Translator: Yunyi
If it was Song Yaoyao, then what was she doing here?
She didnât say anything, but her bandmate, Wang Ruo, gossiped, âSomeone said that it was Director Song who went in. I think it looked like her too. Did you see?â
Huo Tian had never told her bandmates about her relationship with Song Yaoyao, so naturally, they didnât know.
It wasnât hard to understand why she did this. In her heart, she had never acknowledged Song Yaoyao as her aunt, so naturally, she disdained introducing her to outsiders.
Hearing this, she scowled. âWhat does it have to do with me? Instead of paying attention to others, itâs better to prepare well and try not to make any mistakes!â
Even though she said this, her heart was still in turmoil.
After being rebuked by her, the three bandmates no longer had any intention of talking to her.
Instead, they started to practice their songs quietly and moved their bodies slightly.
â¦
âSong Yaoyao, why donât you just debut? I guarantee youâll be famous.â
In the mentorâs lounge, Song Yaoyao had her eyes closed as her makeup artist helped her apply makeup. When she heard these words, she opened her eyes.
A young man with a head full of silver hair, dressed in hip-hop clothing, crossed his arms and casually leaned against the door.
When he saw Song Yaoyao looking over, he whistled.
Song Yaoyao did not even turn her head back. In the mirror, she could already see the face that deserved a beating.
âWhy is it you? If I knew it was you, I wouldnât have come.â
âTchââ
Luo Xingguang ground his molars and walked over, leaning his butt against the makeup table beside her. âSong Yaoyao, youâre meant to be pretty, but why do you have such an annoying mouth?â
Song Yaoyao gestured for the makeup artist to finish.
She turned her head and flexed her wrist.
âIn your eyes, my hands must be pointless.â
As she finished speaking, she bared her fists and turned around to leave.
âTeacher Luo, do you have a good relationship with Teacher Song?â
Luo Xingguang raised his eyebrows. âI-itâs alright.â
â¦
The recording began and the 100 girls took their seats.
Song Yaoyao was seated in the third-to-last row, on the edge.
The moment the girls came up, they saw the person who had taken her seat first. They were so surprised that they stopped in their tracks.
Huo Tian could not help but look at her a few more times.
Song Yaoyao did not look away.
The director shouted from below the stage, âAlright, weâre about to begin.â
When they heard this, the girls immediately jogged over to find their seats.
Soon, the seats below were filled. The seat at the top, which symbolized first place, was the only one that no one dared to sit on.
âAre you⦠Director Song?â a girl asked her softly.
Song Yaoyao looked sideways and saw a baby face.
âGuess.â Song Yaoyao blinked her eyes.
âAh⦠that couldnât be the case, right? Director Song wouldnât participate in a talent showâ¦â
She was already popular enough. Even if she really had a dream of joining a girl group, there was no need for her to come here and start from the bottom.
âIs that so?â A mischievous glint flashed across Song Yaoyaoâs eyes as she cupped her small face and said, âMany people say that I look like her, but I think Iâm more beautiful than Song Yaoyao. What do you think?â
The people around her: ââ¦â
Wasnât this person too narcissistic?
The baby-faced girl who was being questioned: âThis⦠I thinkâ¦â
âWow! Look!â
At this moment, the girlâs words were interrupted.
Song Yaoyao followed everyone and looked over.
The girl who walked in wore a long dress. Her ink-black hair draped over her shoulders and she had a clean temperament, as if she didnât belong to this world. She stood below the stage and smiled shyly when she saw that everyone was sizing her up. Then, she lifted her skirt and stepped on the stairs, walking firmly to the topâ¦
One step, two steps, three stepsâ¦
Her steps were light and elegant, and everyone followed her figure.