Chapter 357: Seriously? What's so special about Si Fuqing? (4)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 357: Seriously? What's so special about Si Fuqing? (4)
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“Mentors, please get ready. We’ll begin filming behind-the-scenes footage at 9:10.” A staff member walked over.
“Here are the earpieces. The behind-the-scenes will be livestreamed. The camera equipment is being set up right now.”
“Why is there behind-the-scenes filming too?” Cen Xiaosi frowned. “There was no mention of that on our schedule. And if it’s a livestream, you should’ve said so earlier.”
If it were recorded, post-editing could still fix her flaws.
What if something embarrassing happened during the livestream?
“Ah, that’s because Mentor Si is here.” The staff member looked excited. “Mentor Si is really popular right now. Of course we need to shoot more behind-the-scenes to boost traffic. Ah, I’ll stop talking—I’m going to get Mentor Si’s autograph!”
As he walked off, he happily muttered to himself: “Mentor Si is too nice. She actually brought so many signed photos. I have to hurry!”
Only then did Cen Xiaosi notice that a crowd had gathered around someone ahead.
It was indeed Si Fuqing.
Her outfit was very simple, and her makeup was almost nonexistent—just some eyeshadow and a light-colored lipstick for a bit of color.
Cen Xiaosi clenched her fingers.
Si Fuqing, again—it was Si Fuqing!
She actually hoped Si Fuqing would keep wearing those exaggerated and flashy heavy makeup styles.
“Where’s the D6 boy group?” Cen Xiaosi held back her emotions, called over a staff member, and smiled. “Aren’t we supposed to collaborate with them?”
Ever since the idol trend had taken off, major entertainment agencies had been forming all sorts of boy and girl groups, and many returning idols were among them.
D6 was a currently very popular boy band, consisting of six members.
“They should be here around ten.” The staff member checked the time. “But the leader and deputy leader probably won’t come, since…”
He paused, then didn’t continue.
After all, the leader of the Starry Sky Girls Group, Meng Xue, didn’t show up either.
“That’s fine.” Cen Xiaosi understood. “Then we’ll shoot the behind-the-scenes footage first and meet up with them afterward.”
In her mind, she was already plotting how to get linked with any of the D6 members during these two days of scheduled events—maybe stir up a rumor, create a fake CP (couple pairing), and her popularity would surely surpass Si Fuqing’s again.
At exactly 9:10 AM, the camera equipment was set up.
The cameraman glanced at the frame and was stunned: “Where’s Mentor Si?”
“Over there!” An assistant with sharp eyes pointed uncertainly. “Looks like she’s watching the uncles play chess?”
The cameraman: “……???”
He walked over with the filming crew and found that, sure enough, Si Fuqing was fully focused, watching two elderly men play Chinese chess.
She stepped forward. “Fuqing, you play Chinese chess? You look so serious.”
“Not bad,” Si Fuqing replied, arms crossed, head lowered. “After watching enough games, you learn.”
She often watched her senior brothers—her eldest and eighth—play chess.
From Chinese chess to Go, to Gobang and even flying chess, they’d played them all.
Those two men, so young, lived like grandpas.
Even ants passing by would shake their heads at the sight.
“You learn by watching?” Cen Xiaosi smiled, clearly implying something. “I didn’t know you could play chess. Fuqing, we’re in the same group—no need to say such fake stuff.”
Fans were already flooding into the live stream chat:
[Xiaosi’s blunt personality, I love it.]
[Let’s be real—celebrities spend all day worrying about their figures and manipulating fans. Who has time to study music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?]
[Laughed out loud—trying to act classy in front of her group mate. This is going to backfire.]
[What’s the problem? If Qingqing says she knows, then she knows. Why are y’all barking for no reason?]
[If she really knows how to play chess, I’ll screw my head off.]
“Oh? Then Fuqing must be pretty amazing, learning just from watching,” Cen Xiaosi smiled again. “Then you must know the next move here, right?”
Si Fuqing raised her head.
“Sir, I see you’ve been troubled by this for a while now,” Cen Xiaosi stepped forward with a smile. “My friend here is great at Chinese chess—why not let her give it a try?”
The elderly man who’d been agonizing over the board paused.
Author’s Notes:
Why didn’t Uncle Jiu ever consider that NINE might be Qingqing?
First, Qingqing was using a male character in the game.
Second, he wasn’t as easily fooled as Yu Tang.
He simply thought Yu Tang had been tricked by some old guy online.
Yu Tang: qwq
“Why is there behind-the-scenes filming too?” Cen Xiaosi frowned. “There was no mention of that on our schedule. And if it’s a livestream, you should’ve said so earlier.”
If it were recorded, post-editing could still fix her flaws.
What if something embarrassing happened during the livestream?
“Ah, that’s because Mentor Si is here.” The staff member looked excited. “Mentor Si is really popular right now. Of course we need to shoot more behind-the-scenes to boost traffic. Ah, I’ll stop talking—I’m going to get Mentor Si’s autograph!”
As he walked off, he happily muttered to himself: “Mentor Si is too nice. She actually brought so many signed photos. I have to hurry!”
Only then did Cen Xiaosi notice that a crowd had gathered around someone ahead.
It was indeed Si Fuqing.
Her outfit was very simple, and her makeup was almost nonexistent—just some eyeshadow and a light-colored lipstick for a bit of color.
Cen Xiaosi clenched her fingers.
Si Fuqing, again—it was Si Fuqing!
She actually hoped Si Fuqing would keep wearing those exaggerated and flashy heavy makeup styles.
“Where’s the D6 boy group?” Cen Xiaosi held back her emotions, called over a staff member, and smiled. “Aren’t we supposed to collaborate with them?”
Ever since the idol trend had taken off, major entertainment agencies had been forming all sorts of boy and girl groups, and many returning idols were among them.
D6 was a currently very popular boy band, consisting of six members.
“They should be here around ten.” The staff member checked the time. “But the leader and deputy leader probably won’t come, since…”
He paused, then didn’t continue.
After all, the leader of the Starry Sky Girls Group, Meng Xue, didn’t show up either.
“That’s fine.” Cen Xiaosi understood. “Then we’ll shoot the behind-the-scenes footage first and meet up with them afterward.”
In her mind, she was already plotting how to get linked with any of the D6 members during these two days of scheduled events—maybe stir up a rumor, create a fake CP (couple pairing), and her popularity would surely surpass Si Fuqing’s again.
At exactly 9:10 AM, the camera equipment was set up.
The cameraman glanced at the frame and was stunned: “Where’s Mentor Si?”
“Over there!” An assistant with sharp eyes pointed uncertainly. “Looks like she’s watching the uncles play chess?”
The cameraman: “……???”
He walked over with the filming crew and found that, sure enough, Si Fuqing was fully focused, watching two elderly men play Chinese chess.
-Chinese chess
She stepped forward. “Fuqing, you play Chinese chess? You look so serious.”
“Not bad,” Si Fuqing replied, arms crossed, head lowered. “After watching enough games, you learn.”
She often watched her senior brothers—her eldest and eighth—play chess.
From Chinese chess to Go, to Gobang and even flying chess, they’d played them all.
Those two men, so young, lived like grandpas.
Even ants passing by would shake their heads at the sight.
“You learn by watching?” Cen Xiaosi smiled, clearly implying something. “I didn’t know you could play chess. Fuqing, we’re in the same group—no need to say such fake stuff.”
Fans were already flooding into the live stream chat:
[Xiaosi’s blunt personality, I love it.]
[Let’s be real—celebrities spend all day worrying about their figures and manipulating fans. Who has time to study music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?]
[Laughed out loud—trying to act classy in front of her group mate. This is going to backfire.]
[What’s the problem? If Qingqing says she knows, then she knows. Why are y’all barking for no reason?]
[If she really knows how to play chess, I’ll screw my head off.]
“Oh? Then Fuqing must be pretty amazing, learning just from watching,” Cen Xiaosi smiled again. “Then you must know the next move here, right?”
Si Fuqing raised her head.
“Sir, I see you’ve been troubled by this for a while now,” Cen Xiaosi stepped forward with a smile. “My friend here is great at Chinese chess—why not let her give it a try?”
The elderly man who’d been agonizing over the board paused.
Author’s Notes:
Why didn’t Uncle Jiu ever consider that NINE might be Qingqing?
First, Qingqing was using a male character in the game.
Second, he wasn’t as easily fooled as Yu Tang.
He simply thought Yu Tang had been tricked by some old guy online.
Yu Tang: qwq
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