What Should I Do if My Best Friend Is a Green Tea? [Transmigrated Into a Book]

【Ahhh! My ears are having a feast!】

【I'm hooked right from the start! This voice is just amazing!】

【Such a great voice, it's a crime if she doesn't become famous!】

【Is there such a talented idol performing today? I didn't notice before!】

After a moment of silence, the barrage on the screen erupted like a volcanic eruption, densely covering the singing girl on the screen. But when the audience turned off the barrage and took a closer look - this girl was wearing the performance costume of LMN!

【A member of LMN? Why haven't I seen her before?】

【Am I having amnesia? I watched all of LMN's solo performances just now, and I don't remember this girl at all!】

【I counted. There are 9 members in LMN. 8 of them have performed just now. This girl is the last one!】

After learning the truth, the audience in the live - stream room all involuntarily put on their headphones, wanting to hear Han Shu's singing more clearly.

The audience at the concert site did the same.

Although Han Shu was just singing a cappella without any accompaniment, her humming seemed to have its own accompaniment, with a melodious and gentle rhythm.

After singing the chorus part, a section of the song ended.

Due to the lack of accompaniment, the scene was deathly quiet.

Han Shu saw the dazzling lights on herself. And all the stage lights were aimed at her, making it hard for her to see clearly what was in front of her. There were few audiences at the concert, and no one was speaking. Han Shu had no idea what the audience thought of her singing.

Would they find it annoying?

Did she interrupt the host from reading the advertisement?

Would the young lady be unhappy?

Would the agent blacklist her?

Han Shu was extremely nervous.

Her world was bright yet quiet. Only the Samoyed with its constantly wagging tail was rubbing against her thigh.

Han Shu waited for a while but didn't get Zhou Qingyu's comment. She lowered her head.

When she was getting off the stage, she had seen Zhou Qingyu standing up. The other girl was about to go back to the room to remove her makeup and go to sleep. How could she stop for her?

The stage curtain fell. Except for the staff, there were no audiences left at the scene. Han Shu tightened her grip on the microphone, took a deep breath, forced a faint smile, and then called Yaozu to put the microphone back into its little basket. Suddenly, music came from the sound system.

Han Shu's pupils dilated sharply, and she suddenly raised her head.

It was the sound of a piano, the accompaniment of the song "Chasing Dreams" that she had sung. The person wasn't playing the beginning but the part right after the chorus she had just sung. The stage lights came on, shining on the grand piano on the stage. Zhou Qingyu's slender fingers were like dancing elves, playing freely on the piano. After Zhou Qingyu, the sound of a guitar rang out. A spotlight fell on the lawn, and Si Ye, the youngest member of US who hadn't left yet, was holding his guitar. The sound of the guitar blended into Zhou Qingyu's piano accompaniment.

Spotlights fell on the lawn one after another. The bass, drums, keyboard, and stringed instruments... The originally simple song "Chasing Dreams" with only a lead singer suddenly became rich and full - bodied. Han Shu's nose tingled, and her eyes turned red.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the microphone.

The only thing missing from this song was the lead singer, the part of the song that she hadn't finished singing. The music video of "Travel" with the whole group providing accompaniment and Han Shu as the lead singer quickly topped the hot search list.

Numerous marketing accounts edited the video of that moment. Although the concert had ended when Han Shu was singing, the popularity of the live - stream not only didn't decline but reached its peak at the end.

【I didn't expect the first one to provide accompaniment would be the young lady.】

【The young lady is not only good at playing the cello but also the piano!】

【The young lady is such a tsundere. She criticized LMN so harshly before but immediately came to provide accompaniment after hearing the singing. So cute!】

【The girl who sang is Han Shu. She's Chinese!】

【Her voice is really beautiful!】

【I was so touched when everyone provided accompaniment for her in the end!】

【After all, the stage is an idol's dream. Everyone is working towards the same goal!】

Netizens were curious. An artist as outstanding as Han Shu shouldn't have been buried in the crowd. They searched for LMN's performance materials to see how Han Shu was before.

Unfortunately, LMN was so unpopular that it had very few fans and no fan photographers. Only sporadic video materials could be found on the Korean website. In these videos, Han Shu always stood at the back, without any solo parts. Her singing blended into the chorus, and the sound - recording effect of the small company was so poor that one couldn't tell how good Han Shu's voice was.

【Is this company stupid? Wasting such a good talent like this?】

【Maybe it's because Han Shu is Chinese. The company probably doesn't want to give her resources.】

【To be honest, from LMN's materials, it's completely impossible to tell that Han Shu is a good talent...】

【By the way, who recommended LMN at the beginning? So awesome!】

Netizens went back to Zhou Qingyu's live - stream room to find the person who had recommended LMN in the afternoon. Sure enough, they found a barrage: 【Can we invite our Han Shu from LMN? She sings super well. I heard her sing once during a live - stream before, and I really want to hear her again!】

【Such a genius!】

【I'd like to call this sister the modern - day Bo Le!】

【With just this little material, you could discover Han Shu!】

The system, which was called "sister" by netizens: Hee - hee~ It's not a genius person but a genius system!

Han Shu finished singing.

Her heart was pounding. Although her face was covered in sweat, she forgot to wipe it off. There was thunderous applause around her. The idols who hadn't left the venue and the on - site staff were all clapping for her.

Zhou Qingyu sat back in the audience seat.

"Not bad," Zhou Qingyu said.

This was the first time she had praised someone in her comments today. Before, she had only been criticizing. Han Shu blushed. Everyone at the scene was looking at her. It was the first time she had received so much attention.

Wen Rou sized up Han Shu. When she received the message from Qiao Yan, it was already five o'clock. It was her first time signing a transfer contract. Qiao Yan told her that for an artist under Company K to terminate the contract, the liquidated damages were one million RMB, and the transfer contract would probably cost around the same amount. It was up to Wen Rou to see how well she could negotiate.

Wen Rou thought this was a test from Qiao Yan. So she used the performance opportunity to negotiate with Company K. Piao Baoyuan had spent five million won to invite LMN to perform. Wen Rou added another fifteen million won, demanding to sign Han Shu. If not, the performance would be called off. LMN's agent was worried about losing the two million won that was almost in hand and immediately agreed to the signing.

Two million won was about one hundred thousand RMB. Wen Rou had thought it was a waste before. She hadn't seen any potential in Han Shu. But now she realized that the boss was really a genius! With such a voice, Han Shu was bound to be famous!

The only flaw was probably that Han Shu was of average appearance. Her heavy makeup made her look gaudy.

But for a singer, a good voice was enough. Looks weren't that important. Zhou Qingyu also sized up Han Shu, her gaze falling on the smeared base makeup on Han Shu's face. She instructed Wen Rou, "Get a makeup remover pad and remove her makeup." Wen Rou did as she was told. As an intern agent who sometimes also worked as an assistant, her cross - body bag was filled with makeup products for touch - ups.

Wen Rou carefully removed the makeup on Han Shu's face with the makeup remover pad.

Han Shu had always done her own makeup before—their obscure girl group couldn’t afford a makeup artist, so they had to rely on themselves. This was the first time someone else had helped her remove her makeup, and Han Shu found it a little ticklish. But Wen Rou’s movements were gentle, making the experience surprisingly soothing. As the makeup came off, a clean, fresh face was revealed to Wen Rou. It wasn’t the kind of beauty that stunned at first glance, but rather a quietly pleasing one—her brows like distant mountains, neither too thick nor too thin, perfectly framing a crisp, graceful arch. Her eyes were clear and deep, like pools of autumn water, calm yet carrying a hint of cool detachment.

The live-stream audience gasped in awe.

[Damn, Han Shu is actually this pretty?!]

[Big sister is so cool—a true icy beauty!]

[Wahhh! She’s such a gem! Not only does she sing amazingly, but she’s also gorgeous!]

[How did I not know about her all this time I’ve been following K-pop groups?!]

Zhou Qingyu nodded in satisfaction upon seeing Han Shu’s bare face. “Mm, this looks much better!”

Meanwhile, Qiao Yan was frantically texting Yan Xi: [Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!]

[This girl is amazing! She sings beautifully and she’s gorgeous! Wen Rou signed her for just 100,000—we hit the jackpot!!]

Yan Xi giggled to herself.

More than just hitting the jackpot—she’d even received a notification from the system: signing Han Shu had earned her 1 point of Destiny Value, and Han Shu’s sudden surge in popularity had added another 2 points. Now, Zhou Qingyu’s Destiny Value had reached 55.2!

“System, Han Shu’s fame is bringing in more Destiny Value than Shen Xinghe’s did!”

[Of course!] the system chimed in. [Shen Xinghe had the potential to become an award-winning actor, but in the original novel, he never actually won the Best Actor trophy.] [But Han Shu? She’s destined to be the Queen of Ballads.]

Han Shu’s life was meant to be radiant and glorious.

It was her company that had destroyed her.

Yan Xi had signed her to Starlight Entertainment and assigned Qiao Yan to plan her career path. The tragedy from the novel wouldn’t repeat itself—no more leaping from a rooftop, no more using her own life to expose the darkness of K Entertainment.

After Han Shu’s performance, the concert officially came to an end. The audience gradually dispersed, and some of the idols even approached Han Shu, complimenting her singing with enthusiasm.

Wen Rou arranged for a driver to take the US members back to their dorm before turning to Han Shu. “Hello, I’m Wen Rou, a trainee agent at Starlight. This is your transfer contract—I’ve already signed you out of K Entertainment.”

Han Shu froze. She’d been practicing in the dance studio all afternoon and had no idea about any of this.

Clutching the contract, her fingers trembled. “You mean… I don’t have to go back to the company?”

Wen Rou patted her shoulder. “Of course not! You’re one of us now!”

Han Shu was overwhelmed with emotion. She’d thought that after the performance, her manager would drag her away as usual.

“Do you have belongings at the old company?” Wen Rou asked. “Go pack them up. I’ll book you a hotel for tonight, and we’ll fly back home tomorrow.” Han Shu nodded eagerly.

Just as she was about to leave, she caught sight of a fluffy white ball in the audience seats.

A Samoyed bounded cheerfully toward Yan Xi, who scratched its head and removed a snack basket and microphone from around its neck.

“Good boy, you did great~”

Encouraged, Yaozu wagged his tail like a propeller. “Awooo~”

Han Shu kept watching Yan Xi, and Wen Rou noticed her gaze. “That’s Yan Xi, an intern in our company’s project department. She’s close with the boss, and she was the one who suggested signing you.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Han Shu’s eyes, followed by understanding when she saw the microphone in Yan Xi’s hand.

Yan Xi looked up just then, meeting Han Shu’s gaze from across the room.

She smiled at her.

Han Shu smiled back.

Softly, in her heart, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Zhou Qingyu’s concert had been a success. Though LMN’s group performance was lackluster and their solo stages even worse, Han Shu’s voice had saved the night, providing a perfect finale. On Zhima Music, her song “Chasing Dreams” skyrocketed in downloads.

The only one unhappy was LMN’s manager.

In the dressing room, the manager kicked a makeup chair in fury, sending it flying. The LMN members huddled together, too afraid to speak.

“Dammit! Two million?! How could I have sold Han Shu for just two million?!”

Han Shu came from an ordinary family and had always been the least popular member—no chance of blowing up, no way to pay a termination fee. He’d thought selling her for two million while securing LMN a spot on a hit variety show was a win.

But now? Han Shu was trending everywhere—not just in China, but also on Korean forums. Netizens, unaware that Han Shu had already been signed to Starlight, were buzzing about Korea’s next Ballad Queen! Even the company’s CEO had called to berate him. “Why didn’t you train such a talent when she was still in the group?!”

The manager stammered helplessly—how could he have known?!

Their small, struggling company had few resources, and what little they had went to the artists who’d “entertained” the CEO. Han Shu had kept refusing, so tonight was supposed to be her turn.

But before she could be forced into anything, another company had swooped in and bought her out.

Just as the call ended, Han Shu walked into the dressing room.

“Brother Zheng.”

She greeted him politely before quietly gathering her things. This dressing room had been arranged by Piao Baoyuan for all the concert’s performers, but since LMN had been last, everyone else had already left.

Brother Zheng narrowed his eyes.

The phone buzzed with the boss’s furious voice: "I don’t care what it takes—you *have* to keep Han Shu! We finally have someone who’s about to blow up, and you’re just letting her go? That transfer contract? Just refund the damn money!" Han Shu packed her belongings in the greenroom, ready to follow LMN’s members back to the dorm to retrieve the rest of her things.

Her passport and ID were still there—she *had* to go.

Suddenly, Brother Zheng grabbed her wrist.

Han Shu tensed. "Brother Zheng? What are you—let go!"

Brother Zheng smirked. "Your transfer isn’t effective until tomorrow. Tonight, you’re still *my* artist. There’s a banquet. You’re coming."

Han Shu paled. She knew exactly what kind of "banquet" he meant. Once you set foot in that place, there was no escaping its claws. She struggled violently. "I’m not going!"

"You don’t have a choice!" Brother Zheng barked, then snapped at the LMN members, "What are you idiots waiting for? Hold her down and strip her!" His glare was venomous. "Once I’ve got the photos, you won’t dare refuse."

Did Han Shu really think she could leave K Entertainment? *Dream on.*

With those compromising photos, she’d crawl back eventually. The LMN members hesitated, but their own photos were already in Brother Zheng’s hands. Reluctantly, they moved forward, pinning Han Shu down.

Tears streaked their faces as they muttered apologies, but their grips stayed firm.

Brother Zheng raised the camera, advancing step by step.

Han Shu’s mind reeled. She’d already left K Entertainment—she was supposed to be under Starlight’s banner now. *How did it come to this?*

Despair dragged her under, like plunging into a frozen lake with nothing to cling to, sinking deeper, darker—

**CRASH!**

The greenroom door burst open.

Security flooded in, tackling Brother Zheng to the floor. "What the hell?! You can’t do this! This is illegal! I’ll sue—I’ll sue every last one of you!"

"Sue *us*?"

Piao Baoyuan strode in, snatching the camera. She scrolled through the gallery—dozens of nude photos of young girls. Her jaw clenched, disgust flashing in her eyes. "Pretty sure *you’re* the one headed to court."

(To maintain control, Piao Baoyuan had installed surveillance throughout the venue. She never expected to catch K Entertainment’s depravity on tape.)

She draped her jacket over Han Shu’s shoulders. "You okay?"

Han Shu shook her head. "I’m fine."

She could tell LMN hadn’t truly wanted to hurt her—their movements had been slow, their hands reluctant. Her gaze locked onto the camera in Piao Baoyuan’s grip. "Baoyuan-jie. Leak it."

Piao Baoyuan stiffened. "It’ll drag you into the mess."

Han Shu’s voice was steel. "They *have* to pay for this."

---

Late into the night, the concert’s afterglow lingered.

On Xigua Video’s multi-angle livestream, fans could toggle between ten camera feeds, savoring every moment of their idols’ performances. Starlight had even authorized free use of screenshots for fan edits. Soon, social media flooded with fancams and photos—Hallyu idols dominating the trending lists with their visuals and vocals.

[*Aaaah! Shark Queen’s visuals are MURDERING ME! So fierce on stage!*]

[*Si Ye is a whole different person offstage—how is he this soft?! The duality—*]

[*Han Shu’s ‘Chasing Dreams’? On loop for 20+ plays. MASTERPIECE.*]

Amid the gushing, new hashtags erupted:

**#K Entertainment Exposed for Pimping Out Idols**

**#Zhou Qingyu’s Concert Reveals K Entertainment’s Exploitation**

**#H-Country Agency Forces Idols into Prostitution**

The trending topic featured the greenroom video—faces blurred, but netizens instantly recognized the voices.

[*Holy sh*t—I was just streaming her music! K Entertainment’s collapsing?!*]

[*That video made me SICK. Disgusting pigs!*]

[*Using female idols as bribes? Absolute scum.*]

[*Wait—this blew up at Young Miss Zhou’s concert?!*]

[*If not for her, Han Shu would’ve… God, I can’t even.*]

[*Thank heavens she transferred back to China!*]

The scandal detonated across both Chinese and H-Country networks. Outraged netizens petitioned for a police investigation.

---

Meanwhile, K Entertainment’s executives lounged at their "banquet," groping girls from obscure nugu groups. They’d been waiting for Brother Zheng to deliver Han Shu—to serenade them in bed.

Then the police stormed in.

Handcuffed and disgraced, the executives were hauled away. Prison awaited.

---

Elsewhere, Ye Luoyi and Su Lingling were taping a variety show, oblivious to the firestorm online.

Still sulking over a lost bet, Su Lingling had given Ye Luoyi the cold shoulder—until the latter bribed her with a meet-and-greet with her favorite idol. At MS Entertainment, Su Lingling posed for photos with boy group KY, her mood instantly brighter.

Ye Luoyi exhaled. This was easy leverage—she’d befriended KY’s members on a show last year. A little cross-promotion never hurt livestream numbers.

With autographs secured and the viewership metrics boosted, they hailed a cab.

Ye Luoyi finally checked her phone. KY was *huge* in H-Country—her live streaming room had to be topping the charts now, right?

She opened Xigua Video.

Zhou Qingyu's livestream room sat at #1. Even Lu Beiyu's (that brat who just walked dogs all day!) had triple her popularity.

Ye Luoyi’s eye twitched.

*What kind of black magic—*

She clicked the replay.

Zhou Qingyu had thrown a concert.

Discovered a prodigy singer.

And *taken down an entire agency*.

Ye Luoyi: **???**

Is Zhou Qingyu still filming a variety show?! How could she be this intense?! When Han Shu walked out of the police station after giving her statement, the surroundings were eerily quiet. The streetlights of Han City had dimmed, leaving only the one at the police station entrance shining solitarily, casting an especially lonely atmosphere.

Han Shu pulled out her phone, about to call a cab.

In the two years she’d been an idol, she hadn’t earned much, so she rarely took taxis. But at this hour, the subway was no longer running.

A sleek van slowly pulled up in front of her. Wen Rou rolled down the window and leaned out from the driver’s seat. “All done? You must be exhausted! Hop in—I’ll take you to the hotel!”

Han Shu was stunned.

LMN had managers too, but most of the time, they didn’t pay the girls much attention. Their team’s van was old and rickety, always at risk of stalling mid-trip. This was the first time she’d ever ridden in such a luxurious vehicle. Sitting inside, Han Shu murmured, “Wen Rou-jie, you could’ve just given me the address. I could’ve gone on my own.”

“No way,” Wen Rou said. “You’re my artist now. Even though you’ll be going back to China soon and Qiao Yan-jie will assign you a new manager, while you’re in H Country, *I’m* your manager!”

“Don’t stress. The US brats get the same treatment—this is their van. I just borrowed it to pick you up. Once you’re back, Qiao Yan-jie will definitely set you up with a new team!”

Sitting in the backseat, Han Shu replayed the events of the night in her mind, feeling like none of it was real. The van glided smoothly through the streets before finally stopping at Han City’s Royal Hotel. Han Shu had never stayed here before, but she knew it was a five-star establishment. Hesitantly, she whispered, “Isn’t this hotel… too expensive?”

Wen Rou laughed. “This is our young mistress’s family’s hotel. All our artists stay here when traveling—it’s no big deal.”

Handing Han Shu the keycard, Wen Rou said, “It’s late. You can go back to the company tomorrow to pack. The young mistress is returning home the day after, so you can take her private jet.” Han Shu blinked, then suddenly pinched her own cheek. Wen Rou: ?

“What are you doing?! Do you know how valuable your face is?!” Han Shu winced at the sting, her eyes turning red.

Then, with a sweet, dazed smile, she giggled, “So… it’s not a dream after all!” Wen Rou froze for a long moment. She didn’t know what Han Shu had been through before, but seeing the girl grin so foolishly at her, her heart ached for her. Reaching out, she gently ruffled Han Shu’s hair.