Chарtеr 2: Веttеr Lаte Thаn Nеvеr! I’m Yоur Idiоt Assistant Xiао Bi
“Hеre I am~ Маstеr, is thеrе аnything Хiао Bi сan hеlp yоu with?” Suddеnly, а cutе еlеctrоniс voiсе rаng оut in Luо Qingхu’s mind.
“Shа Bi Shа Bi?” Luо Qingхu called out unсertаinly intо thе аir, hеr voicе filled with cоnfusiоn аnd а hint of lаughter.
“I’m hеre~ I’m Xiао Вi, hоw сan I аssist you?”
“Hаhаhаhа~ Sо it’s called Хiао Bi. I thоught it was rеally саllеd Shа Bi.” Luo Qingхu huggеd her blankеt, rolling arоund with jоу.
“Хiaо Вi Xiao Bi~ Hello!””Мastеr~ Неllо tо yоu too~ Mаy еverу daу of yours be filled with sunshine.”
“Xiao Bi Xiao Bi~ Tree New Bee.””Xiao Bi Xiao Bi~ Tell me a joke.””Xiao Bi Xiao Bi…”
For a moment, Luo Qingxu played around with Xiao Bi and discovered that Xiao Bi answered every question without fail. It wasn’t exactly the same as the voice assistants from her previous life, but its level of idiocy was pretty much indistinguishable.
“Xiao Bi Xiao Bi~ Recommend some Chinese-style repertoire.” After pondering for a long time and going through rounds of internal struggle, Luo Qingxu finally managed to say these words.
“Okay, Xiao Bi will now recommend some beautiful Chinese-style repertoire for Master. Let’s work together to inherit and promote the treasures of Shenzhou music.”
Hearing Xiao Bi’s words, Luo Qingxu’s eyes instantly welled up with tears. So, in this world, she wasn’t alone after all—she still had music to accompany her.
After arriving in this world, a bewildered Luo Qingxu was eager to understand it, so she began searching online for information about its culture, history, and environment. She confirmed that this was a world vastly different from her previous life, especially in modern times.
While searching through the music library, she also discovered that music in this world wasn’t as prosperous as in her previous life. Many of humanity’s musical treasures had been lost during the great wars. Most of the melodies and popular songs that were widely circulated in her previous life couldn’t be found here, let alone the later flourishing of diverse musical styles.
At that moment, Luo Qingxu felt a surge of joy. As a mini Shenzhou music library (scratch that) bathroom karaoke queen, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake to become a song transporter?
However, the Shenzhou music library was the result of countless Chinese musicians’ hard work and dedication. The idea of becoming a music transporter made Luo Qingxu deeply uneasy, as it felt like a desecration of Shenzhou music’s precious achievements. She firmly believed that respecting originality and cherishing every creation was the deepest form of reverence for Shenzhou music culture.
“Yes, Master, let’s work together to let Shenzhou music lead Chinese civilization toward a glorious chapter.”
That’s right. Besides music, she also had this artificial idiot assistant Xiao Bi, who had traveled through time and space with her. So, let the Chinese compatriots witness the charm of Shenzhou music.
After giving herself a pep talk, Luo Qingxu focused intently on examining the Chinese-style repertoire playlist that Xiao Bi had meticulously presented in her mind. She carefully screened each song.
Each one was so captivating, each song brimming with unique emotions and stories. Faced with such a rich selection, Luo Qingxu suffered from choice paralysis. She couldn’t bear to miss any of them and truly wished every song could spread throughout China.
“Alright~ I’ve decided on you for the debut stage.”
In the end, after much deliberation, Luo Qingxu chose this song—”Divination”—which blends traditional Chinese cultural elements with modern pop music, expressing the sorrows and joys of love and the melancholy of parting.Back in the days of rebellious youth, humming tunes under my breath, playing games of “guess if I’ll guess,” even my gaze followed the boy in my heart, reminiscing about those tender and beautiful years of youthful innocence.
“So who should perform this song?” Indeed, Luo Qingxu had no intention of taking the stage herself.
Fortunately, the core focus of the National Style Grand Prize program was on the creative process itself. Its purpose was to discover and nurture a new generation of creative talents, providing them with a platform to showcase their abilities and ideas. It did not require the composers themselves to sing; they could enlist external help for vocals.
Thus, some contestants on the program, aiming to build their image as singer-songwriters, chose to perform their own songs. Others, limited by their own abilities, opted for external vocalists. At the same time, some contestants from major companies took shortcuts by inviting long-established singers to assist, leveraging the singers’ influence to garner votes and advance.
“Professional matters should be left to professionals.”
So, Luo Qingxu picked up her phone, removed the familiar number from the blacklist, and nervously pressed the green call button.
“Luo Qingxu, you little brat, you’ve got some nerve, huh? Making decisions on your own and even daring to block me…”
The moment the call connected, Luo Qingxu, with foresight, held the phone far from her ear. Sure enough, the roaring voice of her agent, Fei Jiajun, came through.
“Aunt Jun, please calm down, I really know I was wrong~ Help me find a…”
“Calm down? Why don’t you just poke a hole in the sky while you’re at it…”
Before she could finish, Fei Jiajun launched into another round of scolding. Even though those messes were caused by the “old Luo Qingxu,” the current Luo Qingxu had no choice but to endure it, obediently admitting her mistakes and taking the blame.
As a casual “singer,” Luo Qingxu had a talent agency and an agent.
Back when “Luo Qingxu” insisted on entering the entertainment industry to become a singer, the Luo family arranged for her to join Luo Shen Media, a subsidiary of the Luo Group.
They also assigned Fei Jiajun, the top agent and close friend of Luo Qingxu’s mother, Ming Yayu, as well as the chief agent for her elder sister Luo Qinghuan, to be Luo Qingxu’s agent.
And then… then Luo Qingxu, the child Fei Jiajun had watched grow up, became the Waterloo of her career.
Although Luo Qingxu had the powerful backing of the Luo Group, singing required talent—something she truly lacked…
Thus, Fei Jiajun’s only requirement for “Luo Qingxu” was obedience. If she liked singing, she could sing, even if it sounded terrible.
After all, with the halo of the Luo family and proper guidance of public opinion, aside from occasionally asking for resources for her so-called ex-boyfriend, she hadn’t caused any major disasters.
Recently, spurred by her ex-boyfriend’s publicity stunt with his rival, “Luo Qingxu” had gone live on stream to confront netizens without permission.
She also bypassed her agent Fei Jiajun to sign up for the National Style Grand Prize, then blocked Fei Jiajun, and a series of other reckless actions that left Fei Jiajun on the verge of needing emergency heart pills.
After thoroughly scolding Luo Qingxu for half an hour, Fei Jiajun finally felt her anger subside. She immediately put on the demeanor of a top agent, took a deep breath to calm herself, ensuring she was still the amiable Aunt Jun, before asking, “Alright, what do you need from me?”