Chapter One: One Year Surpasses Two and a Half.

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(Featuring an artificial intelligence golden finger, the protagonist has extremely low presence; this is not a system-based novel.)
(If you find it unsatisfactory, feel free to criticize me, but please don’t swipe away—right, Yanzu?)
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2015, Blue Star, Summer Country.
The plane departing from Heathrow Airport in London finally landed in the capital city.
After a long journey, most passengers were exhausted.
Only one handsome young man stood out, full of vigor and radiant energy.
He had been this way since boarding, and it had lasted throughout the flight.
His features were harmonious and well-defined, his facial contours gentle, and his eyes carried the proud sharpness of an eagle.
From the document in his hand, one could discern his name: Li Can, a returning student.
“Ah, it’s been so long since I saw the blue sky.”
“The sky of my homeland is the bluest of all!”
“So beautiful!”
Unable to wait any longer, Li Can hurried off the plane, taking a deep breath. Reminded of the ordeals he endured abroad, his eyes grew moist.
The distance from King’s College South Kensington to the Royal Academy of Music in Reed Pit—
It was hell and paradise.
From that moment on,
the wretched world lost one more orphan from the misty city,
and the soil of the homeland welcomed its not-quite-emperor.
Hearing these impassioned murmurs, a passing male passenger gave Li Can a strange look, sizing up the young man beside him, his mind filled with doubts.
[What a lunatic—pitch black late at night, what blue sky is he talking about?]
[Poor returning student, admirable for bringing knowledge home but leaving his mind behind.]
“Sss... the air is so sweet.”
The thought that he had finally escaped the culinary hell, no longer forced to eat those deadly, keto-level sugary treats, no longer enduring bizarre flavors, and no longer receiving gentle confessions from friends of every color, brought Li Can to tears.
I
do not wish to be bent.
Nor do I want diabetes...
Overcome with emotion, he even burst out in proper English that would take countless curries to master.
“Very good!”
“Ah!! Yes!”
“Come on!”
After venting, he exhaled deeply, ignoring the odd stares that occasionally came his way.
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Li Can felt his spirits lifting.
The life of a returning student was hard to describe, but fortunately, he wasn’t a typical one—he was a high-achieving student selected by the International Joint Training Program of the National Conservatory.
He stayed only for one academic year.
Having completed his studies perfectly, Li Can looked back on the past and suddenly understood the pain of exile.
Striding forward, cheerful, Li Can consulted silently,
“Xiao Ai, please summarize my exchange experience and give me a score.”
[Certainly, Mr. Li Can.]
A mechanical voice of artificial intelligence replied.
It quickly summarized the entire year.
[Compared to existing data, Mr. Li Can’s exchange experience far exceeds others: fighting, dueling with music, crashing parties—he left foreign students with a profound understanding of what it means to be from a true warrior nation. Unyielding, his responses to various challenges were powerful and imaginative. Comprehensive score: 248. This year equaled two and a half years’ effort of European prodigies, far above ordinary.]
“A solid 248—just two short of 250.”
Li Can chuckled.
Since awakening memories of his past life at age four, he had gained “Xiao Ai,” the golden finger standard for transmigrators.
Though it could only analyze personally inputted data, it had provided tremendous support.
In his previous life, he was a musical genius. To shortcut his new life, upon discovering that the cultural and entertainment background of this world was entirely different—and knowing nothing about science—Li Can naturally chose music.
Musicians don’t make a living easily.
Transmigrator?
Well, that’s all right then.
He tried to catch the winds of the era. With his talents, perhaps he could make a fortune in entertainment or the internet.
Of course, even as a transmigrator aided by artificial intelligence,
Li Can remained cautious, never arrogant.
Though the artistic and entertainment contexts differed, that didn’t mean there were no big players—recklessness would surely lead to disaster.
But... even when he was discreet and low-profile, classic musical pieces etched in his DNA would inevitably slip out during piano practice.
His speech would also drop references unintentionally.
Thus, Li Can gradually gave up on staying low-key, beginning to let himself go.
As expected, he had been called “eccentric genius” since childhood.
Guaranteed admission?
Too slow—better to speedrun.
Even though Summer Country’s advancement process was careful and slow...
He had just turned twenty, and was about to graduate as a master’s student from the National Conservatory, ranked second and striving for first in composition.
If the music major offered double degrees, he would have maxed out his certificates long ago—but it only allowed accumulation of knowledge and skill.
His mantra: learn more, ask more, deepen endlessly. When he had spare time, he ventured into adjacent disciplines, earnestly studying this world’s music, even though it was nearly identical to the last.
“Xiao Ai, I’m about to start my internship and graduation project. Based on my schedule, make a plan and select contingency options!”
As he spoke, Li Can organized his information and keywords.
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After thinking it over, he added,
“And also, compile entertainment industry precautions and development advice. The goal is to make money, but not dirty money.”
Artistic height is artistic height; money is money.
He’d never turned off his ambitions—if he didn’t go to the lucrative entertainment industry and earn a handful... what a waste that would be.
[Certainly, Mr. Li Can.]
Very soon!
In a flash,
Li Can’s upcoming tasks were neatly organized.
This mental memorandum was a godsend for procrastinators.
For his graduation project, arrangements between his thesis and personal concert, requirements, links, and issues needing advisor coordination—all meticulously planned, even including fault tolerance steps.
The entertainment industry overview and strategies were tidy and thorough, featuring analysis and predictions.
Based on years of input—news, gossip, comments, videos, photos, micro-expressions—Li Can had profiled some current celebrities.
Information gaps made it less accurate, but it was helpful enough to avoid detours.
Almost ready, Li Can’s ride was about to arrive at the reserved hotel.
After dropping off his luggage, Li Can excitedly ran through the streets, sampling food here and wandering there.
“Indeed, a world where everyone speaks Chinese is the best world!”
Returning from abroad, the language habits were hard to shake.
After going overseas, he spoke a mix of Chinese and gestures in English.
As he grew fluent and adapted...
Back home,
he began inserting English words into his Chinese.
It wasn’t that Li Can worshipped foreign ways—just a few bugs appearing during his brain’s CPU language algorithm switch.
“How much for the pancake roll?”
“Fifteen.”
“Great, give me one please.”
“?”
The vendor looked up in confusion at the young man who suddenly spouted bird language.
“Sorry, brother, just got back and not used to it yet...”
Li Can scratched his head, grinned, and took the pancake roll.
“So long... oh, bye-bye.”
“?”
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