The man of scumbag Gulnazar

One morning in July 2011, Qin Tian suddenly jumped out of bed, looked around at the furnishings of his home, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Oh my god, have I traveled through time?"

As a seasoned bookworm, he had naturally seen time-travel plots in novels many times, so he wasn't too flustered.

Qin Tian calmly opened the calendar and confirmed the date—2011. Yes, he had indeed returned to the time after the middle school entrance examination.

"My name is Qin Tian, ​​and I'm a struggling singer." Qin Tian muttered to himself. Back in 2024 on the Douyin platform, he barely made ends meet by producing various popular online songs and editing meme songs.

Back then, we had to be constantly on guard against copyright infringement and other troublesome issues, since the national copyright system was already quite strict after 24 years.

Life is just like that, not the best, but not the worst either. If you have a lot of followers, you might consider selling your account or selling products online. It's all for a few coins.

His thoughts drifted back to the present, and Qin Tian pondered, "If I remember correctly, it should have been around the time the high school entrance exam ended this year. I remember my grades weren't very good, so I just ate and slept all day long. Maybe I slept so much that I ended up time-traveling. Sigh, what a pity. Although I was admitted to a top high school, I didn't adjust my mindset properly."

"Why sleep so much in life? You'll sleep forever after you die!" Qin Tian muttered to himself, almost laughing out loud.

In his previous life, Qin Tian didn't have any great talent. He just honestly went to university, and his singing was only slightly better than what you'd hear in karaoke.

As for music, it's purely out of hobby; I even paid for classes myself during college.

Later, the internet age arrived, and he taught himself video editing. That was all the skills Qin Tian possessed. "Sigh, it seems that if I want to succeed, I'll have to find a way through singing!"

Qin Tian quickly sorted through his memory. If he remembered correctly, next year would be 2012, the year the phenomenal "The Voice of China" program began. In the early stages of the first season, no one knew how the ratings would be, so it was relatively fair.

After a few episodes, the show became incredibly popular. Later, various behind-the-scenes scandals surfaced, and the show's quality plummeted. But it didn't matter; he planned to participate in the show, figuring he could make a name for himself using songs from later generations.

Of course, there were still some worries. Qin Tian looked down at himself. Although he was already 1.77 meters tall when he graduated from junior high school, he was still only 17 years old.

Qin Tian pondered, "How do I explain that I can play music? How do I get on the show? Everything is so complicated!"

Just as he was deep in thought, a sudden "clang" interrupted his thoughts.

My mother pushed open the door and said with concern, "Son, you're awake? Don't sleep all day. If you don't do well on the exam, we can do other things. If you don't do well on the middle school exam, there's always the college entrance exam!"

"If that doesn't work, Mom will give you some money. Go on a tour. Your sister is with a tour group, so I feel at ease." Mom said, her eyes full of care and love.

Looking at his mother's face, which seemed to have become more than ten years younger, Qin Tian couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "So young, it's really something to be envied!"

"Mom, I'd like to sign up for a guitar class. Staying at home all the time is getting boring," Qin Tian suggested.

His mother looked at Qin Tian suspiciously: "Does our family have any musical talent?"

Qin Tian thought to himself, "Mom still gets straight to the point." But he said aloud, "It's good to cultivate a hobby. Anyway, there's no homework this summer, so we have to find something to do."

My mom thought about it for a moment and reluctantly agreed: "Alright, then go ahead and sign up. Do you need to buy a guitar too? I hope you're not just having a passing fancy."

So, Qin Tian enrolled in an art school near his home. Actually, Qin Tian knew a little bit about these things. After graduating from university in his previous life, Qin Tian went to work in another city alone and cultivated many hobbies in his spare time. Although he couldn't be said to be an expert, he was more than capable of handling them.

The main purpose of this training was to increase the persuasiveness of my songwriting; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain if I suddenly found myself writing songs. Fortunately, Qin Tian has always been clear about his goals, and once he makes a decision, he will go all out.

Besides guitar, Qin Tian also learned music arrangement, and even learned to transcribe music based on some experience from his previous life. His music teachers were amazed, thinking Qin Tian was a musical genius.

Qin Tian secretly gloated, "I've transmigrated and been reborn. If I don't copy down a few songs, wouldn't my life be incomplete?" So, Qin Tian picked up his notebook and began to write down the songs he was familiar with from his previous life.

Fortunately, Qin Tian is a singer and is quite familiar with these songs; otherwise, he might not have remembered them so clearly. Qin Tian decided to copy songs from 13 onwards, since this year is 11, and he didn't want to accidentally infringe on copyrights, which would be embarrassing.

Qin Tian went through his list of classic songs from 13 years later, including "The Hill," "Ugly Monster," "Accident," "How Do You Still Have Me," "He Doesn't Understand," "Cultivating Love," and so on—the list was endless. Qin Tian registered the copyrights for all the songs that were suitable for his age and that he could sing, feeling like a music tycoon.

School started soon. Qin Tian attended school during the week and went to music lessons on weekends, waiting for news about next year's "The Voice of China" so he could sign up. However, a problem arose: his age was a major issue.

Qin Tian will be 18 next year, but there are many songs he can't sing, and if he sings them inappropriately for his age, he will be suspected of plagiarism.

Moreover, Qin Tian needs to save money to record songs; he can't keep asking his family for money.

Qin Tian really wanted to slap himself right then and there. Why hadn't he paid attention to the lottery in his past life? If he had remembered the winning numbers, wouldn't he have become rich? Now, he had a bellyful of ideas, but no money to realize them. It was truly a case of a clever cook not being able to cook without rice.

"I can only save money through living expenses and the hourly jobs I do, and I have to keep it from my family. After all, we're just an ordinary family. Developing a hobby is fine, but spending tens of thousands of yuan to record a song just doesn't make sense. I need to think of a way to make money." Qin Tian thought to himself.

Winter vacation arrived in the blink of an eye, and Qin Tian was about to turn 18. Qin Tian started thinking about what song to sing. Was singing "Manual of Youth" by three little boys too easy? Would any teacher turn around?

Singing "The Fleeting Years" wouldn't be appropriate either, wouldn't that be considered puppy love? Later, Qin Tian flipped through his notebook and decided to sing "Wukong." This song has nothing to do with love, it's a bit difficult to sing, and the inspiration is easy to explain.

Qin Tian asked his music teacher for a recording studio recommendation; it cost 300 yuan an hour. Qin Tian first composed a simple piece of music, then recorded a demo and saved it to a USB drive. This recording session essentially emptied Qin Tian's New Year's money.

During the Chinese New Year, Qin Tian discussed learning singing techniques with his mother again. At first, his mother disagreed, but after Qin Tian sang and played "Wukong" on his guitar—

"The moon splashes across the Milky Way, the road stretches on endlessly, the smoke and dust have dissipated, and a solitary shadow remains..."

"Who made me so skilled, who made me torn between love and hate..."

Towards the end of the song, Qin Tian was heartbroken.

My parents were also very surprised. They never expected that Qin Tian could write songs, and that they were actually quite good.

So they agreed and, imperceptibly, accepted Qin Tian's idea of ​​developing his artistic career.

Although they still felt that going to university was the only way out and that playing music wouldn't last, Qin Tian's academic performance was decent, so they let him be.

During his spare time from studying, Qin Tian secretly went to an internet cafe and saw the news about the casting of Yu Ji in "The Last Supper," with Dilraba Dilmurat and Gulnazar both participating. Seeing Gulnazar, Qin Tian felt a pang of heartache.

In his past life, Qin Tian was a loser. If you asked him about his favorite celebrities, he'd just like any beautiful woman. From the great Tang Dynasty poet to the three beauties of Xinjiang, plus Zhao Liying, they practically accompanied Qin Tian throughout his youth.

Counting further back, there are Gao Yuanyuan, Fan Bingbing, Zeng Li—there's not one Qin Tian doesn't like. Qin Tian himself is surprised; how can someone born in the 95s like celebrities who are so much older?

If I had to pick my favorite female celebrities, it would be Guli Nazha and Yang Mi. She's also the most regrettable; she seems to attract bad men, maybe it's related to her name. Nazha's men are synonymous with scumbags. But even so, she's still Qin Tian's favorite celebrity.

As for Mr. Yang, he was already married at this time, so let's not dwell on that.

Qin Tian thought to himself, "I didn't have the ability in my previous life, and I don't know if I can catch up with her before she encounters a scumbag in this life, and keep her away from other scumbags (of course, it would be even better if she could stay closer to me, this 'scumbag')."

"I need to prepare well for the voice competition!" Qin Tian secretly made up his mind.