"Doctor..."

The fatty began to tremble again. He spoke in a very small voice, as if to remind Jiang Cheng.

But after a sharp pinch to his waist, he immediately shut his mouth.

Jiang Cheng's meaning couldn't be clearer.

Afterwards, the fatty felt somewhat relieved. Since he could see the abnormality in Director Li, Jiang Cheng certainly could as well.

He probably already had a plan to escape.

"How did Chen Yao die?" Jiang Cheng asked for the second time.

Director Li raised her head. The face beneath her sunglasses seemed foreign to them. After a long while, her hoarse voice sounded again: "She hanged herself."

"Suicide?"

The woman nodded, "Yes."

Honestly, the fatty didn't quite believe the woman in front of him. He even suspected whether the woman was actually Director Li.

Chen Yao's name might be real, referring to the female student who turned into a ghost after death, but... the fatty pursed his lips. Cold sweat trickled down his neck, dampening his collar.

Who could be sure that the woman in front of him wasn't Chen Yao?

She... might just be a ghost.

The fatty's instinctive reaction was to grab the camera slung across Jiang Cheng's body to test her, but as soon as he reached out, he met Jiang Cheng's murderous gaze.

The fatty shuddered and lowered his hand again.

When the fatty looked again, Jiang Cheng's expression was as normal as ever.

The latter looked at the woman, his jaw tight, as if waiting for her to speak.

"Chen Yao was a freshman in the class of '09," the woman slowly began.

Her hoarse voice was very immersive, instantly transporting the two back to their own era.

"I was a year older than her, so I was considered her senior."

"I was the host of the welcoming party that year. She had a performance at the party, and that's how we met."

"She was very beautiful and a talented singer and dancer. She shone brightly at the welcoming party, attracting many people's attention. I could see that she had a lot of potential, especially in ballet, so I suggested that she switch to the ballet major."

She paused and explained, "She originally applied for modern dance when she first came to school."

"Dance Department, Class One?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Yes," the woman nodded, then remained silent for a while before continuing, "This is the most regrettable decision I've ever made in my life."

Her voice was low, and her lips formed a strange curve.

To personally send her rival in love to her fiancé's side... The fatty couldn't help but think, this woman has a really big heart.

Of course, he would never dare to say these words out loud.

His face showed appropriate indignation, following the woman's lead.

"At first, it was fine. I wasn't wrong. Her achievements in classical ballet were far greater than in modern dance. In just one month, her posture, figure, steps... had all reached a high level."

She continued, "Even my fiancé praised this girl highly. Some teachers even said in private that Chen Yao was... born for classical ballet."

"The freshmen of the class of '09 were very lucky. They hadn't even been in school for half a year when they encountered the school's anniversary celebration. Not only would all the teachers and students be present, but also some alumni with status, even some celebrities, film company bosses, and producers, would be invited to participate."

"You may not understand, but for those of us who study art, the importance of connections and opportunities is even greater than our own professional skills."

"Some promising talents who spend their whole lives pursuing the limits of art remain unknown until their deaths simply because they don't have the opportunity."

Jiang Cheng nodded, his expression sorrowful, and said, "I know a little bit about the entertainment industry. It's so cruel that it eats people without spitting out their bones. A good person can go in, and maybe a few years later, when they look back, they won't even recognize themselves."

The woman raised her head. There seemed to be a change in the way she looked at Jiang Cheng. "Have you ever been in this circle?"

The fatty sweated for Jiang Cheng, thinking, just let her talk in peace, why do you have to interrupt? If you can't answer, the bodies of both of you might stink in a few days.

No, the good thing here is that the bodies won't stink.

At most, they will just disappear for no reason.

"Something like that," Jiang Cheng straightened his back and casually unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, appearing extremely calm.

The fatty shuddered, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

"I was the top pick at the night club back then," Jiang Cheng nodded very formally, "You know what a top pick is, right? It means that once a customer chooses me, they won't look at anyone else."

The next second, Jiang Cheng slowly extended his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and pointed the fist at the woman in front of him. His solemn expression made the fatty think he was a normal person.

The fatty was stunned. His teeth were chattering. He didn't understand what kind of medicine Jiang Cheng had taken. How did the style of painting suddenly become passionate and inexplicable?

Until Jiang Cheng shouted the next sentence—

"They said I had no other faults except being expensive!"

Fatty: "..."

The woman also seemed to be confused by Jiang Cheng's strange remarks. It took her a long time to react, and the first thing she did after reacting was to draw a line between herself and Jiang Cheng.

"Mr... Mr. Hao," the woman revealed an embarrassed expression for the first time in front of the two of them, "We... it seems that we are not talking about the same thing. We are artists, you... no, you are..."

"I am also an artist," Jiang Cheng shouted dissatisfied, "I have even dedicated myself to art!"

Fatty: "...Dedicated yourself to art, my ass."

"Mr... Mr. Hao," the woman took a deep breath, so deeply that even her mask changed slightly, "In short, we are different."

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Cheng said, "I just need to know what's going on."

The woman felt that she couldn't reach a consensus with Jiang Cheng on this issue, so she had to switch back to the previous topic, but as she continued to speak, the fatty gradually felt a difference.

The strange aura surrounding the woman seemed to have weakened a lot, and the woman's physical movements became more coordinated, without the puppet-like feeling she had at the beginning.

He seemed to realize something and immediately looked at Jiang Cheng.

Compared with before, Jiang Cheng was no different. He occasionally echoed the woman, as if he was very interested.

But the fatty had very good eyesight. He noticed a flash of light on Jiang Cheng's forehead as he nodded from time to time.

It was a drop of sweat, slowly sliding down along the corner of his eye.

In just one minute, Jiang Cheng's head... had inexplicably appeared covered in sweat. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as drenched in sweat.

"Because Chen Yao improved very quickly, the school was preparing to choose her to perform on stage," the woman gritted her teeth, "It was a rare opportunity for a solo dance."

"And then?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Hearing this, the woman suddenly raised her head. Even through her sunglasses, one could feel the sinister gaze shooting out from her eyes, "But she gave up. She said she wanted... to find a dance partner to dance with her!"