Galactic Reserve

"Xu Changjia, congratulations!"

Zheng Ruoqian smiled and handed her the bouquet of roses in front of him. It was a bouquet of pink roses. He had seen it when he passed by the flower shop on his way back and thought she would like it, so he specially picked it out for her.

Roses complement a beautiful woman; she will surely smile.

The woman who received the flowers was naturally delighted. It had been a long time since she had sat down with someone and quietly enjoyed a meal like this, savoring such a peaceful and serene moment.

After washing his hands, Zheng Ruoqian sat down beside her and naturally took the bowl and chopsticks, as well as the remaining vegetables and meat that hadn't been put into the pot yet, so that there were always a few dishes she liked in her bowl and in the pot.

"Ruoqian, I sent Li Teng to your studio to do public relations. He's the one who posted that viral article online a few days ago, 'My classmate is a big star.'"

Perhaps he has some ulterior motives, or perhaps he only uses public opinion and manipulates netizens to make a living, but these are not big problems in their eyes. After all, they are all classmates and friends who studied together. They will lend a helping hand if they can.

That's what she thought, so she did it. However, the studio still belonged to Zheng Ruoqian, the boss, so there was no reason not to let him know.

I thought he would say something more, but all he said was a light, dismissive "It's up to you."

The two then talked about the show "Galaxy Reserve," a variety show that concerns the future and destiny of tens of thousands of children.

He had been in the recording studio for almost a month since taking on this show, and only came out to have a meal with her and relax for a while after finally catching his breath.

After Xu Changjia finished eating, he put down his chopsticks, leaned close to him, took his hand, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Ruoqian, I'll be there for you no matter what."

The calm that had been faking for so long suddenly seemed to have found a place where the wind could pick up, instantly turning into a raging storm that swept over the whole body.

He put down his chopsticks and pulled the person into his arms, seeking a moment of peace.

But Xu Changjia's surprise for him didn't stop there. The next day, after he woke up on the sofa, he saw several A4 sheets of paper on the table. Upon closer inspection, they looked like lyrics to a song, but they also perfectly matched his current mood.

After careful reading, the more you savor the words, the more evocative they become.

A small note fell out from between several sheets of paper. It read: "A new song I wrote for you. I hope it will ease your anxiety every day."

A warmth filled her heart, and she wanted to move faster and become strong enough to protect Xu Changjia, so that when they announced their relationship in the future, she wouldn't be gossiped about.

After packing his things, he went to the recording studio. Today was the first recording of "Galaxy Reserve," so he couldn't be too late. After all, it was the first time he had met these 120 kids, and he needed to make it a special occasion.

He went upstairs to find the suit he wore at Champion's first concert and changed into it before asking his assistant to drive him there.

Even though they arrived half an hour early, some students were already there, and one of them even sat in the five-person manager's seat.

Just looking at his back, Zheng Ruoqian smiled; this was an old acquaintance.

I got to know Yuan Ming, a veteran variety show personality, from "Survivor Game". I only knew that he was good at variety shows before, but it wasn't until the last episode that I saw that his singing and dancing skills were in no way inferior to those of idols who returned to China.

As soon as he entered the room, Yuanming stood up.

In another program, his status was even higher than Zheng Ruoqian's. After winning the award, his status rose accordingly. Now he is a mentor here, and the core position of the program has been handed over to someone who was not as famous as him before.

But Zheng Ruoqian didn't care about these different levels of fame. He still treated Yuan Ming with the respect due to a senior and gave him plenty of face.

While the two were talking, another dance teacher, vocal teacher, and rapper teacher arrived.

The group sat together and began exchanging their impressions of the trainees.

One hundred and twenty people were selected from hundreds of companies and individual trainees who submitted their applications to the program. They were then trained by five mentors for three months and participated in several rounds of competition. The online and offline audiences voted for them, and the five mentors also scored them. Finally, a seven-member group was selected to officially debut as contestants of "Galaxy Reserve" and enjoy all the resources that Galaxy Entertainment provides for them.

Zheng Ruoqian and the production team discussed for a long time before agreeing on a relatively fair format to encourage the trainees to strive for success.

Give them a stage, give them a chance to showcase themselves.

Of course, he also knew that these students alone would not have much exposure, and that they needed these predecessors to set an example and pave the way for them. So he brought in five mentors, with himself as the leader, to oversee things.

Yuan Ming, needless to say, was a senior he met while participating in "Survivor Game". He had previously inquired about him and found out that he was also a member of the first generation of boy groups in the entertainment industry, and his singing and dancing skills were excellent.

It is perfectly reasonable to invite him to take a mentor position. Zheng Ruoqian even felt that he could give up his position as the head of the organization.

However, the program team rejected it, giving the reason that they needed a young idol to attract viewers.

It's heartbreaking, but that's just how realistic the entertainment industry is.

The dance teacher was a member of a girl group who had returned from H country. She was a few years younger than him and her name was Lu Qing.

The vocal and rap mentors are both award winners from the last two years and have secured their place in the music scene.

They were all there to wholeheartedly nurture the next generation of idols, so they got together and started discussing these kids.

Getting to know each of the 120 students would take a considerable amount of time.

We met at the recording studio at nine o'clock in the morning and started recording. We looked at each one in turn, and by ten o'clock at night we had only watched more than half of it.

The original plan was to record the mentors getting to know all the trainees' information today, but after recording for more than ten hours straight, Zheng Ruoqian saw that some of the post-production staff were standing next to him and could barely keep their eyes open, so he discussed with the production team whether they could take a one-hour break before recording again.

As soon as the machine was put down, a large number of people immediately fell asleep.

He couldn't sleep, so he just lay on the chair next to him and quickly went through the students' personal information again in his mind.

Although he will still have to spend some time with these teenagers in the future, he wants to get to know them better so that he can better understand how to guide them and from which aspects to start.

The moon that night woke up many people who were wide awake. Xu Changjia was still holding his computer, repeatedly reviewing the video footage he had shot earlier, planning to edit out a short segment of the story and release it as a special episode of the documentary "Old Dreams of Mountains and Rivers".

Completely clueless and unsure where to begin, I flipped through the pages and reread some of the stories that had already appeared before.

As dawn broke, I thought of the old man who sold cold noodles, working from sunrise to sunset.

The story of family affection about listening to the language of flowers appeared in her mind, took root, sprouted, and eventually blossomed and bore fruit.

When she starts writing articles and editing videos, she loses all sense of the world around her and doesn't care how the clock hands rotate.

It wasn't until the apartment doorbell rang again that I realized another day had passed.

I opened the door still wearing my pajamas, and there was my senior, whom I hadn't seen since the last awards ceremony.

As if knowing she hadn't eaten breakfast, they placed steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk on her living room table, telling her to wash her face before eating.

Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, he then explained the purpose of his visit to the small apartment.

Knowing that he had a close relationship with Xu Changjia, the station specially sent him to talk to her to see if they could reach a cooperation agreement. The station would act as a go-between to create a program dedicated to ethnic studies, starting with her documentary and the story of listening to the language of flowers.

As she stuffed meat buns into her mouth, she listened to Wen Xuanyi talk about the program plan that the station had set for her.

She was still wondering why a simple folk documentary about local customs and traditions could attract so much attention.

The senior scholar also answered her questions, explaining that it was due to the latest national policy that mobilized the masses and called on ordinary people to promote excellent traditional culture and protect ancient buildings and villages.

The program she filmed was timely and responded to the national call, making it a valuable educational example.

Sure enough, this part was not in my memories of my previous life, and the country did not introduce any relevant policies to support it. Starting over has indeed changed a lot of the course of events.

She pressed on uncertainly, "Senior, you're not kidding me, are you? The headquarters really sent you to invite me to film a documentary together?"

Even though she had worked so hard to stand so high, she was still worried about whether she was up to the task of having such a relationship with them, and subconsciously she still felt that she was not worthy of such kindness.

Wen Xuanyi tapped her forehead with a finger. "What are you thinking about all day long? I came here in person, how could it be fake?"

She reached up and touched the spot on her forehead where she had been tapped; it did hurt, so it really was.

“It’s not just true, I’ve also brought you a helper. Come to the TV station on Monday afternoon and tell me you have an appointment with me, and I’ll introduce you to your new helper.”

"He'll be joining us in filming your new documentary. Remember to be on time, and get some sleep, okay?"

I heard it, I heard it, now I heard it with both ears.

After having a hearty breakfast, she lay on the sofa, contentedly anticipating the new documentary.

Oh right, I almost forgot to tell the literary director about the "Special Episode of Old Dreams of Mountains and Rivers" that she just edited. Since we've already collaborated, we should definitely ask for the opinion of our collaborator when there are any new developments.

He thought there was no problem, so he copied a copy back to show the people at headquarters. Before leaving, he reminded her again not to forget to report!