The makeup room was packed. Yan Qing took one look and turned around, hobbling away with her makeup box.
She faced the mirror and applied her own makeup. She looked down at her left foot. “You’ll have to work hard today.”
For program effects, An Lan told her to keep her Mu Mian identity a secret until her audition.
Although Mu Mian was no A-list celebrity, but she had notable online popularity. She had a group of loyal fans. Moreover, in the past day, she suddenly gained a fervent rich fan. He probably really didn’t know how else to use his money, so he has been sending her private messages on Weibo with screenshots of receipts proving he has been purchasing her songs, and receipts showing he donated to her. He even messaged saying, “Tell me your bank account number.”
Yan Qing thought her head was going to explode. Looking up into the mirror, she touched up her face in satisfaction.
President Huo truly had both money and taste. These makeup products really were top notch. She hid away her pale complexion caused by her pain.
At 9AM, filming officially began. 99 trainees will enter as groups or individually. Before reaching the filming stage, they would first pass through the preparation zone, where they first rank themselves as ABCD or F based on their perceived overall abilities.
Curious, Yan Qing asked Ou Yang, “Why isn’t there E ranking?”
Ou Yang replied, “F isn’t just the letter. It means fail, as in not reaching the lowest of standards.”
Yan Qing thought then, she didn’t want F. She needed to fight and show off her abilities…
so she chose D.
Within a room surrounded by cameras, she smiled brightly and carefully taped her ranking label onto her jacket.
When staff members indicated it was time for her to move forward, Yan Qing straightened her back. Every step she took felt like stepping on glass. She gritted her teeth and continued forward.
[My god! Shen ge, look! Look at her!]
In the large performance hall, the trainees all sat in wait. While they were excited and jittery, their voices were soft. They didn’t dare rush the program’s directors, because —
This performance hall had been redesigned over night. It was on another level than before, now there was the aura of money everywhere. More importantly, up above the 99 trainees, was a new production backroom floor.
The backroom could be divided into three sections– the left, right, and middle section. The glass of the rooms were darkened. They couldn’t confirm who was inside the rooms. But in front of the rooms was a placard “Judge Panel.”
With the commanding officers watching over from above, none of the soldiers/trainees dared to draw attention to speak too loudly.
But even as the trainees conducted themselves cautiously, Yan Qing’s appearance still evoked murmurs.
“So pretty —-”
“Wearing a qipao? That’s the killing point for men!”
“She’s a living princess, I can’t look at her.”
“She ranked herself as D???”
The comments below in the performance hall were mustered cautiously. But up above in the backroom, the three person Wechat group named “Help Shen ge Chase His Wife” was being spammed.
The previous comment to Shen ge was from President Su. His fingers flew across his screen. He continued typing. [Shen ge! You’re here to chase your wife right. So you aren’t interested in this girl, right? Then can I —]
President Lin: [Shut your mouth.]
President Su: [Why? Are you interested in her as well?]
Suddenly, both speakers felt a suffering pressure upon them.
President Su turned his head and saw a man’s large silhouette. The hairs at the back of his neck stood up.
Huo Yunshen said out loud, “Do you want to die?”
President Su: ? ? ?
Huo Yunshen: “She’s my wife.”
President Su: ! ! !
Huo Yunshen gripped his chair. He looked down through the one-way glass at Yan Qing.
Her long hair was tied up. Her pale skin almost looked translucent. Her pink qipao stopped just below her thigh, accentuating but also covering her figure.
His eyebrows furrowed.
Yan Qing had just entered. She stood at the center of the stage, greeting and bowing to the other trainees. She spotted an open seat in the middle of the sea of seats, and prepared to go over. After just two steps forward, she suddenly felt a burning gaze on her. It felt like the gaze could touch her. From her hair to her cheeks, all the way down her body….
The gaze swept over her.
Sharp, heavy, and burning fiercely.
Yan Qing felt her lips dry up. Instinctively, she looked up towards the center balcony above.
Who…was inside?
Inadequate Translations 
Well the Groups name is true.
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