Chapter 98 Attitude Reversal: Visiting the Injured, the Wen Family Learns

"no."

Jian Cheng lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

Song Ying was not surprised by Jian Cheng's denial.

—If he really wanted to say something, he would have stood up for himself when he was first bullied.

There's only one possibility that they're still hiding it from Tan Mu until now.

That means there are concerns.

"Whether it is or not, let's get it treated first and apply some medicine. Little Deer—" Song Ying stood up.

"Yes, Sister Ying!"

"Take him to the medical office, and it would be best to get an X-ray."

Large-scale variety shows like these, especially closed-door talent shows, are equipped with professional medical teams, and sometimes even psychological counseling.

"No need, Teacher Song," Jian Cheng said, propping herself up on her arms. "I'm fine, I can manage. The qualifying rounds are coming up soon, and I want to practice a little longer."

"You forced yourself to perform like this on stage the last few times, right? And what was the result?"

As a result, not only did I make a mistake.

Even the team's stage performance made a series of mistakes.

The other trainees initially felt it was none of their business, at most just feeling sorry for Jian Cheng.

But as soon as Song Ying said this, fearing that Jian Cheng might make another mistake in the team competition and drag them down, everyone started to persuade him.

"That's right, Jian Cheng, Teacher Song is right. Go apply some medicine; sharpening your axe won't delay your work!"

"That's right, that's right. Anyway, Teacher Song still has to review our individual performances. There's no use for you staying here now, so go and take a rest."

"Yes, Captain Jian, go and rest for a while! Get well soon and come back soon!"

After a flurry of persuasion, the group practically pushed and shoved Jian Cheng out of the training room.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only after the training room door closed.

At the same time, the way he looked at Song Ying was very different from before.

Having witnessed Song Ying's masterful work in adjusting Jian Cheng's music and dance, they finally understood what Xiao Lu meant by "You're carrying gold but treating it like a lump of iron."

"Teacher Song, could you also take a look at my song and suggest how to revise it? There's a part I've been having trouble with."

"Yes, yes, Teacher Song, me too! Could you take a look at mine as well?"

"Me too, me too, I want to add some dance to it too."

"..."

With Jian Cheng's case as a precedent, others changed their attitudes.

Normally, Song Ying wouldn't necessarily pay any attention to these people.

But now she is a mentor. No matter how materialistic her students are, all she has to do is be true to herself and live up to the job.

-

Two hours later, Song Ying finally finished her final one-on-one coaching session.

The other people's skill level is still somewhat inferior to Jian Cheng's, and it takes more time to guide them.

But those who made it all the way to the top 30 all had some special skills.

It's too late to retrain them in a short time, but it's not difficult to let them play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, allowing them to showcase their advantages to the fullest extent.

"You've recorded all the key points I just mentioned. This afternoon's main task is to familiarize yourself with the new arrangement and changes by watching the video. We'll meet in the training room at 7 p.m. tonight to review the results. At the same time, we'll rehearse the team stage."

"Don't worry, Teacher Song, we'll definitely practice hard!"

"You can come tonight!"

"Thank you, Teacher Song!"

After leaving the training room, Song Ying went to the medical room.

Xiao Lu was guarding the door, blocking Jian Cheng from resting.

Seeing Song Ying approach, she quickly stood up.

"Sister Ying!"

How is he?

"The doctor said there were no injuries to the bones or tendons, but the bruises on the muscles would be very painful. He gave me medication to apply three times a day, and also some ointment, which I'm currently using as a mud dressing. He then advised against training today and to resume tomorrow. And..."

Xiao Lu lowered her voice, her face full of heartache.

"Moreover, the doctor said that Jian Cheng has come in for painkillers several times in the past two months. If this continues, it will cause great damage to her body. That Tan Mu is a monster. If you ask me, people like him should be exposed and let them rot in the mud, stinking and decaying!"

Song Ying's expression turned serious.

"I'll go in and take a look."

"Okay!"

The deer quickly moved aside.

After Song Ying went inside, he closed the glass door and blocked the entrance to the medical room.

The room is a private ward, not large, but it has good soundproofing to ensure privacy.

Only Jian Cheng was there.

Upon seeing Song Ying enter, Jian Cheng hurriedly struggled to get up.

But Song Ying stopped him.

"Lie down."

"Thank you, Teacher Song..."

Jian Cheng felt a little embarrassed.

At this moment, his left leg was sealed with volcanic mud by the doctor, and it looked pitch black at first glance, and most importantly, it was supported by a frame.

That's very unseemly.

Song Ying didn't pay any attention to it, but noticed that Jian Cheng's phone was playing the arrangement she had revised earlier.

Seeing Song Ying looking over, Jian Cheng quickly offered an explanation.

"I'm lying here with nothing to do, and I'm feeling anxious, so I'm using my phone to work out the piece of music that you helped me revise before."

In the internet age, many applications are fully functional, and even basic processing such as music composition and piano simulation can be completed with a mobile phone.

"Let me hear it."

Song Ying sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed.

When Jian Cheng looked up, she saw Song Ying's crystal-clear earlobes.

The scent of freesia, mixed with the aroma of disinfectant, carries a hint of sweetness.

Jian Cheng quickly looked away.

Start playing from the beginning.

The four-minute audio clip wasn't long, and I finished listening to it quickly.

"In the climax, the second note could be a bit higher. Everything else is fine."

Song Ying smiled at Jian Cheng for the first time.

With just one repetition, she was able to restore the piece to near perfection; Jian Cheng is a rare talent.

Since entering the top 100, for various reasons, Jian Cheng has never received such care, nor has she ever heard such praise and recognition.

A shy smile immediately appeared on her face.

Her delicate and exquisite features appeared even more charming and alluring.

However, immediately afterward, Song Ying asked a question.

"Why didn't you admit that Tan Mu bullied you just now? Since you entered the top 100, your grades have been declining time and time again. He must have done a lot of work to help you through that, right?"

Jian Cheng's smile froze instantly.

"You're wary of him."

Song Ying spoke in a low voice, giving Jian Cheng no chance to refute.

"The Tan family invested 20 million in 'All-Round Trainee'. You need money to help your sister with her medical treatment, so you dare not offend Tan Mu. Otherwise, you will lose the opportunity to debut and make money, and you may not be able to find other jobs."

"Of course, you're more afraid of worrying your sister in the hospital, so even if you suffer a lot of grievances, you don't dare to tell the production team or expose it directly online."

"Among your group, Tan Mu is the true royalty. He can act domineeringly on the show without anyone daring to speak up, and he can even decide the fate of the rest of you."

"On the one hand, they bully you and affect your performance on stage; on the other hand, they force you to be the captain, making the team members resent you and netizens disapprove of you, putting you in a very difficult position."

"He's clearly the one with the most powerful connections, yet he's gotten the better deal and gained fame, while you're the one taking the blame and shielding him from the mess."

"Jian Cheng, I must say, you have raised a good student."

"In terms of academic performance, Tan Mu is not as good as you, but when it comes to cunning, he is much more shrewd than you."

Song Ying's words struck Jian Cheng like a bolt from the blue, leaving him deathly pale.

His secret, which he had kept buried deep in his heart for so long and could not be spoken of, was torn open and exposed to the sunlight.

The pent-up frustration in my chest seemed to be released suddenly in an instant.

Finally, he was no longer the only one bearing the burden.

Jian Cheng's hand, placed beside the bed, gripped the edge of the blankets tightly.

He understood that Song Ying meant no harm.

He just didn't know how Song Ying learned all this.

Especially the fact that he once tutored Tan Mu.

Even the production team didn't know.

Not to mention the trainees.

Everyone felt that Tan Mu's dissatisfaction with him stemmed from the fact that he had won the regional championship and outshone Tan Mu.

Jian Cheng had a vague feeling that Song Ying knew everything.

Even that unspeakable part.

“Teacher Song,” Jian Cheng lowered her eyes, gazing at the white mattress, “I’m a complete failure, aren’t I?”

“From childhood to adulthood, I have relied on my older sister for everything, whether it was studying or living. Now that she can no longer support herself and can only rely on me, there is nothing I can do.”

"With bottom-ranking results and a poor performance, they are very likely to fail to advance even in this top ten competition, let alone debut."

"Are children from poor families destined to have no future?"

Jian Cheng was not willing to just be a runner-up.

Based solely on his abilities, he believes he can overcome all obstacles and successfully debut.

But the harsh reality is right in front of us.

Often, having ability is far from enough.

What could he do?

Lately, he has been tossing and turning and has been unable to fall asleep. The only thing he can do is practice dancing like crazy.

It's about numbing yourself.

It is also the only way out.

But the rankings, one after another, shattered his expectations and hopes.

"You make your own way; as long as you're willing, there's always a path to follow."

Song Ying looked at Jian Cheng.

"If you really want to stand out from the crowd, you don't need to look back or be afraid of the world's opinions. Go all out without any worries, and you might get different results."

"If a person is determined to accomplish something, even the gods would make way for him. Let alone someone who is just a rich kid standing in his way."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Ying's phone rang.

"I'll take this call."

She picked up her phone and walked out of the ward.

"Hello, Peng Wen, it's me. What is it?"

On the other end of the phone, Peng Wen informed Song Ying of the latest investigation results.

Song Ying's calm expression turned serious.

Through the glass door, she looked at Jian Cheng lying on the hospital bed.

“I understand,” she said.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ying stood at the door for a moment before pushing it open and entering.

When Jian Cheng saw Song Ying return, his eyes lit up.

"Teacher Song."

"Get some rest. I have something to do and need to leave first. Don't forget what the doctor told you: if you want to get better quickly, don't get out of bed to practice dancing today. With your aptitude, half a day won't make a difference."

After saying this, Song Ying turned to leave, but then remembered something and turned back to add something.

"At 7 p.m., we'll finalize the choreography for the team's stage. If you're interested, you can come up with a preliminary idea."

After testing Jian Cheng's arrangement and singing/dancing skills, Song Ying was eager to know if the young man in front of her could bring her any other surprises.

"Please rest assured, Teacher Song."

Jian Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Teacher Song didn't mention that incident...

Song Ying nodded.

"Okay, see you tonight."

As Wen Jinzhao left the ward, he happened to accept Song Ying's friend request.

When Xiaolu pushed the WeChat notification, she had already informed Song Ying that she would add her.

So when Wen Jinzhao got up and saw it, he jumped out of bed.

After running three laps around the living room, he rushed to the sofa and excitedly started typing.

【Ahhh, Yingbao! Am I dreaming?!】

Is it really you? Is it really, really you? Is it really, really, really you?!

I pinched my brother, and he yelled in pain! Ahhh, I'm so excited! My wife gave him a kiss!

Song Ying:

[...]

Here's some information for you. Whether or not to send it to Wen Yize is up to you.

As he spoke, he sent the information about the Jian family that Peng Wen had given him to Wen Jinzhao.