Conflict

“That’s her?” Wei Jingke took a look and there happened to be a woman on the screen whose temperament and features were far superior to those of ordinary people. He threw the apple into his mouth and laughed. “Her features are merely… average. She is indeed beautiful and exudes a special aura, but she could not be compared to my mother, much less Divine Doctor Feng.”

Su Di glanced at the TV. “That is Ye Shuning. Ms. Meng is up next.”

…

“It’s not her?” Wei Jingke paused, then sat upright, looking at the TV in surprise. “Then I’ll wait.”

The domestic competition was not popular abroad, but it still garnered some attention. He could easily find Meng Fu’s photos on the internet. But Wei Jingke, a pampered son of a wealthy family, would not search for someone who was worlds apart from him. He did not even bother to search for Ye Shuning, not to mention Meng Fu.

Of course, after Su Di mentioned Meng Fu to him, Wei Jingke began to imagine what Meng Fu looked like. He tried to visualize her features based on the beauties he knew well.

Su Di had mentioned Meng Fu several times in front of Wei Jingke. Based on those instances, he had the impression that she must have exceptional facial features. However, it was likely that she had a unique temperament. After all, if one were unsophisticated and did not have extensive knowledge, it was useless to have good looks. Su Cheng was the only person that he knew to be very classy.

Even if he were disfigured, he still had a unique temperament. Without a strong family background and class, one had already lost half the battle.

When he saw the spotlights shining on the eight contestants on the TV, his gaze was attracted to the woman in black wearing a baseball cap on the left. Although only a small part of her face could be seen, he could see that she had an exquisite lower jaw. The corners of her lips curled lazily. This was not a gentle and well-behaved smile. Instead, it was alluring, as if looking disdainfully at the audience.

Wei Jingke had seen too many beauties in his life. When his mother was young, she was hailed as the top beauty in their circles. Although this title was later given to other people, it was enough to prove his mother’s beauty.

He grew up being used to seeing beauties like his mother. Therefore, he was basically immune to beautiful women. The woman, Feng Weizheng that he spoke of, was merely someone with good looks to him. She was not a dazzling beauty.

However, when he gazed at the girl in front of him, he lost his train of thought, even forgetting to chew the apple in his mouth. Perhaps he had not been expecting much.

It took him a while before he swallowed the apple in his mouth. “She is gorgeous. Her features are indeed exquisite. It is no wonder Brother Cheng could not leave.”

Having said that, he glanced upstairs before looking at Su Di again. “Does she really look better in person than on camera? When is your next meeting with her? Let’s go and meet her together. My curiosity will only be satisfied after I see her in person.”

People used different settings like filters and beauty options when taking videos. One’s complexion could look different in person. Su Di went upstairs to deliver tea to Su Cheng. Hearing the words, he glanced at Wei Jingke and said nothing.

**

Meng Fu was having a conversation with Zhao Fan.

“After your public performance this time, I will bring you to meet Manager Sheng.” Zhao Fan had also submitted her resignation from the company. Fortunately, Best Idol was not arranged by the company, and therefore the impact was not huge.” You received a particularly good response on today’s episode of Best Idol. Your fan count is skyrocketing. Let me republish the official Weibo post.”

Zhao Fan signed into Meng Fu’s account, handed the cell phone to Meng Fu, and smiled. “You can repost it. You can use this account in the future. Just be mindful not to post threads randomly.”

After spending time with her, Zhao Fan knew that Meng Fu did not like it when others touched her stuff. Meng Fu realized that this was the official account created by the female reporter.

She took the cell phone and glanced at her 700,000 followers on Weibo. She could not help but raise her eyebrows. “Didn’t you say that the number of fans skyrocketed?”

“You only had 600,000 fans before today. Basically, all of them were anti-fans. Isn’t it a big jump if the number of fans increased by 100,000?” Zhao Fan gave her an angry look. “In the entire girl group, you have the third most fans. Nan Qiu has 1.2 million followers, but all of them are loyal fans. You don’t have to bother with Ye Shuning. She has seven million followers. Any Weibo post of hers receives tens of thousands of comments.”

With seven million fans, she could be regarded as a popular artist. This was why when Meng Fu had talked about the international stage back then, Zhao Fan felt that she was indulging in fantasy. This was also the reason why the program crew thought more better of Ye Shuning. She had many fans.

“Okay.” Meng Fu composed a Weibo post and sent it before returning the cell phone to Zhao Fan. “I see, I’ll go for rehearsal.”

The next public performance was just around the corner. There would be more viewers this time. It was the penultimate performance and would be broadcast online. In order to make sure that everything went as planned, rehearsals were necessary.

**

As usual, the rehearsal was held in the sports stadium. Meng Fu, Chu Yue and the other girls went there by vehicles arranged by the program crew. There were a total of 49 people in the vehicle. Ye Shuning was not with them because she had individual training as usual. She usually traveled in a separate vehicle and was rarely ever around them as a result.

Upon arriving at the sports stadium, they went backstage to change into their clothes. Wei Jin was a little nervous when she tested the mic. “There will be a live-stream on the internet tomorrow…”

Chu Yue changed her clothes. Her expression was still cool and collected. She tried her mic. “Just perform as usual and treat everyone as a carrot.”

Wei Jin took a deep breath. She, Meng Fu, and a few others quickly changed their clothes. There was only one mic left on the table. Meng Fu took her time in changing into her clothes. By the time she was done, the mic on the table outside was gone.

“Where is Sister Fu’s mic? Where’s logistics?” Wei Jin quickly discovered the problem.

The front-stage crew kept hurrying them. This was a fast-paced rehearsal. If the whole rehearsal was delayed because of one person, it would set everything back a lot.

Chu Yue came over to take a look and frowned. “Isn’t everyone supposed to have a mic? Meng Fu’s mic was still there when we left to change our clothes. Where is the staff?”

Wu Yatong directly approached the staff to ask.

The staff was busy. He felt annoyed at their questions. He looked at them very impatiently and spoke in an angry tone. “You are so annoying! What are you in a hurry for? Are you rushing to reincarnate?! Ms. Ye’s mic was broken so we gave her the mic. You can wait for a new one. If you can’t wait, then so be it. Can’t you see that I am busy?!”