Rebirth: Super gene

Hushed whispers and eager anticipation filled the air as Bo Qitu, Hanfei Ming, and Er Linger gathered together in a dimly lit corner of a cozy café. The trio's excitement was palpable, their voices barely above a whisper as they exchanged hushed secrets.

"Did you hear? We're meeting that rich sponsor tomorrow," Bo Qitu exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Er Linger nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, we need to meet face-to-face to finalize the contract. This could be a game-changer for us."

Bian, their newfound sponsor, had agreed to support them in their musical endeavors, providing them with the resources they needed to make it big in the industry. In return, they would be obligated to create and perform songs, adhering to specific guidelines outlined in their contract.

As the day of the meeting arrived, anticipation ran high. The Echo Geckos building, where the gathering was set to take place, exuded an air of opulence. The general parlor was a marvel in itself—a symphony of modern aesthetics and cutting-edge technology. The room was adorned with plush, black leather furniture, giving it a sleek and elegant appearance. The walls were constructed from a special material that resembled a high-definition television, ready to project the visual artistry of the upcoming performances.

The inbuilt sound system was a masterpiece of acoustic engineering, ensuring that every note and lyric would be heard with crystal clarity. Soundproofing of the highest caliber enveloped the room, shielding it from the chaotic world outside. One could hardly describe the room as anything but lavish.

Bian, occupied one of the black sofas, exuding an air of confidence. Across from him sat Bo Qitu, Hanfei Ming, and Er Linger, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. A polished wooden table stood between them, bearing the final personal contracts that would seal their partnership. Manager Bo was by the side waiting for the final outcome, if his sister decided to refuse Bian would just look for other musicians.

The terms of the contract had been carefully negotiated and agreed upon, outlining the obligations and privileges of both parties. But there was one clause that stood out prominently—a clause that would test the boundaries of their artistry. It stipulated that, at times, they might be required to use vulgar and explicit language in their songs, and they could not decline.

Bian leaned forward, a hint of mystery in his eyes, and slid the contracts across the table. The trio exchanged glances, the weight of their decision pressing upon them. It was a gamble, a leap of faith into the unknown, but it was also an opportunity to turn their dreams into reality.

'No I can't hesitate here, this is the sign I'm sure of it' Bo Qitu knew her choice would affect all those around her like it had always done. She did not want to dive into the dangerous sanctuaries so living in the alliance was only going to get more difficult without a proper backing.

Bo Qitu picked up the pen, her hand trembling with excitement and apprehension. As the nib touched the paper, she knew that their journey was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would lead them down a path of no return. With determined resolve, she signed her name, sealing their fate and embracing the world of music, that awaited them.

Manager Bo breathed a sigh of relief as the ink dried on the freshly signed contract, officially sealing the deal that had been the source of so much anticipation and excitement. The partnership was solidified, and the trio of artists—Bo Qitu, Hanfei Ming, and Er Linger—were now inextricably linked with their enigmatic benefactor, Bian.

Er Linger's eyes widened in astonishment as she glanced at Bian. He didn't fit the mold of what she had expected from a sponsor. If anything, he appeared to be younger than them. While the trio was all in their early twenties, Bian seemed to be in his late teens, his youthful appearance defying the wealth and influence he clearly possessed.

"Umm, Mister Bian," Hanfei Ming began to ask a question, but he was promptly interrupted by the sponsor himself.

"No need for formalities, call me Bian," he said, his tone warm and inviting. "I'm not just your sponsor; I'm a music enthusiast, and I appreciate the amount of passion you put into your songs."

With the pleasantries out of the way, Bian delved into the business at hand. His words were infused with an air of wisdom. "You'll need to put your hearts and souls into these songs," he emphasized, his eyes locking onto each artist in turn.

The trio listened attentively as Bian outlined the structure of their partnership. In the management office of Manager Bo at Echo Geckos, a carefully choreographed schedule would dictate their musical journey. Songs, lyrics, and musical compositions would be released every month, and the artists were expected to dedicate themselves to perfecting these creations within the timeframe of two weeks. Then, they would unleash the culmination of their hard work in a grand showcase, releasing all the songs weekly. Following this intensive period, they would be granted a well-earned week of rest. Before the new songs were released in the next month.

Bian's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he contemplated their debut. "For your rebirth debut, how about a catchy song that bursts forth with strength? I believe I know the perfect song," he suggested, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

The trio exchanged glances, the gravity of their commitment sinking in. They gasped in astonishment as they reviewed the first single they would sing.

After some days of rehearsal they nailed the song perfectly. Bian was impressed and satisfied with their learning speed and adaptability. They released their first song titled 'need to know.'

...

Fang Mingquan, a journalist grappling with a plummeting reputation, he found himself in a race against time to unearth a new headline that could reignite his career. Hours of scouring for a story had left him empty-handed and disheartened. The world of journalism had been relentless, demanding fresh and gripping narratives, and Fang Mingquan was teetering on the brink of obscurity.

As he returned to the solitude of his home, he was greeted by a notification that instantly piqued his curiosity. It was an unexpected revelation: the Echo Geckos, a musical group he had followed with casual interest, had released a new album.

"I thought they had disbanded," Fang Mingquan mused aloud, his eyebrows furrowing in mild surprise. He had been a distant observer of the Echo Geckos, admiring their unwavering passion for music even though their songs had often left him underwhelmed. In recent times, the group had gone silent, causing him to assume that they had parted ways.

With a sense of mild curiosity, Fang Mingquan decided to give their new song a casual listen. Little did he know that this seemingly routine act would soon lead him on a journey of unexpected discovery.

The moment the first notes of the song filled the room, Fang Mingquan's skepticism evaporated, replaced by a sense of captivation. The melody was not just unique; it was bold and daring, a stark departure from the group's previous offerings. He found himself listening to the song on repeat.

As the lyrics unfolded, Fang Mingquan was drawn into the narrative. There was something about the song's lyrics that resonated with him, a magnetic pull that made him not only listen but sing along. "You're exciting, boy, come find me. Your eyes told me, girl, come," he sang with a fervor that he hadn't felt in a long time.

In that moment, Fang Mingquan knew he had found his new headline. The Echo Geckos' unexpected comeback with a song that defied expectations was a story that could breathe life into his faltering career. With renewed energy, he set to work, eager to share this musical revelation with the world.