Chapter 147: All Four Groups Gather
Jiang Chuchu’s calm demeanor clearly stunned everyone.
“Uh, hello. May I ask what’s going on?” Bai Qingyin spoke first.
“The situation inside wasn’t suitable for my practice, so I came out,” Jiang Chuchu replied.
Everyone had watched last night’s program and knew Jiang Chuchu’s name. The artists had also done their own research and knew she was the heiress of the Yongchang Group.
As for students from the arts department, they were even more aware of her identity.
Jiang Chuchu put down her brush and looked directly at Gu Qinghuan: “You didn’t even bring a little treat?”
Gu Qinghuan dug into her pockets twice and pulled out four large White Rabbit candies. “Want some milk candy?”
“Sure, some sugar is good,” Jiang Chuchu said, reaching out.
Gu Qinghuan ran over excitedly and placed the candies in Jiang Chuchu’s hand.
“Right,” Le Yi suddenly remembered. “You’re the class president of Class 3, and she’s in Class 3 too.”
“Chuchu is our class’s discipline officer,” Gu Qinghuan answered.
Jiang Chuchu unwrapped a candy and popped it into her mouth. “Are you here to see Ye Weiyu?”
“Yes, to check progress,” Lou Cheng gestured toward the room. “It seems your group isn’t doing too well?”
Jiang Chuchu didn’t comment, instead turning to open the rehearsal room door.
As soon as the door opened, the noise inside grew louder. However, the people inside quickly noticed the crowd outside and immediately fell silent.
The tallest girl had sharp, fierce eyes. Her gaze was highly aggressive: “What’s going on?”
Bai Qingyin stepped forward: “We’re here to visit.”
She looked around: “Where’s Ye Weiyu?”
The other two girls, dressed somewhat similarly, glanced at each other. The one with the hairpin in her bangs spoke first: “Little Fish said he had something to do this morning, so he’ll be late. We’re rehearsing for now.”
The girl with the slanted ponytail added: “He’ll be here soon. You can wait a bit!”
Lin Xiaoxue had been quietly standing to the side, not saying a word at this moment.
Gu Qinghuan leaned toward Jiang Chuchu: “What are the names of those three girls? I can’t remember.”
Last night, her attention had been focused on Ye Weiyu’s fans and general audience arguments, and then she had to deal with the situation where Su Lin was being attacked by fans—so she hadn’t remembered the names of the three backup dancers.
Jiang Chuchu whispered: “The tall one is the ‘Curl King,’ Mei Qingying. Her aunt is a famous ballet dancer, and her father is the principal of a certain orchestra. Xie Xiangxue said that in terms of skill, Mei Qingying is undoubtedly number one among arts department dancers.”
“The one with the hairpin is Mu Tianxiang, and the girl with the slanted ponytail is Fang Shao. Both specialize in Chinese dance, and there’s naturally some rivalry between them. Mu Tianxiang is a Ye Weiyu fan, and Fang Shao is a girlfriend-type fan. When disputes arise, they can argue endlessly.”
“However, for now, Mei Qingying is drawing the attention, so the other two haven’t had many arguments yet.”
Gu Qinghuan felt her head ache: “This situation is way too complicated.”
Jiang Chuchu spread her hands: “Well, I’m just responsible for calligraphy performances. I only need to practice my own part; I don’t have to deal with them.”
Le Yi perked up to listen; it was impressive that Ye Weiyu could gather all these people into one team.
Lou Cheng took out his phone to call: “My manager has Ye Weiyu’s contact info. I’ll ask him to notify Ye Weiyu to come over, so we can all chat together.”
Gu Qinghuan and Jiang Chuchu exchanged a glance, then quietly ran to a corner to send messages to their class group chat.
Gu Qinghuan: [Lou Cheng’s started! She’s hinting that Ye Weiyu and Jin Ding’s manager are in private contact!]
Jiang Chuchu: [And this line will definitely be broadcast, explaining why Ye Weiyu hasn’t arrived yet.]
Bao Qingsong: [Classmates! Watch the comment section tonight. If it comes up, go along with it. If not, I’ll post it using my alt account!]
Xie Xiangxue: [I think I heard you say you want Ye Weiyu to come over? Has he arrived yet?]
Gu Qinghuan: [Yes, Lou Cheng is calling to notify him. Is anyone near the school gate? Keep an eye out.]
Lian Fenghe: [I’m here! I came to manage the gardening club today, near the school gate.]
Jiang Chuchu: [From the gate here takes about 7–8 minutes. Once Ye Weiyu appears, find a topic and get him to say a few words.]
Qin Yue: [What topic should we use to guide Ye Weiyu into trouble?]
Bao Qingsong: [From recent interactions, the easiest way to provoke him is by challenging his belief in his own excellence despite lack of real achievements.]
Ai Ning: [Hahaha, that’s harsh but true!]
Jiang Chuchu: [Okay, I know how to phrase it.]
Jiang Chuchu put down her phone. Lou Cheng had finished the call, saying his manager was notifying Ye Weiyu, and he would arrive soon.
Standing here was awkward, so Gu Qinghuan carried over a stack of floor cushions.
The rehearsal room was small and designed for dance, with one mirrored wall and a special floor mat—no chairs were usually placed there.
Jiang Chuchu moved out a folding table, covered with water-writing cloth, requiring only a bottle of water and a brush—no ink needed.
Gu Qinghuan spread the cushions: “Let’s sit down, standing is too tiring.”
Le Yi immediately came to help: “I’ll handle it.”
Although there were four groups, Lou Cheng’s and Nuo Qingyin’s groups each only had two people. Le Yi’s group, plus screenwriter Wen Ye, had five, but Lu Jian and Yu Yuan weren’t here today, leaving only Le Yi, Gu Qinghuan, and Wen Ye.
Ye Weiyu’s group ended up with the most people. Not counting him, there were five present.
The four groups sat in a circle and started chatting.
Mu Tianxiang and Fang Shao were the most wary, showing the same cautiousness Gu Qinghuan had noticed in Ye Weiyu’s fans last night—assuming others meant them no good.
Mu Tianxiang asked: “What are you here for?”
Nuo Qingyin shrugged: “The performers from all groups have finalized their acts. We also saw the performances on the show last night. We just want to see everyone’s progress.”
Lou Cheng bluntly added: “Also, you want to show off your ‘treasure,’ right?”
The students immediately shifted their gaze to Ning Fu. From last night’s program, Ning Fu’s performance had indeed been outstanding.
Suddenly in the spotlight, Ning Fu became nervous, nodding timidly, appearing as inconspicuous as usual.
Le Yi raised his hand and said frankly: “Initially, our group was visiting to understand the other groups’ progress. Also, since two actors weren’t present today and progress was temporarily stalled, we thought we’d do something else to change the mood.”
Lou Cheng followed: “Our group came first. Since our performance is a recitation, we can spare a little time. I decided to follow and check Nuo’s group too.”
Hearing the three artists’ statements, Mu Tianxiang’s expression darkened slightly, but she remained cautious, her tone stiff: “We still have a lot to do. We might not have time to entertain you.”
“Still in the choreography stage, that’s understandable,” Nuo Qingyin nodded in understanding. But as soon as she finished speaking, Mei Qingying’s face darkened.
Lin Xiaoxue stammered: “Well, actually, the music isn’t finalized yet… Yesterday we each suggested a song, and Mr. Ye said he’d decide…”
Nuo Qingyin froze, confused, and asked the question everyone was wondering: “Then what were you arguing about?”
Mei Qingying snapped: “We wanted to see their skill levels to achieve the effects I want, but the differences are too big.”
The rehearsal room fell silent.
Jiang Chuchu decisively took out a spare pair of earplugs and handed them to Gu Qinghuan, who quickly put them on.
No sooner had they done this than Mu Tianxiang and Fang Shao started yelling: “What differences! It’s you who won’t cooperate!”
“Can you consider the actual situation? This is Little Fish’s stage, not just yours!”
Gu Qinghuan gripped Jiang Chuchu’s hand, her expression pained—this was way too frustrating.
