CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol

Chapter 261 - 254: Unable to Sleep

After the first public performance was recorded, countless rumors—both true and false—flooded the internet.

The mockery directed at Lv Fangxin never stopped; he has now become the target of everyone’s criticism.

Furthermore, dark secrets about Meng Meixuan and others are continuously being exposed.

Among them, Wang Miaomiao suddenly faced accusations of faking her academic credentials and age, a revelation that dealt her a fatal blow.

Lv Fangxin had initially thought she could rest properly after the first public performance, but unexpectedly, the next day the program team informed them that "Mountain City" would attend a Chanel event.

Sky偶’s program is just too popular; otherwise, Penguin wouldn’t have been able to secure this world-class brand’s promotional activity for them.

"Fangxin, congratulations!"

"Chanel—that’s just amazing."

"When will I ever get such an opportunity?"

Liu Niannian and a few friends gathered around Lv Fangxin, all looking at her with envy.

"I wonder if we’ll get treated to hotpot when we’re there," Lv Fangxin said, rubbing her stomach.

The room instantly went silent before everyone burst into laughter.

"Fangxin, you have to dress stunningly this time, completely blow them all away," Chen Yinghan commented, her eyes full of concern as she held Fangxin’s arm.

"Exactly, let’s all help Fangxin get dolled up!" Yang Han chimed in, stirring up excitement.

Meanwhile, in another dorm room, Lu Bingbing smiled and said to Ye Yuwei, "Yuwei, I’ve got some donkey-hide gelatin here for you. Eat some—you won’t get much rest during the event."

"Thank you, Captain. You should get proper rest too; we’ve all been exhausted lately," Ye Yuwei responded warmly, with a genuine bond of sisterly love.

"Also, take this with you. You can use it while flying," Lu Bingbing added, handing her a neck pillow.

"Haha, Bingbing, you’re so thoughtful! This is really great," Ye Yuwei exclaimed, holding the pillow as if it were some treasured gift.

"Yuwei, is Bingbing always this caring in your group?" Wu Zixuan joined in with curiosity.

"Yes! She’s not just a great mentor for our skills but also a ’mom’ in daily life," Ye Yuwei replied with a smile.

"Wow, you guys are really lucky. Your group is enviable," Wu Zixuan remarked.

Lu Bingbing laughed too and said, "No need to envy us. Once you debut in a group, there will naturally be people taking care of you."

In the practice room, Lai Ruoxuan sat alone on the floor, dazed.

She deeply envied Ye Yuwei and the others, but only the top five could attend the event this time.

"Xiao Qi, what are you thinking?" a gentle voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Zijing, I really want to go to that event," she answered.

"Haha, I want to go too," Zhang Zijing said, sitting beside her freshly washed and emitting a faint perfume scent.

"Zijing, we will definitely become big stars!" Lai Ruoxuan declared with determination.

"Yes, and we’ll have concerts with thousands upon thousands of people attending!"

"So Zijing, we have to work even harder."

The two, initially downcast, exchanged looks in the practice room where the only sound was the distant traffic outside the window.

Their eyes shone with a deep camaraderie forged through shared struggles.

Jiang Mengqi lay on her bed in a melancholy daze.

She had heard about Ye Yuwei and the others attending the Chanel event too.

Her emotions were in turmoil; despite being "Like-King," she wasn’t entirely sure she could stay for the next round.

To her, this might be her final stage. Gao Ziyi would make it through and possibly debut.

But she saw herself returning home to a "gray" life of skewering meat sticks in the dark morning hours, surrounded by greasy fumes, ultimately marrying a man she didn’t even want to.

As her thoughts spiraled into self-pity, a strong, muscular body squeezed into her bed.

"Tiantian, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"Can’t sleep," Luo Tiantian replied, hugging Jiang Mengqi with a touch of sadness in her tone.

"Hasn’t this been the week you kept shouting about sleeping like the end of the world?"

"It felt that way during practice, but after the performance, I can’t sleep. I keep thinking tomorrow might be my last day here."

Jiang Mengqi fell silent, her heart heavy with sorrow.

"Rainbow, this might be the highlight of our lives," she said quietly.

"No, it won’t be. We’ll all make it; we’ll debut together," Luo Tiantian assured, trying to cheer herself and her friend up, though even she barely believed her words.

Li Zimeng, seated on the throne for nine consecutive times, let gentle water wash over her.

Here, she felt lonely—there were no friends around.

She didn’t know how to socialize, didn’t know how to make good friends.

All her life, she felt she had lived in an exquisite cage, leading a mild-mannered and uneventful existence.

She never truly wanted to become a celebrity; it was merely an arrangement by her family.

All for the purpose of marrying into a bigger and more powerful family one day.

As a foreigner, her road to fame on this land was fraught with difficulty.

Yet, she truly loved the feeling of being on stage.

She loved the lights, loved the people who cheered exclusively for her.

She wanted to keep going, wanted to become a true star.

The gentle water nourished her skin, giving her a sense of security.

Back in her homeland, water had always been their favorite element.

It cleanses filth and purifies the soul.

Duan Yuxin hadn’t returned to her dorm either, absorbed in singing practice.

Her weight had plummeted during this period—from "chubby Yuxin" to a figure so slim her collarbones were visible. Her willpower was undeniable.

She knew her greatest asset now was her voice.

She had never imagined anyone would one day give her such a chance because of her vocal talent.

Now that the opportunity had arrived, she was determined to seize it and not return to that small mountain village.

Having seen the bright world, returning to her old life would feel like living death.

At the same time, Fu Xiaoyu was also practicing furiously.

She knew the company was pushing Qiang Yueting, but she wasn’t ready to give up.

While the company had its agenda, its ultimate goal was profit.

If her commercial value surpassed Qiang Yueting’s, there might still be a chance.

Even if Qiang Yueting debuted, attracting a large fanbase through the show could prevent Fu Xiaoyu from being quickly forgotten.

On nights like these, everyone had their own thoughts, worrying about their futures and fortunes.

Fan Lei, Liu Lixian, Wu Qian, and Xiang Yuxing—members of the Magic Number Girl Group—gathered together.

Using boxes as tables, they laid out natural foods and snacks.

If they had wine, they’d happily toast over a drink.

The results of the first public performance delighted them, especially since Liu Lixian earned the title of "Like-King."

"Lixian, congratulations! You really made our group proud," Fan Lei exclaimed with a grin.

"Everyone did great this time," Liu Lixian replied, also smiling.

"If any of us debuts and forms a group, do you think the company will reopen the small theater and develop girl groups?" Xiang Yuxing asked, eyes filled with hope.

"Very likely. I’ve heard some high-ranked contestants might end up mentoring groups, while others could become the company’s next big stars," Fan Lei mused thoughtfully.

"Sigh! They gave us so little screen time. We still have so much we want to show to make ourselves known," Wu Qian lamented.

"If only our company hadn’t messed around—had launched a show like this instead," Xiang Yuxing sighed heavily, clearly fixated on the company’s investment strategy.

Fan Lei and the others fell silent. But even if their company regrouped, they likely wouldn’t sign existing contracts again.

Their true aspiration was to move to a better place—to work at companies truly focused on music and film production.