After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Chapter 17 The Queen's Night Raid!

After five 10-pulls.

He finally calmed down, not because he didn't want to smoke anymore.

The system message reads: "Your reputation points are insufficient."

The total cost was 51 reputation points.

The results are as follows:

Thank you for your patronage. *51

"A purple luck card...hehe...a purple luck card..."

Lin Zhixing clutched his chest, on the verge of tears.

"Give me my money back! System, come out here! I want my money back! I want to file a complaint!"

He was cursing at the system when

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Suddenly, a dull banging sound came from outside the door.

Immediately following was the "click-click" sound of a key being inserted into the lock.

Lin Zhixing was taken aback, glanced at his phone—11:30. "Who is it? Breaking into the lock in the middle of the night? A thief?"

Although the security in his neighborhood is average, he's never heard of anyone so blatantly breaking into a house.

"Could it be that crazy woman Sister Zhang hired someone to get revenge on me?"

He grabbed a broom from behind the door for self-defense, carefully walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole. The motion-sensor light in the hallway was broken, and it was pitch black, so he couldn't see anything.

The banging on the door continued, and a muffled complaint could even be heard.

"Who's so blind...?"

Lin Zhixing suddenly flung open the door, raised a broom, and was about to teach the other person a lesson.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhixing felt everything go black.

A soft body, reeking of strong alcohol mixed with the scent of expensive perfume, collapsed directly into his arms.

Lin Zhixing subconsciously reached out to catch him, only to feel that the person in his arms was boneless, and the burning heat of his body was transmitted through the thin fabric.

"Hmm... why is the door open...?"

"Broken lock... You'll be in charge tomorrow..."

The woman murmured, her large sunglasses tilted to one side, revealing her exquisitely beautiful face, which was flushed.

Lin Zhixing looked at the woman in his arms, his mind in turmoil.

"Holy crap?"

"Ye Lan?!"

Just as he was lost in thought, Ye Lan in his arms seemed very dissatisfied with his stiffness. She frowned, struggled for a moment, pushed him away, and staggered into the house.

"It's hot...so hot..."

As she walked, she absentmindedly kicked off her high heels, revealing her beautiful feet clad in black stockings on the floor.

"Why isn't the air conditioning on... I need some water..."

She walked to the sofa, buried herself in it, and curled up into a ball.

Lin Zhixing closed the door, picked up the expensive black high heels and put them away. Looking at the woman on the sofa, his mind was full of questions.

If this gets photographed by paparazzi, Lin Zhixing has already come up with tomorrow's headline: "Shocking! Superstar spends the night at a student's house – is it a sign of twisted humanity or moral decay?"

Lin Zhixing leaned closer, patted her face, trying to wake her, and tentatively called out, "Sister Lan? Teacher Ye?"

"Shut up..." Ye Lan frowned, then gently slapped his chest with her backhand. "I want to sleep, kneel down and leave."

"Return me to the Empress? You've had too much to drink, you're quite dramatic."

I'm not Xiao Linzi!

Ye Lan groggily opened her eyes a crack, glanced at Lin Zhixing through her drunken eyes, and suddenly her expression changed, and she covered her mouth.

"No, no, no! Big sister! Don't throw up here! I just mopped the floor!"

Startled, Lin Zhixing scooped her up and sprinted into the bathroom.

"vomit--"

As soon as Ye Lan reached the toilet, she vomited violently.

After half an hour of fussing, Lin Zhixing felt even more tired than after a whole day of location shooting.

He tossed the cleaned-up Ye Lan onto his not-so-spacious single bed, looked at the Empress who was fast asleep, sprawled out on her back, and then at the mess in the bathroom, falling into deep thought.

"What a tragedy..."

Looking at the woman on the bed, breathtakingly beautiful even in her sleep, he suddenly realized:

"Wait... could this be the effect of the [Luck Enhancement Card]?"

"All my lottery draws came up empty-handed. Is it because I used up all my luck here?"

"Is this a stroke of good luck or a disaster in love?"

Seeing the unsuspecting diva, Lin Zhixing shook his head helplessly, covered her with a thin blanket, and resignedly picked up a mop and rag to clean up the mess.

After tidying up the house and opening the windows for ventilation, it was already three in the morning.

Lin Zhixing was so tired that his back ached, so he could only curl up on the small sofa that was only 1.2 meters wide, covered with a down jacket, and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

"Ring ring—"

The silence was shattered by the urgent ringing of a cell phone.

Ye Lan frowned, opened her eyes groggily, and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, instantly becoming half-awake.

She sat up abruptly and looked down at her clothes—thankfully, although they were wrinkled, she was still wearing them.

The call was connected.

"Sister Lan! My goodness! Where have you been?! The driver said you asked him to drop you off in the old town and then got off? I've been looking for you all night!"

"I......"

Ye Lan opened her mouth, looked around, and then she saw Lin Zhixing sitting on a chair next to her, who had also been woken up by his phone ringing.

"I'm at a friend's house. I'm fine, don't worry."

Ye Lan forced herself to remain calm and hung up the phone, then stared intently at Lin Zhixing.

"Lin Zhixing?!"

Ye Lan's voice instantly rose, "Why am I here? What did you do to me?"

Lin Zhixing rolled his eyes, almost fainting. "Big sister, can't you be reasonable? You were the one who used your key to pry open my door, insisting it was your house, and then you threw up all over me! If I hadn't reacted quickly, you would be sleeping in the stairwell!"

Ye Lan was stunned for a moment, and the fragmented memories slowly returned.

It seems... I really did drink myself into oblivion and had the driver take me to my old neighborhood where I used to live.

Ye Lan, realizing she was in the wrong, lost some of her momentum, but she couldn't let her diva persona crumble.

She rubbed her temples and ordered matter-of-factly, "Water, I want to drink water."

"..."

"Okay, you're the mentor, you're in charge."

Lin Zhixing resignedly went to pour himself a glass of warm water.

After Ye Lan finished drinking the water, her stomach growled again.

She glanced at Lin Zhixing. "I'm hungry."

"Huh?" Lin Zhixing didn't react.

"I said I'm hungry," Ye Lan said, looking at him with a straight face.

Lin Zhixing was speechless.

"We only have instant noodles at home, do you want some?"

"I don't eat this kind of junk food..."

Ye Lan frowned in disgust, but her stomach growled again.

Five minutes later.

The diva held a bowl of braised beef noodles and ate it with great relish, even drinking half of the soup.

"So-so." Ye Lan wiped her mouth, still wanting more. "Is this all you usually eat? No wonder you're so thin. You haven't eaten anything good, have you?"

"Teacher Ye, can we refrain from personal attacks?"

After eating and drinking her fill, Ye Lan sniffed herself again with disgust.

"My clothes are dirty and smell of alcohol. It's awful. Go buy me a set of women's clothes."

Lin Zhixing pointed to the pitch-black night outside the window, "Big sister, at five in the morning, which shopping mall is open?"

Do you have any clean clothes that you haven't worn?

Lin Zhixing had no choice but to rummage through his belongings and find his largest white T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which were still new and had never been worn.

"This is all I have, please make do with it."

Ye Lan glanced at the clothes, said nothing, and took them into the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Lin Zhixing sat outside, listening to the faint sounds coming from inside, feeling as if he were in a dream.

who am I? where am I?

Why would I listen to the diva taking a shower at 5 a.m.?

However, cough cough... Lin Zhixing felt a little itchy in his nose.

Forty minutes later.

Ye Lan came out.

Her long, wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing Lin Zhixing's oversized white T-shirt, revealing an astonishing curve in her chest.

She wore loose-fitting sweatpants that couldn't hide her perfect figure; her buttocks were taut, and her fair feet were clad in Lin Zhixing's slippers, with her pink and cute toes peeking out.

That innocent yet alluring charm almost made Lin Zhixing's nose bleed.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't look at what you shouldn't look at..." After staring at it for a minute, Lin Zhixing quickly turned his head away.

Ye Lan glanced at him, said nothing, but threw the dirty dress into Lin Zhixing's arms.

"It's been washed."

"Huh?" Lin Zhixing was dumbfounded. "This...this can't be washed with water, can it?"

"Just wash it, stop arguing." Ye Lan sat on the edge of the bed drying her hair, giving him a sidelong glance. "If you ruin it, it's on me. Also, dry it properly. My manager is coming to pick me up soon, and I can't go out in this."

Lin Zhixing had no choice but to resign himself to taking the dress into the bathroom and frantically scrubbing it with his hands.

After washing it, he took out a hairdryer and blew it vigorously at the dress.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of the hair dryer is monotonous and boring.

Ye Lan sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs crossed, watching Lin Zhixing's busy figure, a smile flashing in her eyes.

"Feed".

"What?" Lin Zhixing asked without turning his head.

"In the song 'The Lone Warrior,' you handled the breathing points in the chorus too abruptly," Ye Lan suddenly said.

Ye Lan continued, "Your vocal quality is actually average, and your technique is okay, but your vocal placement is too far back, which causes a tearing quality in your high notes. Although this tearing quality is a characteristic of rock music, it is a major flaw in expressing delicate emotions."

"You should try to raise the resonance point higher, using head resonance..."

With the hot air from the hairdryer, Ye Lan began giving Lin Zhixing a private lesson.

From breath control to emotional progression, from stage performance to song selection logic, every word he spoke benefited Lin Zhixing greatly.

This is a masterclass that no amount of money can buy.

Lin Zhixing listened attentively, nodding from time to time, and even forgot that he was holding a hair dryer.

He discovered that although Ye Lan had a bad temper, a sharp tongue, and was troublesome, she was truly professional and unreserved when it came to music.

Half an hour later.

The clothes are finally dry.

Car horns could be heard coming from downstairs.

"My agent has arrived."

Ye Lan went to the bathroom to change back into her own clothes, put her sunglasses back on, and resumed her aloof diva persona.

She stopped at the door.

"What happened tonight..."

"I know, but I'll keep it to myself," Lin Zhixing said understandingly.

Ye Lan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. She took out a business card from her bag, wrote an address on it, and patted it on Lin Zhixing's chest.

"Come to this address tomorrow at 2 PM. This is my private music studio."

Ye Lan looked at him through her sunglasses with a half-smile.

"Your basics are okay, but you have quite a few flaws. Come see me tomorrow at 2 PM. I'll help you correct those bad habits. The next match is a team battle, and I don't want my students to embarrass me."

Then, she pushed open the door, said, "Remember, don't be late," and left without looking back.

"Bang."