This system is outrageous.

The two jumped to a day when Tang Zhengqi was 16 years old. Ye Fei looked at the environment outside the window and sighed again.

Eleven sat aside and admired the sunset. This time he would stay for a while, as he had plenty of time to see the changes in the small world.

Ye Fei updated the data, and everything seemed to be developing normally.

"In addition to the ones who defected and resigned, it seems that we have another undercover agent." After reading the email, Eleven actually felt a glimmer of hope.

"I've roughly watched some of the updated plots in recent years, and it seems to be developing normally. Tang Zhengqi, the third generation of a chaebol, is a down-to-earth and talented internet celebrity. Now he just needs an opportunity to make his debut smoothly." Ye Fei ordered a takeaway and ate while watching.

"We have plenty of opportunities. We can just find any reason. Besides, if he recovers his memory, he will definitely not reject us." Eleven put down his phone and waited for the latest review results of the system.

I don’t know why this review took so long, which made the two of them feel a little heavy. They walked on the street in the night, enjoying the breeze.

"I'm a little nervous. I hope nothing goes wrong. All our efforts over the years can't go to waste." Ye Fei didn't even have the mood to eat at a roadside stall.

The two of them unknowingly walked to the original coffee shop. The shop had changed owners several times, but fortunately it was still a coffee shop.

When they entered the store, they found a young man watching over it. They ordered two cups of coffee. Ye Fei walked to the window and sat down, staring at the night outside in a daze.

The man put down the coffee carefully and said nothing.

It wasn't until the system notification tone rang on Eleven's phone that Ye Fei finally turned around.

"Are the results out? Why is it taking so long? Are there any surprises?"

Faced with Ye Fei's series of questions, Eleven did not answer, but immediately contacted Changfeng.

After a while, the expression on Eleven's face finally relaxed.

"Changfeng said that because we had changed certain plots of the small world, the system now adds another algorithm during the review. In short, there is no problem with the system, and there is no problem with the trajectory of this small world at present. We can officially start our revenge."

Eleven picked up the coffee and took a sip, but couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Ye Fei's tense nerves had not yet had time to relax.

"The coffee is cold." Eleven's words were met with a big eye roll from Ye Fei.

The two of them finally spent the first night at this point happily. After drinking coffee, they returned to the company.

Lying on the bed in the lounge, Ye Fei suddenly suffered from insomnia.

"Eleven, I can't sleep, why don't you come over and knock me out."

Eleven heard Ye Fei's voice in the next room and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I didn't expect you still have insomnia. It's okay, just go to sleep. Our hard work over the past few years will soon pay off."

Eleven's voice rang in his mind, and it seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Ye Fei turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Ye Fei was eating breakfast and listening to what the employees were talking about.

When you open the Small World website, the front page headline is a piece of news with a highlighted and bold title.

"The eldest grandson of the chaebol, Tang Zhengqi, announced that he will soon sign a contract with an agency."

"Is he 16 or 17 years old now?" Ye Fei's mind was in a mess and he took out his cell phone and flipped through it.

"Have all the memories been restored at this age? Could there be anything missing?" Ye Fei muttered softly.

"He probably remembered most of his memories. I received an email from him today. He asked us to meet at the company tonight and asked you to prepare a snack package."

Eleven's voice entered Ye Fei's mind, and Ye Fei almost spit out a mouthful of milk tea.

"So soon, I'm not ready yet."

After quickly finishing breakfast, Ye Fei got into work mode.

At night, a luxury car stopped at the gate under the cover of darkness. Eleven turned off all the lights as he did before, and stood at the door waiting for him with night vision goggles.

"I didn't expect you still remembered. I thought you forgot." Tang Zhengqi took the night vision goggles with a smile and put them on his head, then walked into the building.

He had lived in this building for a while before, and he didn't expect to remember it so clearly. He walked to the door of the original recording studio and turned to look at Eleven.

"It's here, I think I remember it correctly."

The door was opened by Ye Fei from the inside. This was the first time Ye Fei saw him after his rebirth.

"Want a snack, big star?"

"I never thought that you haven't changed at all after all these years." Tang Zhengqi walked into the room and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment, his eyes resting on the snacks and coffee on the table.

"Was it a snack like this back then? I can't remember clearly."

"I think it might be these snacks. I also added some popular snacks recently, but at least the coffee is still the same. I hope you still like it."

Ye Fei handed the coffee over, Tang Zhengqi took it and took a sip.

"Hmm, it still tastes familiar, but I think coffee is not very healthy now, so I rarely drink it."

Putting down the coffee cup, Tang Zhengqi slowly walked into the recording studio.

Gently stroking the wheat in front of him, his face full of nostalgia.

"My voice after rebirth is not as good as before. I'm afraid I can't sing those high notes anymore." Although he said it with a smile, Ye Fei could feel the sadness in his heart.

"It doesn't matter. I can use a new identity and naturally I have to find a new style of music." Ye Fei forced a smile, her nose feeling a little sore.

"Do you want to record a song? I've already adjusted it." Ye Fei pointed to the folder aside.

Tang Zhengqi looked in the direction Ye Fei's finger pointed and saw Yan Zhengyang's portrait printed on it.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the folder, only to see the manuscript of the song he wrote that year.

"You still kept it. I thought I would lose it." Tang Zhengqi's eyes lit up. He had been preparing for the album for his tenth anniversary of his debut and had written dozens of songs early on.

Although it was not released on the tenth anniversary, he still selected his ten favorite songs as a farewell to Yan Zhengyang.

"These are all your hard work, how can you throw them away? How about you singing the songs you wrote before? Is this an okay idea?"

"My voice now isn't that good. This is what I could have sung with my previous voice." Tang Zhengqi's face showed alternating excitement and loneliness.

"It's okay, the music can be slightly adjusted and the lyrics can still be used." Ye Fei felt a little sad and secretly put his hands behind his back and clenched them into fists.

"Okay then. Then I'll trouble you to find a good composer." Tang Zhengqi put down the folder and walked out, as if he was relieved.

"I finally convinced my family and they agreed to let me enter the entertainment industry, but I had to achieve certain results, otherwise I would lose my inheritance rights."

"Wow, this request is no problem at all for you." Ye Fei's exaggerated expression successfully made him laugh.

"I'll sign with your company, then I can come here openly. After all, this is both an end and a beginning for me, it's a good place."