Chapter 102: Chapter 102 - 102: Could It Be That Si Fuqing Can Sing And Dance? (3)

Translator: _Min_

When she reclaimed her own luck, her beauty was further enhanced, filling her with a sense of relief.

[Ha, it’s funny. Even though Brother Xie is older than Teacher Si, she looks at him with the expression of a father watching his son.]

[The interaction between the mentor and the trainees is so endearing! This is the right way to get along. What Lin Qingyan was doing earlier was so fake, I couldn’t bear to watch.]

[To be honest, if a beauty like Si Fuqing were placed among a hundred male trainees, would nothing really happen? They’re all in the hormone-driven phase, tsk tsk…] [Yes, she would turn them all into good sons.]

The audience: ‘ .

Another comment floated by.

[Is it just me or do Brother Xie and Teacher Si look like a family when they stand together?]

[Yeah, a bit. A family where the father is kind and the son is filial.]

The morning’s behind-the-scenes live stream lived up to the director’s expectations. Si Fuqing alone had provided plenty of highlights and talking points.

He instructed the editing team to start working and reminded them not to maliciously edit Si Fuqing’s footage, as they had done before.

In Dance Room 2, Si Fuqing finally began her instruction. “The performance starts at seven. Don’t practice anymore this afternoon. Do some stretching and such, but most importantly, keep a good mindset. Don’t get stage fright, understand?”

The six trainees chorused, “Understood.”

“Ah, right, those two sets of costumes I was drawing earlier are indeed for you to wear,” Si Fuqing tilted her head, “They’re for your final performance.” At these words, everyone paused.

“I’m off to eat fried chicken,” Si Fuqing donned her coat, “If any of you dare to touch any high-calorie foods, don’t blame me for taking action.”

The trainees: 1‘…”

After Si Fuqing left, Shi Yu remained lost in thought.

A few seconds later, he turned his head. “Xie Yu, can we all debut? Make it to the end?”

Xie Yu chuckled, “With her around, we will.’

He stepped out and went to a secluded corner, pulling out his phone. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end was respectful, “Young Master.”

“Mhmm, do we have any of Lan’s core design drafts?” Xie Yu pondered, “Send me a copy.”

“We have a few that the Lady purchased at a high price,” the voice replied, “May I ask why, Young Master?”

“Just suddenly interested, want to take a look,” Xie Yu added, “Don’t tell Lady

Xie, she probably won’t remember anyway. If she does, say we lost them.”

The voice on the other end: ‘

Ah, what a harmonious mother-son relationship they have.

Noon.

Lin Qingyan came out for lunch.

She took off her mask and checked herself in the mirror; the red spots on her skin had faded considerably.

Her agent sat down and opened the lunchbox. “Be careful during the public performance. Don’t let your mask fall off. We’ve arranged for some audience members to ask questions; you can play the victim then, to tug at the fans’ heartstrings.”

Lin Qingyan was not pleased, replying indifferently, “I understand.”

She picked up her chopsticks, hesitated, and finally, unable to contain her annoyance, slammed them down on the table.

Her agent frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“What is the production team thinking?” Lin Qingyan took a deep breath,

“Today’s behind-the-scenes live stream only gave me five minutes of airtime.

After editing, how much will even be left?”

The agent blinked, “Who else would the production team focus on? Didn’t they always give you the spotlight before?”

“Who else could it be?” Lin Qingyan scoffed, “Of course it’s Si Fuqing. She’s really fortunate; she overshadowed everyone in the production just by removing her makeup.”

“It’s unavoidable,” the agent shook his head. “She’s the newly crowned divine beauty of the Great Xia . If you can’t beat her in looks, you’ll have to find another way. She can’t be good at everything, can she?”

“You must have something where you can surpass her. Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses; that’s the smart thing to do.”

Lin Qingyan gripped her chopsticks tightly, her expression enigmatic. She murmured, “I understand.”

After lunch, Lin Qingyan went to the hospital to visit Mu Ye.

Ever since the sports competition for the theme song, Mu Ye had been bedridden, his leg still in a cast.

Other than a single visit from his agent, Sister Ning, no one had come to see him.

Mu Ye knew he had likely been abandoned.

“Teacher Lin!”

Seeing Lin Qingyan enter, Mu Ye struggled to sit up but was pressed back down by her. “You took quite a fall; you’re not healed yet, so don’t move.”

“With your condition, you certainly won’t be able to participate in tonight’s performance,” Lin Qingyan sighed. “And your opponents are Xie Yu’s team. You might as well withdraw.”

Mu Ye had never expected that he would go from a secure debut position to facing the possibility of dropping out.

He was extremely unwilling but helpless.

“You should rest well,” Lin Qingyan stood up. “Si Fuqing is too aggressive, and there’s nothing I can do to help you. But I’ll try to get you an opportunity to say goodbye on stage.”

Mu Ye pressed his lips together, “Thank you, Teacher Lin.” Lin Qingyan smiled and left the room.

Mu Ye’s eyes darkened; he hated Si Fuqing to the core.

What irked him even more was that after Si Fuqing had removed her makeup, she had won over a large number of fans. She was no longer the insignificant person he could trample on at will.

Mu Ye felt deflated.

He was now powerless even to challenge Si Fuqing.

At that moment, his phone rang. It was his agent.

Mu Ye hurriedly answered, “Sister Ning, 1—”

Before he could finish, he was cut off. The voice on the other end was cold and formal, “The company is aware of your situation. We have only one requirement: maximize profits.”

Mu Ye was puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“Tonight is your first public performance,” the voice continued, “and the first elimination. Only fifty-five people will advance. Before you withdraw, you should challenge Si Fuqing to a battle and make her perform on stage.” “She’s a mentor, and I’m a trainee,” Mu Ye became agitated, “What if she doesn’t accept?”

“It doesn’t matter whether she accepts or not,” the voice sneered. “This is a live performance. If she doesn’t go on stage, it means she can’t perform.”

“And if she does perform, even better. Can she sing? Can she dance? If not, it will affect the popularity of her students as well. Fans care about talent. Do you really think you can conquer the world with just a pretty face?”

After a pause, the voice added, “We’ve also discussed this with Feng Peizhi. She agrees. Only you can handle this; you’re withdrawing anyway, so it won’t affect much.”

Mu Ye clenched his phone tightly and spoke in a deep voice, “Fine, even without Sister Ning asking, I would have done it.” Si Fuqing can’t sing or dance, how would she perform?