Others might get a bye in the battle, but Gu Nanci, this soft persimmon, absolutely would not!
Gu Nanci: “…”
Honestly, there really wasn’t.
Now it was Cheng Yang’s turn for his blood pressure to skyrocket. Pressing his temples, Cheng Yang forced a smile and nodded repeatedly in “praise”: “You really are…”
Gu Nanci smiled and changed the subject: “…Alright, alright, time is precious! Let’s hurry up and start rehearsing!”
Cheng Yang stared with a resentful gaze.
Seeing the situation, Wen Jiuyi quickly interrupted, “Um, let’s decide on a team name first!”
Cheng Yang finally withdrew his gaze, sighed, propped his face on his hand resting on his leg, and asked, “Any ideas?”
“Cheng… Wen… Gu…” Wen Jiuyi recited their surnames separately, “Not nice. Yang… Yici? That seems just average too?”
Wen Jiuyi looked at the other two.
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Don’t look at me, too lazy to think.
Gu Nanci clapped enthusiastically: “…No! It’s good! Really good! Let’s go with that!”
Extremely supportive, taking the encouraging education approach of “I won’t complain because I don’t know how” to the extreme.
Thus, the trio was finally assembled and could officially begin rehearsals.
However, while others were practicing tirelessly day and night, squeezing every minute to secure a spot, Yang Yici, who only started their first group stage rehearsal just before the public performance, seemed quite peculiar.
Especially after learning that Gu Nanci had spent most of his precious day in the recording studio.
Someone’s headache grew even worse.
After a long brainstorming session, Gu Nanci finally completed his solo program. Looking at his newly written original song, his mind began to drift as he leaned back in his chair, thinking:
Indeed! Potential is forced out!
The song “Hate & Love” he sold earlier was written in the past—he just needed to recall the score and create a short demo.
But this one was genuinely written on the spot!
In just one day, from lyrics and composition to arrangement and final product.
Even capitalists would shake their heads and curse how ruthless it was!
Still, it had been a long time since he had created so freely and passionately. Though mentally exhausted from the intense effort, Gu Nanci felt quite satisfied.
Then, he bumped right into Cheng Yang, who looked utterly defeated at the door.
Cheng Yang had waited for a long time. After asking the staff, he accepted expressionlessly that his pretty-but-useless teammate had spent the whole day tinkering in the recording studio, once again assuming the kid had probably skipped practice.
Can’t blame him—who would think of someone who knows nothing as a creator?
Not in the dance studio learning moves, not in the vocal room practicing singing… Isn’t that just slacking off?
Sigh… No choice. He was the one who picked Gu Nanci to avoid Si Chang.
The harsh reality made Cheng Yang deeply understand that saying: All gifts from fate come with a price already marked in secret.
Meeting Gu Nanci was probably his doom!
A doom of the worst luck imaginable!
Cheng Yang had transcended it all. Looking at Gu Nanci, his heart was as calm as still water: “Forget it, don’t push yourself. If you can’t do it, just say so. I’ll get you a stool on stage. It’d be nice if you could just sing one line peacefully and act as a pretty decoration.”
Look! That face is so handsome!
How pleasing it would be just sitting there! And it wouldn’t even affect the stage performance!
Why was he so stubborn, insisting on giving Gu Nanci a part?…I must have been influenced by that overly sympathetic Wen Jiuyi! To actually think Gu Nanci is pitiful and want to help him gain some fans!!
Cheng Yang’s voice was calm, his eyes vacant, displaying the detachment of someone who had weathered great storms.
Learned my lesson, learned my lesson. Must respect others’ destinies, some things shouldn’t be forced.
Gu Nanci: “…”
Can’t deny it, I’m quite touched.
She had gained a new understanding of Cheng Yang.
Although he spoke with such conviction during their first meeting, saying things like each takes what they need, don’t expect anything.
Who would have thought that beneath it all, he was actually harsh in speech but soft at heart.
He had urged her on multiple times, and hadn’t even considered canceling her part until the very last moment.
Sigh… for the sake of this favor, she had to do something in return.
Gu Nanci looked at him sincerely: “I watched the dance, the part arranged for me is indeed simple. I can follow along and practice it a couple of times tomorrow.”
Cheng Yang was still immersed in his Plan B for how to adjust things after treating Gu Nanci as just a decorative piece.
Then he suddenly heard this.
His pupils contracted, disbelief washing over him as he wondered if he was hallucinating.
Before he could speak, he heard Gu Nanci’s hesitant voice, her words striking him like a thunderclap, leaving his mind blank:
“It’s just… about that song, I have a better idea for adaptation. But if we go that route, many things would need to be completely rearranged. If you all… are willing, I’ll work overtime tonight to finish the arrangement, trying to get it done before we submit it tomorrow.”