Wu Xing Wu Su, a girl group composed of five beautiful girls, debuted last year and released their first album. It is said to have sold two to three hundred thousand copies, making it a somewhat well-known singing group in the country at present.

Olivia Miller was one of them.

There was no one else at home. As Henry Thompson passed by, he casually closed the door to the small study, walked over to the TV, turned on the VCD player below, and put in the MV disc.

He switched on the TV, and soon, the VCD began to play automatically—energetic songs and hot dances burst forth!

Such long, fair legs!

Never mind the song for now, but this leg-showing posture was almost exactly like that Korean group called "Thigh Era" from the other world.

Henry Thompson put on his headphones, closed his eyes, and leaned crookedly against the chair.

There were two songs, one called "Love on the High Seas," and the other "Lü Bu and Diao Chan."

After listening to the first song, "Love on the High Seas," Henry Thompson pursed his lips and frowned slightly.

In his previous life, Henry Thompson's father was a stage actor, and his mother was a music teacher at a high school—so he could be considered born into an artistic family. He was influenced by this from a young age, and as he grew up, he spent his whole life making a living in this field. He started a band in high school, and after graduating from college, he didn’t look for a job, spending his days running gigs at bars, taking on odd jobs like arranging music, composing for TV dramas, and occasionally singing demos for others—sometimes hungry, sometimes full.

Then, by chance, he started working as an extra. After that, he worked as a script supervisor, crew member, screenwriter, camera assistant, director’s assistant, assistant director, stand-in, and minor actor—step by step, he spent two or three years carving out a small foothold in the film and television industry. Of course, it was only a bit better than before—enough to fill his belly, but getting rich was out of the question. He was already in his thirties and still single—not for any other reason, but simply because he had no money.

But even after switching to the film and television industry, he never lost his focus and passion for music. Just before the accident with the wirework during the filming of that martial arts drama, he had just written a new song and was preparing to submit it.

So, even though he wasn’t even a professional singer in his previous life, after years of passion and attention, and having written and sold quite a few songs himself, he still had a basic ability to judge music.

And by his standards for pop music, this song... was pretty mediocre.

Then came "Lü Bu and Diao Chan."

It seemed... even worse than the first one.

You know, if a song gets made into an MV, it must be the title track!

If the title track is like this, then it’s easy to imagine—the overall quality of the whole album is really not promising.

The two MVs finished playing quickly, and the screen went dark.

Henry Thompson instinctively grabbed his chin and began to rub it slowly—this was one of his habitual gestures from his previous life. Whenever he did this, it meant he was thinking about something important.

And now, the question was: If this level of music could sell two to three hundred thousand copies, it meant that the overall strength of the music industry in this world wasn’t that great!

Thinking of this, Henry Thompson felt as if his mind suddenly opened up. The confusion he’d felt since crossing over seemed to be gradually dissipating.

And in his heart, a light began to shine.

Now he only needed to confirm one thing: just how similar or different were the music and film industries of this world compared to the familiar world he had experienced before!

Chapter 2: Seventeen-Year-Old Youth

For the next day or so, Henry Thompson was almost oblivious to food and sleep.

The record store, bookstore, video rental shop, and book rental shop at the entrance of the neighborhood... became his base of operations.

He browsed through everything related to music, movies, TV dramas, and books.

CDs, vinyl records, tapes—whether domestic or foreign—he took them off the shelves one by one, looking at the singers, song titles, record companies... then combined it with his own memories, trying to piece together the development of music in this world.

He looked at movie posters, story synopses, cast lists, directors, screenwriters, and tried to recall in his mind everything that the previous Henry Thompson knew, including release dates, box office, reviews... and so on, both domestic and foreign.

Of course, he also paid attention to TV dramas, reading the story synopses, cast lists, directors, recalling roughly the broadcast times and reviews...

Novels, anthologies, and so on—he did the same.

Of course, he knew that just skimming through things could only give him a rough guess. In the coming period, he would have to watch, listen, and analyze them one by one. Only then could he truly grasp the pulse of this era.

Fortunately, the previous Henry Thompson was also quite fond of these things—novels, music, movies, TV dramas, and so on. This was like a lighthouse built for Henry Thompson on a sea shrouded in darkness.

So, the more he saw and learned, the more Henry Thompson smiled—and his smile grew wider and wider.