Almighty, Your Persona Has Collapsed

Chapter 3: A Book

Xi Nancheng held up the next namelist. “That’s enough.”

Obviously, he had made up his mind not to watch the recording. Even the second place would pale in comparison to an outstanding individual like Ye Shuning, let alone Meng Fu.

Tang Ze shook his head helplessly. He had wanted to say, ‘I think she will be a hit’ but swallowed his words in the end.

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Outside the individual assessment venue.

After the performance, Meng Fu noticed that Zhao Fan was holding onto her sunglasses and waiting for her in the blind spot of the security cameras.

Seeing Zhao Fan, Meng Fu slowed down her pace, turned sideways, and glanced at Zhao Fan. With her lips curled up, Meng Fu tapped her slender finger on the brooch in front of her chest unhurriedly, motioning to Zhao Fan to look at it.

Zhao Fan was initially stunned. She then saw the obvious ‘C’ grade on the brooch in front of Meng Fu’s chest. She could not help but widen her eyes.

Meng Fu was tone-deaf, her singing was out of tune, and her pronunciation was unclear. She could barely get an ‘E’ with such abilities. Yet, she was graded a ‘C’ today?

Seeing Zhao Fan’s expression, Meng Fu retracted her smile. Raising her eyebrows, she smoothed her slightly wrinkled sleeves and then walked into the waiting room. It was only after Meng Fu’s departure that Zhao Fan cupped her cheeks with both hands.

At this moment, the waiting room was already filled with the Group A girls who had already been assessed. After an audition and many rounds of selection, there were only five groups left: ‘A’, ‘B’, ‘C’, ‘D’ and ‘E’. Each group comprised 6, 8, 12, 15, and 24 members respectively.

At the end of the television program, the six most popular members from Group A, would form a band. The eight members of Group B would be offered engagement contracts, and the rest of the participants would be eliminated.

At this juncture, a group of five was chatting softly amongst themselves.
They were surrounding a girl with waist-length hair. Meng Fu knew who this girl was: Ye Shuning.

The group of five cast a friendly glance at Meng Fu when they saw her walking towards them. They then continued their conversation with Ye Shuning.

“Ningning, Meng Fu got a ‘C’ this time. Did she improve that quickly?” Staring at Meng Fu, a girl with a baby face said.

She was Jiang Ran, now ranked fifth based on the online voting results.

She had been portraying a “candid and forthright’ image, a “dare to speak the truth” public persona, in the show, and had garnered a lot of fans.

Ye Shuning neither turned her eye nor glanced at Meng Fu. She merely smiled at the words of the surrounding people but did not express any agreement with their sarcasm. This was not out of courtesy. This was because she did not see the need to lower herself to their level by deriding someone who had nothing but a pretty face.

Despite being ostracized, Meng Fu did not feel the slightest bit awkward. She sat down in the furthest seat in the last row and crossed her long and slender legs. From the back pocket of her shorts, she took out a very small book, placed it on her lap, and then flipped through it slowly.

The rest of the members successively entered the place after their assessment.

Meanwhile, the program planner was at the backstage photography office, surveying the grounds with the cameras. He saw Meng Fu, often a busybody who liked to gain the favor of others, sitting on a stool quietly.