Chapter 87 My Best Friend Gets Scammed? I Went Straight to the Performing Arts Troupe

In the office of the head of the cultural troupe, several judges were conducting the final review of the candidates for this recruitment.

Zhang Sisi, one of the judges, was holding Yang Yiyi's application form in her hand.

On the form, Yang Yiyi's resume was clearly displayed: first prize in the Shanghai Youth Arts Festival, and all her professional skills were marked "excellent." Recalling her stunning singing and dancing during yesterday's interview, the other judges were full of praise.

"This Yang Yiyi is truly a talent! She has a great voice and solid dance skills; she's a promising prospect!"

"Yes, they have a good image, and they look very energetic when they stand on the stage. They are the kind of cultural and artistic soldiers that our army needs!"

Hearing her colleagues' praise, Zhang Sisi's smile remained unchanged, but the fingers gripping the registration form turned slightly white from the force.

The poisonous fire of jealousy burned wildly in her heart.

On what grounds?

Why is Su Yue allowed to marry Gu Beichen, and now even her friends are trying to steal her thunder?

A capitalist's daughter's friend, does she even deserve to be in their sacred performing arts troupe? And she wants to be a "pillar of the show"? Dream on!

She glanced at the high scores already given by the other judges, a sinister glint in her eyes.

It was her turn to tally up all the judges' final scores.

This is a golden opportunity.

She picked up her pen without making a sound, and while the others were discussing the next applicant, she lowered her head and looked down at Yang Yiyi's score summary sheet.

Her pen hovered over the paper for a moment, then quickly crossed out the high scores in the two most subjective and ambiguous categories, "Comprehensive Quality" and "Moral Character," and replaced them with two glaring "60 points."

Barely passing.

That's not enough.

She then imitated one of the judges' handwriting and added a sentence to the comments section: "This comrade is too individualistic, and his organizational discipline needs to be examined."

After doing all this, she capped the pen and a sinister smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

So what if Su Yue has friends? So what if she's talented? In my eyes, even if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; even if you're a tiger, you have to lie low!

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In the afternoon, the area under the red notice board at the entrance of the performing arts troupe was crowded with people anxiously waiting for the results.

Yang Yiyi pulled Su Yue along, squeezing to the front with great anticipation.

Her gaze searched carefully from top to bottom on the red paper covered with names.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The smile on his face froze little by little, and then slowly disappeared.

Those eyes, which had been sparkling with starlight, instantly dimmed, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over their heads, chilling them to the bone.

No.

Her name was not on the list of admitted students.

"How could... how could I not be here?" Yang Yiyi murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She performed so well, even the head of the delegation praised her, how could she have been left out?

Su Yue stood beside her, looking at her friend's face which had turned pale in an instant, and held her cold hand with heartache.

Her gaze didn't linger on the red list, but instead swept across the crowd and landed precisely on a figure not far away who was watching this scene with his arms crossed and a gloating expression.

It's Zhang Sisi.

Su Yue's eyes instantly turned cold.

It was definitely her doing.

Just then, Zhang Sisi swayed her hips and walked over, feigning surprise.

"Oh my, isn't this Comrade Yang Yiyi? What's wrong? Didn't you pass the exam?" She covered her mouth, her tone filled with undisguised schadenfreude. "Sigh, don't be too sad. The requirements for our military arts troupe are really high. Maybe... you're just not good enough. Unlike me, I was the top scorer when I got in."

Her words were like salt rubbing into Yang Yiyi's wounds.

Yang Yiyi was so angry that she trembled all over, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Su Yue stepped forward and shielded the distraught Yang Yiyi behind her.

She didn't even glance at Zhang Sisi, but gently patted Yang Yiyi's back, her voice calm and firm: "Yiyi, don't worry, something's strange about this."

After she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Director Wang of the cultural troupe walking over after hearing her voice.

Su Yue went straight to meet them. Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Commander Wang, hello. I am Su Yue."

Commander Wang clearly recognized her and nodded: "Oh, you're Commander Gu's wife. Hello, hello."

“Commander Wang, I have 100% confidence in my friend Yang Yiyi’s professional abilities. We have some doubts about her failure to be selected this time.” Su Yue got straight to the point, looking directly at the other party with clear eyes. “We hope to review all the judges’ original score sheets to see where the problem lies, so that she can accept her defeat.”

These words immediately caused an uproar among those around them.

Questioning the recruitment results in public? This girl is incredibly bold!

Commander Wang frowned, feeling that Su Yue was being somewhat tactless.

Zhang Sisi, standing to the side, sneered inwardly. Review the evaluation form? She did it flawlessly; who could spot the problem? This Su Yue is just humiliating herself!

Seeing the troubled look on Commander Wang's face, Su Yue suddenly changed the subject and added in a relaxed tone, "To be honest, my master, Old Master Huo, was telling me a few days ago that it's rare to find artistic talents from Shanghai, and that I should pay close attention if I come across one. So, after Yiyi's interview yesterday, I mentioned it to my master, and he's very interested in her."

She paused, watching Commander Wang's face change instantly, and then smiled as she delivered the final blow.

"I think it wouldn't be against the rules to take the evaluation form to my master for a look and let this senior figure analyze it and point out the shortcomings, right?"

Old Master Huo?

That national treasure, Huo Zhengshan?

A layer of cold sweat seeped from Commander Wang's forehead.

How could he dare offend that powerful figure! Let alone looking at a rating sheet, even if he were asked to dig up the entire troupe's assets, he wouldn't dare say "no"!

"Of course not! Of course not!"

Commander Wang immediately put on a warm smile and waved his hand.

"Serving the people is our duty! We must be responsible to every comrade! Xiao Li! Go! Bring over all the original score sheets from all the judges for this recruitment! We'll check them on the spot and give Comrade Yang Yiyi a clear explanation!"

Zhang Sisi's smug smile froze instantly.

She never expected that Su Yue would actually bring up the great figure of Old Master Huo!

Soon, a stack of rating sheets was delivered.

Su Yue took the stack of papers, which still smelled of ink, and under the tense gazes of everyone, turned directly to Yang Yiyi's page.

Her gaze, like the most precise scalpel, slowly swept across the paper filled with scores and comments.

Zhang Sisi's heart was in her throat, and her palms were covered in cold sweat, but she still tried to remain calm. She didn't believe that Su Yue could see any flaws with the naked eye.

Suddenly, Su Yue's gaze stopped.

She raised her head, looked at Zhang Sisi whose face was pale, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

She held up the rating sheet, her slender fingers pointing precisely to one particular ink stain.

"Comrade Zhang, could you explain this?"

"Why does the ink on your signature look different from the ink on the score you wrote next to it? The ink on the score seems to dry... much faster than the ink on your signature."