran brought close when he lowered his head, she felt as if her heart had stopped beating and she could smell a pleasant fragrance.

Then, with a tilt of her head, she happily fainted in Su Ran's arms.

"Xiao Ye, what's wrong?"

Su Ran quickly picked up Xiao Ye and rushed out of the dressing room, running towards the medical team.

"Doctor! Someone come quick! A staff member here has collapsed with a fever!"

She held Xiao Ye in her arms, feeling an unusual quietness around her.

Looking around, she realized that everyone around her was staring at her intently.

"What are you looking at? Can't you see the person is unconscious?" Su Ran said angrily.

Only then did someone take stylist Xiao Ye from Su Ran's arms and place her on the hospital bed for a physical examination.

The doctor looked at the thermometer with a somewhat speechless expression.

"That's normal, why won't you wake up?"

At this moment, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor came to take their pulse.

"He fainted from excessive excitement. It's okay, he'll wake up on his own in a bit."

Su Ran had already been called away by the director by this time.

The competition is about to start in half an hour. I need to be careful of the director. If he asks me to sing again, I'll kill him!

Recently, Zhong Jue has been sending her all sorts of invitations, but she has turned down all the ones that require socializing and only accepted some invitations related to singing.

But now is not the right time to showcase herself on stage. She is no longer a contestant and wants to leave more exposure opportunities for those who have dreams.

"Woooooooo..."

Who is crying?

"I know my voice is terrible, hoarse, and tone-deaf. Does that mean tone-deaf people don't even have the right to write songs?"

The sound was coming from the fire escape.

“The singers on the show all rejected the songs I wrote. I’m someone who hasn’t even made a name for myself in the music industry. Everyone thinks I’m just playing around.”

The voice sounded like someone was crying out to another person.

"If no one sings it, I'll burn this song! Waaah, I even did the arrangement myself, it breaks my heart. I'll never write songs for anyone again, nobody likes them."

The fingertips, close to the fire door, arrived leisurely and paused there.

Should we go in or not?

The director said the front door was broken and under repair, and told her to go down through the fire escape.

But she was crying inside, isn't it a bad idea for her to just barge in like that?

Just then, the door was pulled open from the inside, revealing a chubby little face covered in tears.

She was stunned when she saw Su Ran.

Then, an eager gaze immediately followed!

"Teacher Guiyin, I never expected to meet you here! I'm your biggest fan!!"

She lunged forward, and Su Ran almost lost her footing, but luckily she had a stable stance and caught the chubby little guy who was two heads shorter than her.

Su Ran still dotes on her fans. She can't treat people who genuinely like her with indifference. It is precisely because of their popularity that she has undergone such a dramatic change.

"Thank you, wipe your tears." Su Ran reached into her pocket for a tissue, only to realize that she was wearing brand new clothes and had nothing in her pockets.

Unexpectedly, the little fan in front of me had tears in her eyes.

"Waaaaah, Teacher Guiyin is so kind, thank you Teacher Guiyin, I'm sorry I can't control my tears."

Su Ran knew this feeling. She was clearly wronged, but she tried her best not to cry. However, as soon as someone comforted her, her eyes would start to rain.

All she could do at that moment was wait for the other person to calm down.

The little fan finally stopped sobbing, and with a round, chubby face, mustered up the courage to say, "Teacher Guiyin, I really like all your songs, and I also really like writing songs, but nobody thinks I'm good enough. Teacher Guiyin, could you take a look at the lyrics I wrote? I want to know what the problem is."

Little Fatty gripped the sheet of paper covered in lyrics tightly in his hand, but still didn't have the courage to hand it over.

Su Ran smiled slightly, gently took the money from her hand, and began to examine it carefully.

Upon closer inspection, I was quite shocked.

This is clearly a very good song with great lyrics, so why is no one optimistic about it?

"Teacher Guiyin, what do you think?"

“Very good, very good,” she replied without hesitation.

"Really? There's background music here too, why don't you listen to it?" The little fan took out her headphones.

Su Ran hesitated for a moment, but still put it on.

As the melody played, Su Ran realized that this was an extremely rare and wonderful song. How could anyone give up on it?

"Teacher Ghost Voice, do you remember the lyrics and background music?" the little fan asked, taking off her headphones.

"I've got it, great job." Su Ran has always been quick at memorizing lyrics and rhythms, almost able to read ten lines at a glance and remember everything she hears. When she was a contestant, she collaborated with the band on the show, and everyone was amazed by her talent.

"But why are they all unwilling to sing?"

"You can try again, someone will sing."

"I've tried, but none of them worked." She suddenly looked at Su Ran with hopeful eyes. "Teacher Guiyin, why don't you sing it for me and fulfill my wish as a little fan?"

“No,” she refused.

"Just this one song. I'll never write another song again." She lowered her head sadly, tears streaming down her face.

Su Ran pursed her lips, pondered for a while, and then said:

“Okay, I’ll sing it in my private live stream.” She patted her little fan’s head, her voice gentle and melodious. “If I sing it, don’t give up on writing songs. Perseverance is the most important talent, and you’re no worse than anyone else.”

"Teacher Guiyin!!" The little fan's eyes were filled with tears, but this time they were tears of guilt.

Su Ran never expected that the longest road she would ever walk would be through Director Yu's schemes!

When she appeared on stage with the lyrics given to her by a young fan.

Snap—the familiar spotlight shines overhead again.

"Please welcome Ghost Voice to perform 'Always Quiet,' a song specially composed for her by Teacher Pei Yuan!"

The background music played by a young fan started playing on the stage.

Meanwhile, the light boards holding up signs that read "Ghost Sound" below the stage formed a blue ocean.

Upon seeing Su Ran, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing a black butterfly mask, their screams became even more heart-wrenching.

They actually saw a sense of asceticism unique to urban elites in a girl!

Only Director Yu showed a triumphant smile.

Now, even if he didn't want to sing, he would have to.

Su Ran could have easily turned her back on the stage and left, but the enthusiasm of the crowd below touched her deeply.

Although she mentally cursed Yu Duoduo countless times, she still reluctantly picked up the microphone.

I feel a slight rubbing sensation around my neck; it's because I wanted the stylist to tie the bow tie, but they didn't have time to do so properly.

Fine, I'll just pull it out.

Su Ran was unaware that the moment she ripped off her tie with one hand, the entire live stream went wild.

[Honey!!! I'll tie your tie for you! I'll tie it for you!!!]

【Tie my hands with a tie! Lock me up! I'll be good and won't move!】

Which brand of ties? Order now! I want to buy a dozen or so to keep at home; I want my husband's ties to be wrapped around me every day!

[Where's the stylist in the group chat? Why isn't she saying anything? Why is my husband's tie loose? What did you do to my husband?]

[Honey, why aren't you saying anything? Is this tie just for me, or do all your other wives get one? Honey, answer me!]

Damn, I really want to grab my husband's tie and pull his masked face closer to mine, so I can...

[Shut upstairs!!]