On the eve of the Spring Festival, the pick-up gate at Vienna Airport.

Yu Nian was carrying a small suitcase. When he looked up, he saw several relatives coming to pick up him and his sister.

When the relatives saw him, they hurriedly came up to him with a smile and took the suitcase from his hand, with a nervous look on their faces for fear that his hands would be tired: "How can the hands of every year in our family be used to carry the suitcase!"

The younger sister on the side rolled her eyes, dissatisfied: "You can help me lift it too."

The young man was surrounded and put into the car like a star over the moon. The passers-by looked at the careful and protective expressions of these elders and were stunned for a moment, and then started to murmur.

"Who is that young man who makes you so nervous?"

"You don't even know about him? Yu Nian! He's so awesome."

"How to say?"

"His father is the concertmaster of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, and his mother is a soprano, a national treasure!"

"More than that." Someone next to him added, "His grandparents are Hanlin bachelors, and his grandparents are great calligraphers and masters in painting!"

"Oh! So where is he?"

"He himself, tsk tsk, is better than his master. He has learned everything from his elders."

"Why do you think he came to Vienna? He was invited to perform a New Year's recital in the Golden Hall. Don't be nervous and protect your hands."

In the car, my sister held a book in her hand and poked Yu Nian on the arm: "Brother, the supporting character in this book has the same name as you."

"But he is a little cannon fodder, hahaha, with a vase-shaped character and outrageous food."

His sister opened up the chatterbox and kept telling him the tragic life of the depressed man in the book.

The elder on the side smiled affectionately and said: "Don't make trouble with your brother. Hey, Nian Nian, after this performance is over, do you have any plans for next year?"

Yu Nian thought for a moment and raised his eyelashes: "I want to play extreme sports, rock climbing, downhill, etc."

Several people looked at each other, thinking he was joking: "Haha, this, this is too much, what should I do if I hurt my hand?"

Yu Nian smiled and said nothing more.

"Why can't this be done? How can it be done with such a simple thing?"

"I've been taught the same virtue after being taught it so many times. Even the dog raised by the company knows it!"

"Can you do it, Yu Nian?!"

The voice teacher's furious voice echoed.

Low laughter came from all around.

Yu Nian's eyes darkened first.

He had just been in the car heading to his residence in Vienna. He had just closed his eyes to concentrate, and the surrounding environment and faces had become completely unfamiliar.

The young man's eyes swept around, seeing the blazing sunshine coming in from the window, and hearing the chirping of cicadas that even the soundproof glass couldn't block, indicating that it was midsummer.

The air-conditioning in the room is very good, and the logo on the wall is Orange Entertainment.

The teacher saw him like this and became even more angry.

I had an attitude before, but now I don’t even have an attitude!

"Teacher, don't be too strict. Yu is growing up well. It's enough to have a good face!"

"With a face like that, who would have the heart to work hard, curl their fingers and smile, and have no resources? We can't envy you."

Echoes of ridicule echoed around him.

When the young people in the practice room looked at Yu Nian standing in front of the window, the jealousy in their eyes could not be concealed, and the words coming out of their mouths became even more harsh.

He has a very bright and beautiful appearance, with a tear mole dotted at the end of his eye.

Standing in front of the blinds, the scorching sunlight filtered through, leaving distinct lines of light and shadow on his body.

He is indeed a good-looking person who can’t be envied.

This scene seems a bit familiar.

Soon, Yu Nian realized where this sense of familiarity came from. The book his sister was reading——

She kept talking about how the cannon fodder in the vase with the same name as her brother was a tragedy and how she deserved it.

In the blink of an eye, he was dressed as him.

After understanding what was going on, Yu Nian raised his head.

Everyone found that there was no anger or shame on his face as expected, he just stood there quietly, his eyes scanning lightly.

This made everyone feel inexplicably ashamed of being ignored.

"You are really thick-skinned." Someone couldn't help but mutter.

At this time, the door of the practice room knocked from outside. The vocal teacher raised his hand to silence everyone, raised his chin towards the boy closest to the door, and motioned for him to open the door.

After the door opened, a man in his late forties walked in.

Everyone greeted enthusiastically: "Brother Liu."

This is Liu Chuan, a senior agent from Orange Entertainment.

Liu Chuan nodded, glanced around, and landed on Yu Nian: "Yu Nian, come out for a moment." After that, he turned and left.

This time, everyone looked at Yu Nian with even more sour eyes.

When he was found out by Liu Chuan during training, he must have some work arrangements.

They are all confused, but with that face, Yu Nian has a slightly better chance than them.

Yu Nian walked towards the door.

When he reached the door, he stopped, turned slightly sideways and looked at everyone, with a smile on his lips.

He has a pair of peach blossom eyes, and a small mole is dotted under the upturned eyes, like the most carefully applied ink. When he smiles like this, it can make people's hearts skip a beat.

"Everyone practice slowly." The voice was quiet, but anyone could hear the sarcasm and coldness in it.

Yu Nian dropped these words and closed the door.

"Damn! What is he so proud of!"

There was a faint angry voice from the other side of the door.

The smile on Yu Nian's face faded and he walked to Liu Chuan's office.

When I entered, I knocked politely on the open door.

"Here?" Liu Chuan lit a cigarette, looked him up and down, and pointed to the sofa opposite, "Come in and sit down."

Yu Nian closed the door and sat on the sofa.

Liu Chuan likes to be arty and has symphony music playing in his office all year round.

What is playing at this time is Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny".

The melody is low and sonorous.

Liu Chuan blew out a smoke ring, half-leaned in front of his desk, and looked down at him: "You were scolded by the teacher again just now?"

When he said this, he emphasized the word "again" with a hint of joking and contempt in his voice.

Yu Nian only roughly understood the plot from his sister, and did not know what point in the book it was now, so he chose to remain silent.

Liu Chuan didn't pay attention, dusted off his cigarette, and said calmly: "I've been practicing for more than a year and I still haven't made any progress."

After all, the original character is a vase.

The book my sister read was called "Forced Love by Domineering CEOs". The protagonist in the book is innocent, cute, and highly capable in business. She works hand in hand with her CEO husband and finally reaches the top of the entertainment industry.

And every qualified protagonist needs a cannon fodder to accompany him. In the book, Yu Nian is that little cannon fodder.

He has a gaudy appearance, is dull and boring, is self-degenerate, and is a vase to an outrageous degree.

The singing is out of tune, the dancing is stiff, the writing is crooked, and the drawing is like a child's graffiti.

Everything must be the opposite of the protagonist, and it is the fate of a cannon fodder to form a sharp contrast.

When Yu Nian recalled the plot, he could feel that his artistic talent had been stripped away.

With the strange passage through the book, those spiritual arts seemed to be completely separated from his soul, with no trace left.

From the moment you walk through the book, the rules in the book come into effect.

These four words "Vase Figure Design" are like an edict issued by fate.

Liu Chuan looked at Yu Nian and saw that he had been taking care of him for more than a year since his debut.

I did some small jobs, I took some commercial jobs, and I also played one or two roles in dramas.

It’s just that there has never been much splash, and the reviews are not very good.

Not to mention reaching the center of the earth, it is almost reaching the sea level - who told Yunian that his business ability is really ridiculous?

The only thing that can be used is this face.

Liu Chuan took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and stared at Yu Nian's face through the swirling smoke.
To be continued...