After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 321: All gone mad. Signed: Yun Lan! (3)
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While the center of attention, Si Fuqing and Su Yang, were having their meal, today's performance had already shot up to the top of Weibo's trending topics.
#Si Fuqing, Bass##Si Fuqing, God-tier Mentor##Si Fuqing is the real deal—she handles things herself##Xie Yu, Blonde Hair##Mysterious Drummer#
[Help! What’s with this woman? She can do everything, and her gaze alone could kill!]
[She looked at me once, and I felt like she was about to dominate the entire stage and crush everyone.]
[I’m just asking—who else?! Is there any other god-tier mentor like Si Fuqing? Fans of that certain green tea celebrity*, you have no excuse to stir up drama now, right?]
*Green tea celebrity" (绿茶明星) is a slang term used to describe a celebrity who appears sweet, innocent, and kind on the surface but is actually manipulative, scheming, or hypocritical behind the scenes.
[I’m still so curious—what does the drummer actually look like? Did anyone manage to take a picture?]
[Sigh, no. Not only did no one get a picture, but I also wandered around for two hours and still couldn’t find Su God in the bar. I’m so sad I’m drawing circles in despair.]
Just as the director and producers expected, the sixth episode had only been online for less than four hours, yet its view count had already skyrocketed exponentially.
The director was very pleased. He opened another bottle of red wine, determined not to go home sober tonight.
The producer took a sip as well and sighed. “Mentor Si is a real treasure. Before the show aired, I thought we would have to rely on Tianhou Lu and Lin Qingyan to boost the program’s popularity.”
Who knew that as soon as Si Fuqing appeared, she would completely outshine everyone else?
“Good thing we realized it early.” The director agreed. “We’re counting on Mentor Si for the next four episodes.”
The producer nodded in deep agreement, then suddenly asked, “Did we get a response to the invitation we sent to Greene?”
“It was signed for a week ago, but there’s been no reply.” The assistant beside him shook his head. “I don’t think we’ll get one. Too many people have tried to invite Greene—there’s no way they’d care about our talent show.”
“Not necessarily.” The producer murmured, “I have a feeling Mentor Si is the key. Who knows…”
The underdog-to-legend narrative always attracted fans—he understood that well.
But the thing was, this so-called “rise from the bottom” wasn’t something the production team had scripted—it was Si Fuqing herself who had stepped up on her own.
First, it was her singing. Then, it was the bass. Every time, she shook the entire stage. Who knew what else she was capable of?
The producer lit a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly from excitement.
He couldn’t wait to see what kind of explosive moment would happen on the night of the final performance.
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Meanwhile,
After finishing her meal, Si Fuqing returned to her apartment.
She came out of the shower, drying her hair as she walked over to her computer.
Xiaobai lay nearby, humming in satisfaction.
It had eaten so well today.
Its boss, the owner of its human, was truly great—not only did he feed it gold, but he even purified it, removing all impurities beforehand.
“How strange.” Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes. “Why aren’t you begging me for gold today?”
Xiaobai tensed up. It whimpered and quickly rolled over, exposing its soft belly in an attempt to act cute.
If its human found out that someone had already given it gold, would she cut back on its dog food?
“Good girl, you’ve finally learned how to save Daddy some money.” Si Fuqing patted its head. “Daddy is proud.”
Xiaobai rolled its eyes.
Thankfully, its human didn’t know it had already eaten a big chunk of gold brick.
Si Fuqing opened her sketchbook, scanned two of her fashion design drawings, and compiled them into a file package.
She then opened her email, entered Greene’s email address in the recipient field, and paused for a moment.
After a few seconds of contemplation, she deleted that email address and entered another one instead.
She typed a name in the email body and clicked send.
Once the email was successfully sent, she collapsed onto her bed and quickly fell asleep.
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At this moment, in Greene, an international hub of the arts.
This place gathered world-renowned actors, singers, and prodigies in painting and sculpture.
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