From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 42: Memories That Do Not Belong

After a few more sentences, Grandfather Lan left Sian’s room with Lan Qisheng, leaving the poor teenager in a state of shock.

"General Lan, you arrived faster than I expected," Lan Qisheng said in a calm tone. The next moment, a loud slap echoed in the hallway.

General Lan smacked his grandson’s head and spoke in a displeased tone, "Does this old man not even deserve to hear the word ’Grandfather’ from you anymore, you insolent brat?"

"When you were speaking to Sian with such affection, I didn’t see you caring much about the grandparent-grandchild relationship. You didn’t even ask about my injuries."

"What could possibly have happened to you? I saw how that kid saved you. You’re perfectly fine—just some superficial wounds—and yet you dare to complain in front of me?" Grandfather Lan scoffed as he walked down the hospital’s long corridor.

"By the way, stay with that boy for now. Protect him in the coming days until I can resolve this issue."

"But, Grandfather, do you really think Sian is part of the organization?"

"He is. Do you doubt this old man’s judgment? Or do you think that child is a terrorist or something?"

"Impossible. He’s not—"

"Oh? You’re defending him now? In any case, stay with him and help him. He’s not a bad person, and he seems incredibly strong. I’m certain he hasn’t shown all his cards yet. The current situation isn’t great, and we may need his help in the future. So, act wisely," Grandfather Lan said, his gaze turning sharp and serious.

Lan Qisheng understood exactly what his grandfather meant. The underworld was in chaos, with conflicts and troubles rising everywhere. Over the past year, numerous mysterious incidents had occurred, particularly in City B, which had prompted the military to focus on that area. Even with all their precautions, a live-streamed kidnapping had taken place right before their eyes, and they were powerless to stop it. If it weren’t for his team—and more importantly, Sian’s assistance—the situation would have ended in a massacre.

Well, considering what Sian had done alone, it was already a massacre.

Recalling how those amber eyes had lost their light and how the delicate, beautiful boy had moved like an emotionless killing machine, Lan Qisheng felt his heart tighten. If what his grandfather said was true, then Sian had spent his entire life carrying out such actions—eliminating criminals and protecting people from the shadows. But who was there to protect him?

Lan Qisheng swore to stay by the teenager’s side and shield him from any harm.

"You brat! I’m talking to you! What kind of daydreams are running through that empty head of yours?!" Grandfather Lan’s sharp voice pulled him from his thoughts. The old man had been calling him for a full minute with no response.

"Sorry, Grandfather, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?"

After several more scoldings, Grandfather Lan continued walking alongside Lan Qisheng, discussing their plans to deal with the chaos caused by the live-streamed incident in the forest over the past two days.

***

Meanwhile, Sian lay back down, still deep in thought.

He hadn’t expected his identity to be mistaken for a member of a powerful secret organization affiliated with the government. But that was fine. At least it meant he wouldn’t end up in prison or be subjected to interrogation over the skills he had used during the live broadcast.

Speaking of the live broadcast, Sian was completely unaware of the impact and madness it had caused.

Before he started singing, there had been a flood of negative comments, mockery, and even people eagerly waiting to see him fail miserably, expecting him to be brutally killed for his ’terrible singing.’

But to everyone’s shock, the moment Sian’s voice rang out, it was as if an angel had descended from the heavens. It wasn’t just his voice—his instrumentals were flawless. Even renowned musicians acknowledged his extraordinary talent, praising his performance as utterly impeccable.

As for the lyrics? That didn’t even need to be discussed.

The song was simply a masterpiece.

After the police arrived and the live broadcast ended, everyone started searching for the original song and its singer, desperate to hear the full version. But no results came up.

And then, like a lightning bolt, a realization struck the fans—was this an original song written and composed by Sian himself? Impossible! Since when could he compose songs, let alone write and produce them?

The Sian they had seen during the past two days of the live broadcast was completely different from the one portrayed in entertainment news.

Where was the ’bad singer’? Where was the ’disgusting, immoral’ boy?

Well... Sian still had a sharp tongue, but to be honest, many viewers found this kind of beautiful, sharp-tongued man incredibly attractive and entertaining to watch.

Some keen observers started reviewing old reports and comparing them. Many realized that a significant portion of the negative scandals surrounding Sian had no actual evidence. It was obvious—someone had been deliberately tarnishing his reputation and sabotaging his career.

Of course, this didn’t erase his entire ’dark past,’ but at the very least, Sian was no longer regarded as the worst idol in the industry.

Not that he cared about his public image anyway.

The poor guy was just waiting to be discharged from the hospital so he could return to his simple, trouble-free life. A rural life? No, more like the life of an otaku—eating and sleeping 24 hours a day.

***

The moment Grandfather Lan and his grandson left, Sian fell asleep.

But he soon found himself being pulled into a long and tedious dream.

In the dream, he saw the same boy he had encountered in his previous dream in the forest. The moment he laid eyes on him, Sian knew—he was inside the memories of the real Sian, the original owner of this body.

The memories were extensive, beginning when Sian was about five or six years old.

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Erato-san has something to say:

Hi, dear angels, hope u don’t be mad for the short Chapters.

I reduced the words cause this way the price will be less.

Hope you like the book.

Your lovely author Erato(⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

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