The wild energy in the nightclub kept going until midnight. Even until Cheng Yiran left, the atmosphere would not calm down.

How would one describe that? That was a wonderful, ancient, and forceful performance which could touch the audience and cheer them up the most. One could tell how enthusiastic the audience was just like a metal bar on fire.

"Encore---Encore---Encore---Encore!" Cheng Yiran could hear the audience's support while sitting at the backstage...Their voice was so loud as if thousands of people were in the club.

Cheng Yiran sat alone, watching the light from the ceiling. His hands hung along the legs of the chair with a guitar lying on his legs.

The scenes and crazy fans flashed in his mind, which seemed to turn into part of the air, infecting his body and speeding up his blood. In his previous life, he had never a moment like this... where his whole body was ablaze while he got closer to his dream.

This was all because of a magic guitar. He lowered his head and touched the guitar on his legs carefully.

According to what the businessman said, the guitar could make the audience fall in love with the sound it makes. The businessman granted it a heartfelt power---after it was repaired.

Cheng Yiran wanted to share his unbelievable experience and happiness with his partner. But he saw an instant message when he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Meeting happily, parting merrily..." His heart turned cold, with his finger pointing at the first contact on his phone.

Tap---tap. Someone was knocking on the door. Cheng Yiran frowned and kept away the guitar while asking coldly, "Who?"

"Manager Dai!"

Creak.

Looking at the manager who was impolite to him before, Cheng Yiran frowned, "I will leave after sorting out my belongings. Don't worry, I won't trash your place." He understood this man clearly... although he had only signed one contact with him.

"Don't say that, I am not going to kick you out." Manager Dai entered into the room and smiled, "Cheng, I am very pleased with your performance tonight. Would you like to sign a long-term contract with us?"

"A long-term contract?" Cheng Yiran frowned.

Manager Dai continued, "Yes, many customers said that your music was so cool that they