Jian Xingsui felt like someone was watching her from behind, but when she turned around, she saw Fu Yingdi chatting with Shen Xingchen. The two seemed to be talking and didn't notice her.
It must be my imagination...
He shook his head, then couldn't help but steal a few more glances, wondering if Actor Fu had actually eaten the throat lozenge. His throat was sore, and that lozenge could help soothe it.
Tuya noticed his gaze and said softly, "Sui Sui, would you like to go and say hello to Teacher Fu?"
Jian Xingsui quickly looked away and hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I was just looking."
Tuya was somewhat frightened by his overreaction.
Soon, the blonde female instructor smiled again and said, "Don't be nervous. I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to tell you that Brother Fu isn't that scary. Although he can be very strict when you're practicing, he's also very caring towards you. If you like him, you can go and chat with him. Don't be afraid."
Just as Jian Xingsui was about to say that she understood, An Ran next to her said, "I think Brother Fu is great. It's only right that he's strict with us. In fact, he's not strict at all. I can tell that Brother Fu is actually quite gentle!"
His voice wasn't quiet. Unlike Jian Xingsui, who always spoke softly, An Ran's voice, though gentle, was quite loud, as if she deliberately wanted the person on the other end to be able to hear her.
"Sui Sui, please don't think of Brother Fu like that." An Ran looked at Jian Xing Sui with concern, not giving him a chance to explain: "Actually, Brother Fu is a very good person."
"..."
I haven't said anything yet.
Jian Xingsui looked back over there. Fortunately, Fu Jinxiao didn't seem to be paying much attention and didn't look over. As for whether he heard it or not, he wasn't sure. Normally, he wouldn't bother with An Ran about other things, since those little squabbles were harmless. But when it came to his idol, and the meaning was deliberately misinterpreted, his anger flared up again.
Jian Xingsui glanced coldly at An Ran, her gaze icy.
The recording was about to start again, so Tuya was called away, and the other mentors left as well, leaving only the trainees.
An Ran was startled by Jian Xingsui's gaze. He hesitated and looked at Jian Xingsui innocently, saying, "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I just wanted to help..."
“No need,” Jian Xingsui said. “I don’t need your help.”
A hurt expression crossed An Ran's face.
Jian Xingsui remained unmoved. He said, "Your second brother came to see me and told me to stop causing you trouble. Did you know that?"
An Ran paused. Of course he knew, but it wouldn't be appropriate to nod, so he fell silent for a moment, unsure how to answer the question.
“Now, I’ll return that sentence to you.” Jian Xingsui looked at him coldly, leaned closer, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Please stop bothering me.”
An Ran looked up at him with some surprise, only to meet Jian Xingsui's dark eyes. She heard him say, "What's yours will always be yours. I won't fight you for it. Don't be too impatient, or you'll just make a fool of yourself."
The few words, though seemingly nonsensical, were perfectly understood by An Ran.
This was the first time An Ran was no longer the gentle figure in front of Jian Xingsui. His gaze towards Jian Xingsui was thoughtful, and in the end he said nothing and turned to leave.
...
At the front desk, all the teams had finished their performances, and it was time for the most exciting moment of the night: the vote to select the most popular team from each group.
The production team had already tallied the numbers on the big screen. They then called all the trainees to the stage, and Teacher Li announced, "Now, the audience's favorite and the best performance winner for each group will be revealed on the screen. I'll count to three, two, one, please turn around!"
The numbers on the big screen flashed, and all the trainees turned around to look at their own data and support scores.
This is important for everyone. The data from the first performance already speaks volumes, and the top and bottom trainees will begin to be divided at this moment.
When the data playback reached the "Young China" group, the big screen stopped and displayed the data list:
The top supporter: Shen Xingchen, with a total of 132 votes from the audience.
Best Performance by Mentor in the Group: Jian Anran
The moment the two large characters appeared on the screen, An Ran smiled. Shen Xingchen, however, turned to look at his teammates. The boy, who was always sunny and roguish and always seemed to only care about himself, had now become the support king of the whole event. His first reaction was to look at Jian Xingsui. Even the other teammates in the group did not celebrate for the support king and the performance king, but looked at Jian Xingsui.
There is no other reason.
During this period, everyone knew who worked the hardest in the team. Every day, in order not to slow down the team's progress, he stayed up until the middle of the night. In order to arrange the songs, he was always the one who left the latest and arrived the earliest. No one said it, but everyone felt that if their team could have honors, Jian Xingsui should have a share of those honors.
Jian Xingsui smiled and went over to hug Shen Xingchen: "Congratulations, I knew you could do it."
Shen Xingchen suppressed his thoughts and snorted, "That's right, don't you know who I am?"
The viewers in the live stream had mixed feelings:
"Although Ranran and Xingchen got very good results, I still feel something is off."
"The look in the eyes of the guy with the buzz cut when he saw the rankings was heartbreaking."
"Jian Xingsui was never a good dancer to begin with."
"The basics are too poor, and some of the movements are not powerful enough. They don't deserve to win a prize."
Once all the rankings have been announced, the recording is basically over.
There was an orderly exit from backstage, but some contestants went down to talk to some fans and relatives who came to the event. Jian Xingsui and his team followed their captain, Shen Xingchen.
The mentors were all there not far away, and An Ran ran over to share her joy with her brother, Jian Zhi.
Shen Xingchen also wanted to come over and chat with his mother. Xu Enzhen happened to be next to Fu Jinxiao, and when she saw her son, she couldn't help but pull Shen Xingchen over and nag him.
So Jian Xingsui was left feeling a bit awkward, unsure whether she should go back first.
As he hesitated, he saw that Actor Fu had just come down from the stage and was resting by the table, drinking water. He wondered whether to go up and say hello. Just as he was about to take a step, someone spoke up from behind before he could: "Brother Fu!"
An Ran walked over excitedly, her face beaming with smiles and full of energy.
Jian Xingsui had no choice but to shut up.
Fu Jinxiao was standing there, enjoying the little boy's conflicted expression, betting on whether the kid would dare to come over, when he was suddenly disturbed. The movie star was displeased, but he didn't show it on his face. He just glanced at him and said indifferently, "What is it?"
"I've come to thank you." An Ran said shyly, "I know the best performance is determined by the mentors' votes, so I wanted to thank you for your recognition and express my gratitude."
Fu Jinxiao: "Really?"
An Ran nodded gently. Standing there, her red lips and white teeth made her look very handsome, yet she also seemed a little shy and moved, as if she were truly touched: "Brother Fu, thank you so much. Thank you to the mentors for recognizing me. I... I've been practicing and dancing so hard, all for this day, for being seen. Now I feel that my efforts and hard work haven't been in vain. Thank you..."
Fu Jinxiao listened calmly.
Actually, he really likes hardworking young people. Logically speaking, An Ran is quite good, excellent in every way. But for some reason, when Fu Jinxiao sees An Ran, he thinks of someone else.
That child worked very hard, even though he had no dance background. He was willing to sacrifice his practice time to contribute to the team, but no audience member would remember that. They would only think that he didn't try hard enough and that he didn't dance well. Whether he succeeded or failed, this child never thought of saying anything and silently endured it in places where no one could see.
An Ran moved even closer.
Just then, the cameraman arrived, and just as he was about to capture a shot of the two chatting together, Fu Jinxiao dodged the camera.
An Ran was a little embarrassed when she missed.
Having been in the entertainment industry for many years, Fu Jinxiao understands everything. It's just a matter of whether he wants to understand or not. Actually, it's understandable that young people want to climb the ladder. But the problem is, for some reason, he's very annoyed. Looking at the young man in front of him, he doesn't want to be perfunctory or even pretend to be polite.
"No need to thank me." Fu Jinxiao said coldly, his usual somewhat hypocritical smile looking icy: "If you have to thank someone, you've thanked the wrong person."
An Ran was taken aback.
Fu Jinxiao lifted her eyelids to look at him and said, "The Best Performance King was voted on by all five mentors, but you may not have looked closely at the voting list. You only have one vote, while Jian Xingsui also has one vote."
An Ran seemed to have thought of something, and slowly widened her eyes.
“Yes, that’s right.” Fu Jinxiao smiled and said, “I voted.”
...
next day
After the first round of performances, all the trainees were able to take a short break.
The production team has sent a notification that, due to scheduling issues, they have decided to invite some of the trainees' families to visit, so that they can film another interactive video.
Before filming, a questionnaire was given to each trainee.
When Jian Xingsui received the form, she was stunned: "I also need to fill in my parents' blood types."
Shen Xingchen also remarked, "The production team's research was really thorough; why didn't they ask about zodiac signs?"
The other people in the dormitory burst into laughter.
Jian Xingsui actually knew he was blood type A, but embarrassingly, he didn't know that the Zhang couple were. It was a rather confusing situation. It was the Zhang couple who discovered the baby swap at the hospital and then contacted the Jian family. At that time, the head of the Jian family, Jian Gu, went to An Ran overnight to do a paternity test and confirmed their relationship.
Then, a bloody storm ensued.
Because everything happened so suddenly, both families were in turmoil, and things piled up. Jian Xingsui himself had never done a paternity test with the Zhang family. In fact, he didn't even know the Zhang family's blood type. The reason he never paid attention was because Jian Xingsui simply didn't accept that he wasn't a child of the Jian family and was unwilling to do a paternity test with the Zhang family. In addition, An Ran came on strong, which delayed many things.
blood type?
He genuinely hadn't noticed.
Shen Xingchen leaned closer and said, "You also got an A? Me too, what a coincidence!"
Jian Xingsui snapped out of her daze and smiled, "Hmm, what a coincidence."
"You guys fill this out first, I'll go out for a bit." Jian Xingsui strode out the door. He didn't know better than to just take the form and ask An Ran, since An Ran would definitely know. Luckily, their dormitories were close by.
When he arrived at the destination, he knocked on the door and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you."
Everyone in An Ran's dormitory turned their heads.
This is a private matter and shouldn't be discussed in front of everyone, so Jian Xingsui said, "An Ran, could you please come over here for a moment?"
Zhou Xun looked at him warily, but An Ran stopped him, took small steps over, and followed Jian Xingsui out of the dormitory. Only when they reached the deserted corridor outside did she ask, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Jian Xingsui handed him the form: "What are Mr. and Mrs. Zhang's blood types? Could you fill this out for me? I don't know."
An Ran breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that was all, and said as she took it, "Oh, is that so? You should have said so earlier, they're both B..."
Jian Xingsui didn't hear clearly: "What?"
An Ran froze when she saw Jian Xing Sui's blood type.
A, Jian Xingsui is A.
But both Mr. and Mrs. Zhang have blood type B. How could a couple with blood type B have a child with blood type A?
An Ran suddenly remembered that when they received the report, the Zhang couple had talked with the doctor from back then, and their expressions were somewhat subtle, even a little evasive. He didn't think much of it at the time, but now, recalling it, he felt there were problems everywhere!
Could it be...?
Not only am I not their biological child, but Jian Xingsui isn't either?
If not, then who are Jian Xingsui's biological parents?
An Ran's hand tightened unconsciously as he held the paper. He suddenly remembered his teammates teasing him about how Shen Xingchen and Jian Xingsui looked alike. Could they really be a family?
Jian Xingsui waited a while, then asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"
An Ran snapped out of her daze and unconsciously began to stammer, "I, I didn't do anything."
what to do?
Should I tell him...?
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