I Really Don’t Want to Fight Immortals

Back in the 1990s, that innocent era when geniuses battled each other everywhere, Jing Xiaoqiang uses his peerless sense of rhythm and voice, along with an utterly unflappable and bored mindset, to become a top-tier arts worker office employee—clock in to go on stage, clock out to go home. To hell with worship, to hell with singing-world glory.