As Lin Mucian stepped off the stage, Yang Weiyang watched her with a silly grin.
She quickly retreated to her team, then hid behind Yang Weiyang.
Ling Qianhe looked enigmatic.
“It seems Xiao Ci is shy. But that was just a performance.”
“I’ll leave first. I still have to present the Best Newcomer Award to you all later.”
Yang Weiyang’s silly grin wouldn’t stop, then she suddenly realized something.
“Wait a minute, Xiao Ci, did Mentor Qianhe just spoil something?”
“We’re the Best Newcomers?”
“Is this true? Did he let it slip?”
Lin Mucian mumbled a yes.
She no longer cared about the Best Newcomer Award. She was just stressed – what was she supposed to do with Ling Qianhe acting like this!
Could her career still be saved?
…
The lounge next to theirs was where Lu Keke and Lu Miaoyu were.
After watching the stage, Lu Keke and Lu Miaoyu both gasped.
Lu Miaoyu’s expression grew uglier.
Her mentality had collapsed, utterly collapsed.
Why could Lin Mucian perform so perfectly? And why was Ling Qianhe helping her?
And after they finished their performance.
As expected, they were met with boos from the entire venue.
Their performance was too poor.
Lu Keke cracked her voice again and again.
She couldn’t hit any of her high notes live. She had prepared a backing track, pre-recorded, and only needed to lip-sync.
Unexpectedly, the backing track played the original version, without the pre-recorded vocals. They were forced to sing their hearts out.
Live broadcast.
The result was a tragic musical car crash!
【So awful… off-key, cracked voice, no pitch.】
【Sweet Dream Girls, oh my god, I think Nightmare Girls is more fitting. How could it be this bad? It’s truly terrible – my ears are almost deafened.】
【They dare to be idols like this? And their dancing isn’t synchronized at all.】
【Xiao Ci’s team had perfect synchronization, every move identical, incredibly harmonious.】
【This is like dancing while planting rice or performing a shamanic ritual. How dare they stand on stage?】
Everyone was perplexed.
Lu Keke came down and saw the comments.
She almost cried with anger.
She didn’t reflect on herself at all, instead blaming most of the fault on Lu Miaoyu. She stared furiously at Lu Miaoyu, her eyes seeming to want to devour her alive.
“It’s all your fault!”
“If it weren’t for you, there wouldn’t be so many bad reviews. It’s all your fault, you danced too badly.”
Lu Miaoyu hadn’t expected such a dismal outcome. She opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but Lu Keke, accustomed to pride, refused to reflect. Instead, she slammed her phone down heavily.
“If you perform this poorly again, I’ll kick you out of the group—”
Before she could finish speaking, she heard a knock on the door.
Lu Keke’s heart leaped with joy.
“They must be here to tell us we won the newcomer award!”
Although their performance was heavily criticized, her family had already pulled strings for her. This newcomer award was already hers.
She hurried to open the door.
Then she saw a girl outside the door lift her head with a smile.
“Did I disturb you?”
Lu Keke looked coldly at the girl opposite her.
“Are you here to laugh at us?”
Lin Mucian shook her head.
“Of course not. I’m here to give Lu Miaoyu an album. We released a single album. We’re all newcomers in the entertainment industry… so I just came to say hello.”
She walked up to Lu Miaoyu and handed her the album, but Lu Miaoyu fiercely slapped the album from her hand.
“I don’t need your fake kindness!”
“Don’t be so arrogant. I won’t always be inferior to you. Just give me a little more time, and I’ll be much more popular than you.”
How could a girl like Lin Mucian, with terrible talent and clumsy incompetence, attract so many fans?
She herself had been a promising student from Tsinghua and Peking Universities. She was even better looking than Lin Mucian, with superior looks. Why couldn’t she become wildly popular?
She was sure she would be famous!
Being a star wasn’t about background.
She was definitely going to crush her.
Lin Mucian shrugged.
“Whatever you say.”
A good word won’t save a ghost bent on destruction.
She turned to leave, and a staff member from the production crew rushed over, calling her.
“Lin Mucian? Come with me to the front.”
Lu Miaoyu and Lu Keke anxiously called out.
“What about us? What about us? Is it our turn to go on stage to accept the award?”
The staff member glanced at Lu Miaoyu and Lu Keke with a strange expression.
“You? You can leave. There’s nothing for you here anymore.”
Lu Miaoyu looked at Lu Keke.
Didn’t she confidently say she would win the newcomer award?
Lu Keke herself had an expression of disbelief.
“How is that possible… Didn’t I win the newcomer award?”
The staff member looked at them with sarcasm.
“Don’t you look at the real-time voting results?”
“Lin Mucian’s team has thousands of times more votes than you… They have tens of millions of votes, you only have tens of thousands. Aren’t you afraid of embarrassing yourselves on stage to receive an award? You’ll get rotten eggs thrown at you.”
Lu Keke’s face turned purple with anger. She gritted her teeth.
“But… wasn’t it said that the newcomer award doesn’t depend on popularity voting…”
The staff member looked at her as if she were an idiot.
“If it doesn’t depend on popularity voting, then what does it depend on?”
“Are you stupid?”
“We’ve already said, we are very fair and just.”
Lin Mucian walked out with the staff member.
Lu Keke stared blankly at her receding back, feeling as if the sky had darkened.
Lu Miaoyu bit her lip until it almost bled. She couldn’t understand how this could happen, it shouldn’t be like this.
Lin Mucian couldn’t be bothered with Lu Keke and Lu Miaoyu, who felt like their world was ending.
She walked back onto the stage.
The girl in the little dress accepted the trophy from Ling Qianhe.
Ling Qianhe looked at her, his gaze focused.
【Sob sob sob, Brother Qianhe’s gaze is so doting and proud.】
“Congratulations. You won the Best Newcomer Award. It’s well-deserved.”
Lin Mucian nodded her thanks, turned, and stood beside Ling Qianhe, holding the trophy.
He suddenly said.
“Media friends, let’s take a photo together.”
He was surprisingly serious now, as if he wasn’t the one who had held her waist and danced intimately with her on stage just moments ago.
Lin Mucian tried to shrink away, wanting to move away from his side. Yang Weiyang, not understanding, nudged her.
“Xiao Ci?”
“It’s time for photos.”
Lin Mucian: “…”
She forced a professional smile.
After the photos, everyone got off the stage. Ling Qianhe seemed to be escorting her off the stage. He leaned close to her ear and seized an opportunity to tease her.
“Satisfied?”
She maintained her polite smile.
Then Ling Qianhe leaned close to her ear, and in front of everyone, in a voice only she could hear, he teased her to her very core.
“If we weren’t on stage.”
“I and you.”
“Three days and three nights.”
“Don’t expect me to stop.”
Lin Mucian’s cheeks turned red. She coughed desperately.
Yang Weiyang looked at her with confusion and a face full of concern.
“Xiao Ci, did you choke on cold air?”
Her eyes were teary, and she waved her hands repeatedly.
Help… help me!
She was barely holding back her expression management, sob.
Does Ling Qianhe die if he doesn’t tease her?