Chapter 128: From Lamb to Wolf
Qin Yue was also asked questions. Feeling completely confused, he ended the conversation, but the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He ran over to Jiang Chuchu to whisper, “You were right before—this Ye Weiyu is… weird.”
As he spoke, he drew a circle on his temple with his index finger, implying that Ye Weiyu had something wrong with his brain.
Jiang Chuchu chuckled, and Gu Qinghuan was curious. “What kind of student is he even looking for?”
“I don’t know. The questions were all over the place—‘Do you know about this program?’ ‘Are you aware of the other artists?’ ‘Who’s your favorite?’… It was like he was hosting the show himself,” Qin Yue said.
He had come over during a basketball substitution, and after speaking, returned to the court.
Just then, Yu Xin lost to Ming Xiaolan, who had won two consecutive games, so both of them went off the court. It was now Jiang Chuchu and Gu Qinghuan’s turn to play.
Ye Weiyu had searched around, unable to find Xu Xinghe or Gu Qinghuan. Frustrated and about to leave, he caught sight of Jiang Chuchu and paused.
“This girl’s quite pretty,” Ye Weiyu murmured. “Can’t find Gu Qinghuan… well, a pretty one will do.”
Tang Huocai looked at Jiang Chuchu, feeling that she seemed familiar. “Wait, she looks…”
Before she could finish, Ye Weiyu had already reached the edge of the court and called to Jiang Chuchu, “Hey, classmate, are you interested in chatting?”
Gu Qinghuan, who was concentrating on a jump smash, got distracted. She hit the shuttlecock but stumbled on landing and immediately fell onto her backside.
Jiang Chuchu was startled, and Yu Xin, who was watching nearby, rushed over. “Qinghuan! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just a bit sore,” Gu Qinghuan said, holding Yu Xin to get back on her feet.
She hadn’t jumped very high and had landed on her buttocks, so her tailbone wasn’t hurt—just sore.
Classmates gathered around. “Class rep, are you okay?” “How did you fall?” “Does it hurt?”
Song Yi and Ai Ning hurried over with a few soft mats. “Come, sit here.”
“Not necessary,” Gu Qinghuan said, half laughing, half crying. “I’ll be fine in a moment.”
Jiang Chuchu walked over with a blank expression. “Lie down and rest.”
“…Okay.”
Gu Qinghuan obediently lay down. The classmates who saw her confirmed she was fine and followed Jiang Chuchu’s lead, glancing at Ye Weiyu, who was still standing there in a daze.
Tang Huocai faintly felt as if a group of little lambs had instantly turned into big gray wolves.
Jiang Chuchu held a badminton racket in her hand, tapping it slowly against her other palm. “Can you explain what exactly you’re trying to do?”
Gu Qinghuan rubbed her arms on the mat. Jiang Chuchu’s tone was full of authority.
Peeking through the crowd, Gu Qinghuan noticed something unexpected—Ye Weiyu had someone familiar with him, the slender young woman she had seen in the store at noon.
Hearing Jiang Chuchu’s question, Ye Weiyu felt a flash of irritation.
He had just recovered from the shock of realizing that the girl who had fallen was Gu Qinghuan. Seeing the current situation, he also knew she was quite popular in class, clearly capable socially.
In that case, Ye Weiyu thought that inviting Gu Qinghuan wasn’t just to ride the program’s hype—it was a genuine invitation.
But now, being questioned like this by Jiang Chuchu made him feel a bit embarrassed. It was just a fall—why make such a big deal out of it?
Moreover, the fall probably wasn’t accidental; maybe Gu Qinghuan had done it on purpose to attract his attention.
Just as he was about to frown, Tang Huocai stepped forward, blocking him, and apologized to Jiang Chuchu, “Sorry, Miss Jiang, Ye Weiyu was just anxious to quickly find students for forming teams.”
Jiang Chuchu raised an eyebrow. “You know me? What’s your name?”
“I’m Tang Huocai. I once attended Miss Jiang’s 10th birthday party with my mother,” Tang Huocai kept her head bowed.
Jiang Chuchu was slightly surprised. Tang, and the name “Huocai,” a gemstone term… was this the Tang family she knew?
Why would a Tang daughter work in entertainment? If it were for an endorsement, that would make sense, but she seemed like an assistant.
She pushed her curiosity aside, relaxing her stance. “I understand. But even if in a hurry, you shouldn’t suddenly speak out. You could have waited until we finished this rally.”
“My friend fell because of him; at least an apology is owed, right?” Jiang Chuchu directed her gaze at Ye Weiyu.
Ye Weiyu’s face turned pale—apologizing to a high schooler? How would he face anyone afterward?
But seeing Tang Huocai’s attitude, he understood Jiang Chuchu’s status wasn’t simple.
Ye Weiyu reluctantly chose to swallow his pride: “Sorry, I was too anxious.”
Jiang Chuchu moved aside slightly, letting classmates clear the way so Gu Qinghuan could see. “Apologize to my friend, not me.”
Tang Huocai finally saw Gu Qinghuan’s face. Shock and guilt washed over her.
She never expected that the “Gu Qinghuan” Ye Weiyu was looking for—the girl who had helped her at noon—was the same person.
At that time, she had been busy delivering drinks to Ye Weiyu and hadn’t asked for the girl’s name, thinking she would have a chance to thank her later.
She initially assumed a girl noticed by both Bai Qingyin and Le Yi would be attention-seeking. Ye Weiyu’s addition would make her more prominent, which wouldn’t be a bad thing for a girl wanting to show herself.
Having interacted with Gu Qinghuan, she knew she didn’t crave the spotlight; otherwise, she would have introduced herself at noon, realizing Tang Huocai was part of the show crew.
Tang Huocai felt deeply ashamed for her misunderstanding and for causing trouble for Gu Qinghuan, almost unable to raise her head.
Compared to her, Ye Weiyu felt only frustrated.
Gu Qinghuan was still a bit dazed, but she agreed with Jiang Chuchu. Ye Weiyu did need to apologize.
It had nothing to do with his status—if you do something wrong, you should apologize.
However, judging by Ye Weiyu’s expression, it was clear he was only apologizing because Jiang Chuchu forced him; it wasn’t sincere. Probably, he was cursing silently in his mind.
Her backside didn’t hurt much anymore. Gu Qinghuan got up and added, “It’s fine. That’s enough, I’m already okay.”
Jiang Chuchu slightly disapproved but saw Gu Qinghuan’s calm expression and said nothing, letting her handle it.
Gu Qinghuan stepped in front of Jiang Chuchu, met Ye Weiyu’s gaze, and smiled. “Mr. Ye, you’ve been searching here for quite a while and still found nothing. It seems our class isn’t a good fit for your needs. Please look for someone more suitable.”
Class 3 understood. Alright—during the show, this guy won’t get a single bit of help or cooperation from them!
Besides, everyone was annoyed that he caused their class rep to fall and didn’t apologize. And he still dared call himself an idol?
If they wanted, they could even make things troublesome during filming.
If Bai Qingyin found out Class 3’s opinion, she would surely laugh: Ye Weiyu doesn’t need to stir trouble—he’s already coordinating with Jin Ding Entertainment. His fate is sealed.
