Cui Zhiruo looked at the woman who called out her name, and she was sure that she did not know this person.
"You are Su Muchuan's girlfriend, right? I am Su Muchuan's friend."
The woman spoke with a smile.
"Hello……"
Cui Zhiruo greeted calmly.
Su Muchuan's friend appeared here and knew her name. He guessed that it was someone who might like Su Muchuan, so he came to see her specially to test what kind of person she was and how she was worthy of Su Muchuan.
I just graduated from high school. What about college? Not to mention after I start working?
Cui Zhiruo could imagine what the future would be like.
"I heard that you plan to study abroad. It seems your family is quite wealthy."
Although the woman's tone was unclear, Cui Zhiruo felt uncomfortable. She didn't answer the question, but instead asked, "Do I need to answer this question?"
"I saw the video you posted earlier and saw that you were living in a small studio room. Studying abroad is so expensive, how are you going to go? Sorry, I'm a straight person, so you don't mind, right?"
Cui Zhiruo pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth and said, "I don't mind. You two can chat slowly."
"Really? Lately, everyone's talking about wanting to bleed. They have no self-awareness at all. I hate those vain people the most."
"It's okay to imagine it, even though I may not be able to go, but it's still possible to imagine it."
After listening to their words, Cui Zhiruo turned around and returned to her seat.
The store manager came over.
"Someone you know?"
"I don't know him."
Cui Zhiruo shook her head.
"It looks like he has bad intentions. If you need anything, I'll take responsibility."
"It's okay." Cui Zhiruo smiled slightly, "Thank you, Manager. I can do it."
"Don't push yourself."
"Thanks."
In the bathroom.
"What a coincidence?"
Two people washed their hands side by side and saw each other's reflections in the mirror.
Su Muchuan's friend turned to leave, but Cui Zhiruo looked at her and said, "That bag is fake, right?"
"What did you say?" She turned back to look at Cui Zhiruo, her brow furrowed in anger. "What evidence do you have to prove it's fake? Have you ever carried a Chanel bag?"
"Imitations may look like the original in terms of the glue and decoration, but the quality of the leather is completely different. The leather of your bag doesn't look shiny at all and is very hard. Especially with low-quality imitations, if you hold a magnet close to the metal chain, it will be sucked away because it's not an alloy but iron." Cui Zhiruo smiled faintly and took a step forward, saying, "And your clothes are fake too, right?"
"What?"
"What you're wearing now is the same authentic dress from last spring. It's very expensive and made of silk, while this one is made of polyester."
"you……"
The woman was so angry that she didn't know what to say, but Cui Zhiruo was very calm and her counterattack was very powerful.
"Aren't you ashamed? Not only are you wearing fake clothes, but you're also looking down on others. That's what you call vain. And you're talking about other people's financial conditions. That's not being direct, it's being uncultured and impolite. Have a nice day."
After saying this, Cui Zhiruo snorted coldly and turned away.
The woman looked at Cui Zhiruo's figure.
I'm speechless. It seems that her kindness is all fake. She is actually so vicious.
"Sheng Liuming, you're quite popular among the talent show contestants. You're the youngest, and I didn't expect you to be ranked eighth on the popularity list. You might very well debut," someone in the practice room joked. "The news says you have a strong chance. Honestly, is there any agency you'd particularly like to join?"
"It doesn't matter."
Sheng Liuming looked completely indifferent.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Of course I'm going to a top agency."
"I signed the contract before I came here."
"Have you signed with a company? Which agency has such good taste?"
"Perhaps."
He answered completely calmly, without any discernible tone.
"Normally, if you perform well in a talent show, agents from major companies will take notice and focus on your development. You ranked really high this time, but you're already signed to an agency. In that case, you don't need to go through a talent show to sign another one."
"Um."
Sheng Liuming didn't know whether he was listening to what he said seriously or not, he just stared at his phone.
"The agency probably asked you to participate in this talent show just to see how popular you are. If you're really good, they'll focus on training you. I think that's your agency's goal. If that's the case, then from what I can tell, you'll definitely become the next rising star."
"oh!"
Sheng Liuming kept replying using interjections.
[Can you really come out? If you can, you can leave now. I just left too.]
He stared at his phone, saw the message, quickly stood up from his chair and was about to leave.
"You scared me. Where are you going? No practice today."
"I have an appointment today."
"Your phone was confiscated from the talent show and was just returned not long ago. And you actually have an appointment? Aren't you not allowed to go out? Wouldn't it be a violation of the contract if you sneaked out like this?"
“…”
He didn't answer, but ran out impatiently.
Sheng Liuming didn't care, he just wanted to see Cui Zhiruo now.
Having achieved a fairly satisfactory result, he couldn't wait to share it with Cui Zhiruo.
On the way home, sitting in a taxi, Sheng Liuming was talking on the phone.
"Hey, what's going on with Sheng Liuming? Why did he transfer money to me all of a sudden?"
The person on the phone was the teacher in the training class, the teacher who taught him dancing and singing.
"Because I achieved a pretty good ranking, I received a bonus from the program team, and thanks to the help of my teacher, I was able to get to where I am today. I am very grateful to my teacher for teaching me for free. Because of you, I can't achieve what I have now."
"What did you say? You've already paid all the fees. It's your sister..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Oops, he forgot. When Cui Zhiruo came to him before, she told him not to tell Sheng Liuming about this matter. But he forgot about it and blurted it out just now.
The teacher swallowed and then changed his words: "Yes, that's right, it's free."
Sheng Liuming's face was stern, his hand tightly gripping his phone as he asked seriously, "She's about 1.6 meters tall, underage, with black hair, and looks like a pretty sister, right?"
It seems that it can no longer be concealed.
Sheng Liuming could clearly hear the teacher sighing from the phone.
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