bestfiction Chapter 75 The Way of the World
Chapter 75 The Way of the World
Early in the morning, a topic tagged with "makeup for talent shows" quietly climbed to the top of the trending searches, and as people woke up, the number of clicks on the topic increased.
Early risers were baffled. What happened in the cosmetics industry?
The topic I clicked on only showed one photo, a blurry distant shot of a woman lying quietly on a stretcher, being carried away by two medical staff wearing white masks.
The online discussions are also incredibly varied.
1L — [What's going on? When did the makeup industry become so successful that it's trending at number one?]
2L — [Yeah, who is this? Why are there so many views? Is it some celebrity?]
3L — [I don't know, my advisor didn't teach it, I don't know either! (funny jpg)]
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15L — [Can anyone claim this topic? I'm getting so frustrated because I can't get any details from this juicy gossip. I'm so anxious I'm practically scratching my butt in bed. Okay, okay, the data cable isn't long enough, so I'm back to square one. (I'm begging for mercy now.)]
16L — [Isn't this makeup trend popularized by recent talent shows? They used this makeup in the first and second performances, I don't understand...]
17L — [Ahhh, this seems to be a behind-the-scenes lady from a talent show, in charge of makeup. I even follow her! (O?O)!]
18L — [It's her, it's definitely her. I went to the audition with my uncle before and saw her in person. She's a super pretty girl!]
21L—【Wow, no way, no way, this gossip has spread to my home.】
Y&G Entertainment's talent shows were once incredibly popular, and any topic that could be used to generate buzz would inevitably go viral. Fans of various talent show idols flocked to the scene, adding a lot of malicious topics.
Only a few people recognized Shen Xi, and the barrage of comments claiming her identity was instantly flooded with talent show fans who had come to see her.
41L—【Take our brother away, he doesn't know her well.】
42L - [Who is this? They're just trying to ride on our brother's popularity from the talent show. Makeup? What makeup? Seriously.]
43L [Are you sick in the head? All you do is talk about is "brother," "brother," "brother," are you a hen laying eggs? Who mentioned your "brother"? Everyone's talking about her work on the talent show!]
[Exactly! This young woman is sick and lying on a stretcher, maybe even in the emergency room right now. Please, have some decency!]
Fans of different talent shows clashed online and instantly became embroiled in a fierce online battle.
……
Loud music echoed continuously in the practice room, where a group of outstanding trainees were sweating profusely in front of the big screen.
Only one person remained motionless.
Sitting quietly by the corner of the mirror, Duohe leaned gently against the white wall, watching her teammates dance. Sometimes, she would offer timely reminders about which part of the rhythm was not quite right.
His slender, pale fingers slowly massaged his ankle, a fine, numbing pain spreading throughout his body. But Duohe, with his white hair, continued massaging expressionlessly, seemingly just trying to relieve the discomfort at this moment.
As the song ended and the music gradually stopped, everyone began to rest, wiping their sweat with towels and drinking water.
Yuan Xi, who had left the group, almost immediately rushed to Duo He's side. He frowned.
"Your leg is starting to hurt again?"
Duohe didn't want to say more, and simply gave a faint "hmm".
Seeing this, Yuan Xi didn't say anything. He opened his phone to check the messages, but suddenly his gaze stopped, and his fingers scrolled faster and faster. "Holy crap, Duohe, isn't this Sister Xi?"
Duohe raised his eyes, immediately grabbed his phone, and quickly flipped through the pages, his expression growing increasingly serious with each reading.
"Is she sick?"
Yuan Xi was also out of the loop. He was wondering if he should check on Sister Shen, since she had led them all to make it into Class B. But the problem was, they didn't even have each other's contact information!
Duohe's legs were a little sore, and the veins in his hands were bulging. He leaned against the wall, stood up with a limp, and slowly walked outside.
Yuan Xi called out from behind him, "Where are you going?"
Duohe waved his hand without saying a word.
Inside Y&G's offices,
Shen Ke spun around in his executive chair, listening to the phone with a thoroughly annoyed expression, his face dark and gloomy.
"What have you all been doing, failing to find a single girl?! I don't want to hear your explanations. The engagement party starts this weekend. Search every inch of Beijing to bring her back to me. If you can't, you're all fired!!"
He slammed his phone on the table, his face extremely grim.
——knock knock knock
"Enter."
Why are you here?
Shen Ke's expression hadn't recovered yet; her face was still somewhat pale as she watched Duo He limping along, his eyebrows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
"Shen Xi is in trouble. Do you know what happened?"
Duohe sat down on the sofa, feeling her legs were less painful now.
Shen Ke was furious about dealing with her sister's elopement early in the morning and hadn't even had a chance to go online yet.
He grabbed his phone from the table and saw the message.
"What is the PR department doing? They didn't even inform me about such a big thing."
Shen Ke cursed angrily, put her hands on her hips and looked at Duo He, then sat there sullenly with her head down, letting out a soft sigh in her heart.
"I'll contact Shen Xi to ask about the situation, but I have a question for you..."
Do you like her?
Duohe paused for a moment, his usually cold eyes now filled with confusion. After a long pause, he shook his head.
"I don't know what liking is."
Shen Ke was very upset. Why did this child dislike Shen Xi's attention to her so much?
He even kindly acted as a pimp in the middle.
"I haven't asked you yet, what happened to your leg? Didn't they not find anything wrong with it at the time?"
"It's not important," the boy said calmly.
……
Yan Kaihua was called to the hospital late at night. The old man was taken to the hospital and finally walked out of the emergency room after a whole night of treatment.
He took off his mask with a tired expression, looked at Jiang Ci, whose face was somewhat pale, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.
“Both of you have problems. Apart from premature atrial contractions, we haven’t found anything wrong with the child, but why can’t he wake up? It’s really strange…”
Yan Kaihua paused for a moment, then said, "Wait a little longer. Maybe this girl is like you. She'll wake up on her own in a few days and be fine. I'll stay here and watch over her these next few days, so don't worry too much."
The man's handsome face was covered in stubble overnight; his expression was cold and weary, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Thank you, Uncle Yan. Is she... really alright?"
Yan Kaihua assured Jiang Ci with his meticulous medical skills that she was truly alright, and Jiang Ci finally loosened his sleeve.
Zhou Li brought the child home last night after he had cried himself to sleep, but Jiang Du was already gone.
Only Jiang Ci remained, guarding the place.
He glanced at the sky outside, his eyes dark and cold.
What kind of world is this?