Jiang Lechen—the most pig-slaughtering idol, and the most dance-singing veterinarian. As a minor idol in a training-style boy band, Jiang feels less like he’s chasing dreams in the entertainment industry and more like enduring military drills. From Monday to Friday, he struggles through 8 AM university classes, fighting tooth and nail for attendance and GPA. After class, he rushes to the company for dance, vocal, and acting lessons. Weekends are spent in the dorm, waiting for elusive stage opportunities. He considers himself a part-time idol—others might sacrifice their lives for the stage, but he just wants to scrape by on the 2,000-yuan base salary. Friends advise him: "The contract termination fee isn’t high—if it’s too much, just quit and go back to being a normal person!" Jiang Lechen: "No! I think I can struggle a bit longer. The temple monk said I’m destined to blow up!" Who knew those words would come true? Jiang Lechen… actually blew up! But after becoming famous, why are domineering CEOs, top-tier seniors, aloof roommates, fellow band juniors, and renowned directors (cast in alphabetical order by pinyin)… all trying to invite him for a late-night "fluorescent script-reading" session? —————————— "If you like summer evenings, lounging in flip-flops at the alley’s entrance, watching the rush of commuters fade into twilight; If you like strategizing for chess-playing uncles in the park, greeting every passing pup with earnest delight; If you like grabbing an orange soda from a corner shop’s fridge, chugging it down in one go, then burping citrus into the night… …Then you’ll *love* Jiang Lechen."