I Really Didn't Mean to Mislead

Lusheng Provincial Academy of Arts.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
He sat on a bench beside the school playground, hands cradling his chin, watching couples lost in each other’s affections.
His gaze was unfocused, his eyes dull.
He knew this was not Earth, but a parallel world called Blue Star.
He had crossed over.
“Li He, a third-year student in the Composition Department at Lusheng Provincial Academy of Arts.”
This was his new identity.
He sighed deeply. Aside from some damaged memories from the original host, everything else had been inherited by him.
Especially the handsome, refined appearance, which made him feel perfectly immersed in this new role.
He swept through the remnants of the original host’s memories.
Li He was not surprised to discover that the cultural background of this world was utterly different from his previous life.
The era of modern warfare had passed; now, wars were fought with cultural invasions.
Here, the atmosphere of culture and art was remarkably rich, and with government support, every artistic field—music, film, literature, painting, sculpture—was thriving.
“Utopia.”
For those who work in the arts, this was truly an ideal world.
The world was ideal, but the host Li He had crossed into was ill-fated.
His mother died in childbirth, saving the child but losing herself.
His father died in a fire two years ago, and the host’s voice was damaged in the same blaze.
Forced to transfer from the Vocal Department to Composition, which he was not skilled