MBFAAO 7: Fateful Encounter
by starlightxelLingjun Qingci:【I’m a bit confused, who will tell me—does this girl mean ‘This is Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan looks like this’? …】
Zhongjin:【I don’t believe it. Hand slipped and replied to the wrong thread, right?】
Xiao Xiongmei:【What do you mean she replied to the wrong thread, I went and scrolled through her Weibo, and it’s all content related to Voice and Visual Idol. She’s obviously a fan of the show!】
Xiao Yumao:【As long as you’re not blind, you’d know this isn’t the same person. Disperse, disperse, not going to accompany a film rookie’s marketing.】 …
The little nurse Li Yuanyuan looked at her Weibo with a guilty conscience, no longer daring to go on and reply.
Just now, excited for a moment, she couldn’t help but be filled with righteous indignation, and fast-handedly posted the group photo from the hospital that day. Seeing it turn into a hot reply, she became a little worried again.
—This was a private photo she asked for using her work convenience, and the background was a hospital ward. She wondered if it would violate some privacy and make the little brother Cheng Yan unhappy?
Forget it, there was nothing to be indignant about anymore. According to the timeline, last night’s top twenty to top ten recording was already finished. That little brother Cheng Yan should have been eliminated long ago, so what was the point of her doing this unnecessary extra step?
She felt unconvinced in her heart, but didn’t dare post any more photos to stir up trouble. She could only puff up her cheeks in anger and close Weibo.
However, what she didn’t know was that, just half an hour after she turned off her phone, her reply with the picture completely became the number one hot comment under Huang Yi’s Weibo, and it never came down again.
There was only one reason.
Gold-medal producer Liu Zifeng, under her refutation, lightly clicked a like.
Eh?!
…
Of course, Cheng Yan was equally unaware of all this.
Having just experienced a comeback against the wind and advanced once more, even with the utmost confidence in himself, thinking about it now, his heart still seemed to be beating rapidly.
At this moment, he was being pulled into a car by his manager Hu Fan, who was earnestly advising him, “For tonight’s gathering, you just need to show your face. Those coming all have big backgrounds. This seat to accompany them in drinking and singing is something people fight broken heads1A vivid idiom meaning to fight fiercely or compete brutally for something in extremely high demand. over!”
Cheng Yan wanted to interrupt, but Hu Fan didn’t give him a chance at all. “The big-name Director Zhu’s idol drama is currently casting. Our company helped Zhou Yunying fight for an audition opportunity for the second male lead, and I brazenly helped you fight for one too. Just being able to play ‘Classmate A’2Classmate A” is equivalent to “Extra #1”. in it would be good.”
Cheng Yan finally managed to get a word in. “Hu-ge, I don’t know how to act.”
“If you don’t know how, then learn! You’re no good at singing and dancing—only this face of yours isn’t bad. This is the only path left, do you understand?!” Hu Fan wished iron could turn into steel3A famous Chinese idiom describing the feeling of deep resentment and frustration when someone you care about fails to meet expectations or refuses to improve.. “Your college entrance exam scores were so poor, and you can’t get into a university. You still have to eat in the future, right?”
Cheng Yan: “I…”
“Listen to Hu-ge, I’ve figured it out for you. I refuse to believe that with this face of yours, we can’t book a print ad shoot, or can’t book an nth male role4“Male N” is industry slang for a supporting role so minor it’s just a number, rather than the 1st (Lead), 2nd, or 3rd male lead.!” Hu Fan’s confidence rose again at this point. “Scraping together a living won’t be a problem!”
In the entertainment industry, skilled factions and big-shot actors are certainly rare, but true beauties are equally scarce, okay?
The car drove up to a magnificent private club. Hu Fan grabbed him, standing in front of the elevator. “Look at yourself; now that you’ve been eliminated from the production team, you have to find something to do next. No educational degrees, no skills—you can’t go be a doorman, that would be wasting this face for nothing, wouldn’t it?”
Cheng Yan finally smiled, his bright eyes carrying a bit of lively playfulness. “Hu-ge, I advanced.”
The doors opened. Hu Fan’s hand was pressing on the elevator button, and upon hearing this, he almost pressed the wrong floor.
“What did you say!?”
“I said, in yesterday’s advancement match, I was sixth.”
Hu Fan stared at him blankly, suddenly reaching out to feel his forehead. “You child, don’t tell me you haven’t recovered completely and are running a fever?”
The elevator arrived. Outside the door of the KTV room, Cheng Yan softly said, “Hu-ge, I didn’t lie to you. Yesterday, I played a guitar piece and everyone was quite surprised, then I advanced. If you don’t believe me, ask Yunying-ge.”
Hu-ge stared at him blankly, his mind a bit muddled.
This child, advanced?! And sixth place? How is this possible?
“Hu-ge, I want to sing, I want to stand on stage.” Cheng Yan looked quietly at Hu Fan, his voice still terribly hoarse. “Acting is something I’m not good at, nor do I have any interest in it. I appreciate the good intentions of you and the company, but as for this kind of drinking and singing accompaniment, let’s just forget it.”
Just then, a laugh came from behind, carrying immense ridicule.
“Aiyo, Young Master Jin, someone looks down on your dinner party.”
As soon as Hu-ge raised his head, his heart suddenly thumped wildly: Things are bad!
Behind the two of them, several young wealthy masters stood there at some unknown point, each dressed uncommonly well, with a domineering aura.
One look and you could tell they weren’t ordinary people. Among them was probably the sugar daddy investor5Internet and industry slang for wealthy investors or sponsors who fund projects. Also know as financial backer or sponsor. “Daddy” is used semi-jokingly to show reverence to the people holding the purse strings. for tonight. Their conversation just now was heard by these people!
The person speaking had a head of curly hair, a slighting expression, and wore a mocking smile.
Moreover, the man he called Young Master Jin had an outstanding appearance with a pair of peach blossom eyes, currently sizing up Hu Fan and Cheng Yan.
“Which company are you from?” He was pleasant and agreeable, his peach blossom eyes6A traditional Chinese poetic description of a specific eye shape. These eyes are long, slightly curved up at the ends, and often look watery, romantic, or perpetually smiling, giving the person a very charming and naturally flirtatious appearance. carrying a hint of a smile. “How about you two head back first tonight, there’s no need to trouble the people of your esteemed company.”
Hu Fan’s mouth was full of bitterness, and he hurriedly apologized with a smile, “No, no! The child is only in his teens, he’s ignorant and speaking nonsense…”
It would be one thing to just waste Cheng Yan’s opportunity, but if it caused Zhou Yunying, whom the company was heavily promoting, to also lose his opportunity, he would also be in massive trouble!
Cheng Yan wasn’t actually just a teenager, and he knew in his heart that he had caused trouble for Hu-ge. He silently lowered his head and stopped speaking.
However, by his ear, a cold sneer sounded.
“Want to sing, want to stand on stage?” That voice was low and magnetic, also carrying a bit of ruffian-like laziness. “Just relying on this broken gong voice7An idiom used to describe a harsh, extremely hoarse, or unpleasant singing/speaking voice (like hitting a cracked gong).?”
Cheng Yan raised his head and looked toward the source of the voice.
Just a few dozen centimeters away, a young man with long legs and broad shoulders, wearing a full set of custom-made designer casual clothes, was hugging his arms diagonally, half-leaning against the side of the elevator.
He was tall, so he appeared to look down from a height when looking at people.
A pair of pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly downwards. His features were handsome to the extreme, but carried a bit of the pampered arrogance of someone in a superior position.
His gaze swept critically across Cheng Yan’s face. In an instant, Cheng Yan’s breath caught, a suffocating pressure pressing down on him.
Cheng Yan pressed his lips tightly together, smartly staying silent.
Why take things seriously with this kind of rich young master? They weren’t the same kind of people anyway.
However, that young man didn’t plan on letting him go. Hugging his arms, he brought his handsome face a bit closer, looking at him seriously. “Hey, I’m asking you a question. Do you think just anyone can sing?”
Cheng Yan couldn’t dodge it anymore.
He raised his eyes, his pitch-black pupils meeting the man’s gaze. He answered frankly with that hoarse voice, “Yeah, I want to sing, and I like it too.”
His frankness seemed a bit untimely and unappreciative. The man looked at him fixedly, not speaking for a long while.
“Hahaha!” The few rich young masters nearby who were watching curiously couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst into laughter together.
The young man with curly hair laughed even harder, nearly doubling over. “Jin-ge, your entertainment company is no good. The little fresh meat you picked is definitely good-looking, but with this voice, how is he going to recite lines?”
That Young Master Jin smiled and rolled his eyes at him. “Stop talking nonsense, my company didn’t pick one like this.”
Amidst the teasing, only that man didn’t laugh, instead continuing to look at Cheng Yan scrutinizingly.
After a long while, he finally pulled his face back, an ambiguous smile floating on the corners of his lips.
Fortunately, he wasn’t aggressive anymore. He bypassed Cheng Yan and Hu Fan at the doorway and took the lead in pushing open the door to the KTV private room.
The remaining few people seemed to follow his lead. Seeing him ignore them, they all smiled and followed him inside. From within the door, the chatting and laughing of several people could be faintly heard.
“I thought Young Master Lin was going to use his poisonous tongue8A slang term adopted from Japanese (dokuzetsu) meaning someone who makes very sharp, sarcastic, or harshly critical remarks.. Not making the person cry—it really doesn’t seem like your usual style.”
“Being so gentle, it must be because he saw the child was pretty.”
“Bullsh*t, there are plenty much prettier than this, and I’ve never seen Young Master Lin show tender affection for a woman. Didn’t he just scold a little wild model9An industry term for freelance models who do not have a proper agency backing them. They often rely on attending these wealthy dinner parties (or taking small gigs) to get connections. bloody on Weibo last time?”
Amidst the noise, that lazy magnetic voice could be heard snorting. “Get lost, didn’t you see he’s still a child? Can’t be bothered.”
Outside the door, Hu Fan wiped away cold sweat, feeling both relieved and fearful in hindsight.
The door opened, and Zhou Yunying’s manager walked out from inside. Catching sight of Hu Fan, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face, and he raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Why aren’t you going in?”
This Hu Fan really didn’t know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is, insisting on helping this worthless Cheng Yan fight for some opportunity. His brain must have been eaten by dogs.
He’s like a block of wood. What’s the use of looking good? He’s absolutely not as tactful as Zhou Yunying. Give him as many opportunities as you want, he will still screw them up!
Hu Fan scratched his head awkwardly, but didn’t dare tell Cheng Yan to go in anymore. Those words Cheng Yan just said wouldn’t make any sponsor happy. Them not pursuing the matter was already magnanimous—going in again to add to their annoyance would just be meaningless.
Just as he was looking for an excuse, the private room door opened. A secretary-looking person smiled and waved at them. “Young Master Jin said to call you guys in.”
Inside the room, Lin Liekai was just lighting a cigarette, looking sideways at Jin Xun. “Are you sick in the head? What did you call that child for?”
Jin Xun narrowed his peach blossom eyes. “Didn’t I call him for you? I saw you talked to him so much.”
Lin Liekai frowned. “Nonsense—I just casually struck up a conversation. Didn’t you hear the child acting all aloof and noble, unwilling to accompany the party?”
“Aiyo, of the people who come here, who isn’t crying and shouting to hook up with us?” The curly-haired guy put his arm around a delicate little female star and pinched her cheek. “Right, Xiaoya?”
The one speaking was exactly that ruffian-like curly haired Shi Jun, one of the childhood friends.
The girl beside him shyly lowered her head and softly said, “Yes, being able to come here and see the world is our blessing.”
“Couldn’t you just tell them to leave?” Lin Liekai’s thick eyebrows knitted together as he casually took the red wine handed over by someone nearby.
Jin Xun rolled his eyes at him. “If I tell them to go back, this child will get scolded to death by his company later—do you believe that?”
With that, Lin Liekai stopped talking.
“Didn’t that child say he likes singing? Let him sing and see, maybe it’s a rock voice?” Jin Xun said with a smile.
Beside him, Zhou Yunying carefully approached Lin Liekai, his dewy eyes carrying obvious admiration. “President Lin, that’s my junior brother. He doesn’t really know how to sing, and he’s not very sensible. How about I sing a few songs for you to listen to?”
Lin Liekai acted as if he didn’t hear him, paying him absolutely no mind.
Jin Xun looked at him smilingly. “Still better to call your junior brother in—let’s sing together.”
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