This little brat... William Grant cursed inwardly.

The interviewers exchanged glances, all looking surprised. Mr. Bolton coughed: "Well, then go ahead and sing. If you can't, don't force yourself. You can consider coming to my office as a secretary."

Baby Carter lowered her head and restarted the music. After a few seconds of the opening, an ethereal and pleasant female voice sounded in her headphones. At the same time, Baby Carter began to sing softly: Every time, I grow strong while wandering in loneliness

Even when I'm hurt, I don't let my tears show

I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings

Carrying me, flying me over despair

I don't think about how they have their beautiful sun

I see the sunset change every day

I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings

Carrying me, giving me hope

Some interviewers were organizing documents, some looking at their phones, some sipping tea, and some admiring Baby Carter's hot figure, but now everyone couldn't help but put down what they were doing and focus on listening to the song. As she sang, they gradually became immersed in it.

I finally see all my dreams blossom

The youthful voice of pursuit is so bright and clear

I finally soar, gazing with all my heart, unafraid

Wherever there's wind, I'll fly as far as I can

I don't think about how they have their beautiful sun

I see the sunset change every day

I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings

Carrying me, giving me hope

Dreams?

Wings?

Mr. Bolton unconsciously straightened his back, staring at Baby Carter's face.

William Grant's heart sank.

The interviewer on the far left, who looked just over thirty, closed his eyes, completely enchanted.

In the spacious conference room, Baby Carter's magnetic voice echoed, carrying a hint of girlish innocence and a longing to fly.

"I'm done singing."

After finishing the song, Baby Carter let out a gentle breath.

"Huh? You're done?"

"What a great song!"

"This... this doesn't sound like a song written by an amateur at all. The lyrics are good, the melody is even better."

"Her voice is good too. With some training, she's a promising talent."

"Didn't you say she wasn't cut out for the entertainment industry?"

"Who knew she could actually write songs? She can sing and write, and she's so beautiful—turns out she's a hidden gem!"

The examiners whispered among themselves.

Baby Carter's face was expressionless, but inside she was overjoyed. Wahaha, serves you right for looking down on me, for saying I'm too old. Watch me slap you in the face with my skills.

Mr. Bolton coughed and said kindly, "What's the name of this song?"

"Invisible Wings!" Baby Carter glanced at her phone.

William Grant's first reaction was to take out her phone and search for the song title, but there was no song called "Invisible Wings" online, only a lot of related terms.

Nothing?

Is it really original?

"This is a song about dreams, it's about yourself, right? Wonderfully written, even better sung." Mr. Bolton expressed his admiration for Baby Carter: "Actually, I still want you to come to my office as a secretary."

Please stop mentioning the word secretary, Baby Carter thought.

"But your talent amazes me. For this interview, I give you nine points." After speaking, he joked, "The last point is so you don't get cocky."

Still so humorous at your age, old man, respect!

Baby Carter smiled radiantly. "Thank you!"

"You can go out first. We'll discuss it."

Baby Carter bowed slightly and turned to leave.

In the corridor, James Carter was communicating with the system: "There's no problem with that song, right?"

The system ignored him.

"You can write songs? Aren't you an intelligent system?"

The system still ignored him.

"Hey, hey, are you still there?"

A few seconds later, the system responded: "Host, the system's energy is insufficient. Host energy has been automatically extracted."

The next moment, James Carter collapsed to the ground, dizzy, weak in all four limbs, feeling like he'd, well, overexerted himself a dozen times in one night.

It took him several minutes to recover, both shocked and angry: "You, you, you... what kind of trick are you pulling now?"

"In your world's terms, this is called recharging," the system replied instantly.

"To answer your previous question: First, the success rate is above ninety percent; second, this song wasn't written by me, it comes from another parallel universe; third, I'm still here."

"None of that matters. What matters is, if you need to recharge, why am I the power source?"

"Do you know about pregnant women? When a baby is in the mother's womb, all its nutrients must be provided by the mother. In a way, a fetus is no different from a parasite."

"Nonsense, parasites are harmful." James Carter bared his teeth. "In a way, you're no different from a parasitic beast."

"If the fetus has problems, the mother will too. There are cases where mothers die in childbirth. So there's no difference between a fetus and a parasite."

"So you're saying you're the fetus now, I'm the mother, and if you need to recharge, I'm the power source?"

"Correct."

"Call me daddy first, let me hear it."

"..."

James Carter said, "Don't mess with me, okay? I can't take your torment. I'm just an ordinary person. If you keep draining my energy, will I have a shorter life? Will I get ED?"

"That's why, host, please work hard to exercise your body, follow the energy training manual provided by the system, and achieve a physical transformation."