Everyone Is Spending Money to Push Me Into A Center-Position Debut - Chapter 9

Chi Rui had done some homework before coming, so when she saw the room full of cameras, she did not show any surprise on her face.

The production crew was crouched in a row at the entrance of the second-floor hall. The place had been decorated quite decently, but there was nowhere to sit.

As soon as Chi Rui entered, a follow-cam VJ immediately came up after her. She subconsciously turned her head and smiled at the camera, and the uncle holding the camera instantly turned bright red all the way to his ears.

The makeup artist had dressed Chi Rui rather simply. On her lower body, she wore a pair of high-waisted, slightly flared jeans that made her legs look long, paired with a woven off-shoulder top that revealed her charming collarbones and slim, delicate shoulders. Her accessories were also the most basic and understated styles. Together with just the right amount of light makeup, her entire person looked especially fresh and clean, very pleasing to the eye.

It was probably Tang Yu’s idea, telling her to stay a little low-key in the early stage. It was just that her red hair was a bit too eye-catching, making Chi Rui look like she had a red lantern floating above her head wherever she went. Even if people wanted to ignore her, they could not—this was actually her tactic. With this head of hair, even if she appeared at the very edge or corner of the camera, it would be difficult for viewers to overlook her.

The VJ had actually followed quite a few beautiful female artists before, but none of them were this alluring with just one glance. Chi Rui’s entire state was as if she were facing stage cameras and candid shots twenty-four hours a day. The moment she caught even the slightest opening, she treated the camera like a fan and sent electricity at it. Every frown and smile seemed to come with its own soft-focus filter.

“Welcome. You are the first trainee to report in.” Among the production staff, a woman was speaking into a megaphone. Chi Rui turned her head and discovered that this woman was Xi Yaozhi, the one whose business card Tang Yu had given her. She was lowering her head and reading something that resembled a script. “There are twenty-five four-person dorm rooms here in total. The rule for choosing rooms is first come, first served. Since you are the first to arrive, you may now freely choose your room.”

The third and fourth floors were both dormitories. Their general layouts were probably about the same. At most, there was the difference between rooms facing the sun and rooms facing away from it on either side of the corridor.

Chi Rui’s suitcase was light and not large. The production team came up to take away her phone. She lifted her suitcase and headed upstairs, choosing the sun-facing room farthest from the stairwell. That way, when resting, she would not be disturbed by the sound of footsteps going up and down.

There was not much furniture in the room: four bunk beds, each with a desk underneath and a chair. The spacious room looked somewhat empty.

A large green Oxford bag was placed on the bed board. Inside it should be the quilt. Chi Rui ran a finger over the handrail of the bed ladder. A thin layer of gray dust appeared on her fingertip. It seemed the place had not been cleaned in a long time.

The VJ hurriedly aimed the camera at her face, not wanting to miss the shocked expression on Chi Rui’s face. Who would have thought that she only blew the dust off her finger, silently took a rag out of her suitcase, and spent only half an hour wiping the dormitory clean from top to bottom? She even mopped the floor until it could reflect light. Not only that, even her final movements of laying out the bedsheets were extremely practiced, making him begin to doubt life.

No, wait. According to the normal direction of events, shouldn’t Chi Rui at least complain a few words, even if she did not throw a full tantrum? But right now, that virtuous and elegant glow radiating from her entire body, practically like a household fairy—what was going on? Was the person he was filming really Chi Rui herself?

In truth, chores at the level of cleaning a room were nothing to Chi Rui. She had grown up in a welfare home, where everything had to be done by herself. When she was seven or eight, she could already help wash dishes and mop floors. After she grew a little older and gained strength, she could even do some simple woodworking. She knew a bit about using things like electric saws and soldering irons too.

Very quickly, Chi Rui realized that if she did not speak the entire time, there might not be much material for the later editing. So while washing the rag, she turned toward the camera and smiled. “This is your scheme, right? I’m guessing that for every roommate who comes later, I’ll have to help make their bed once.”

Sweat appeared on the VJ’s forehead. He had the guilty feeling of being seen through with one glance. “It seems like other trainees have arrived downstairs. Do you want to go take a look?”

This was him cueing Chi Rui to go through the process. After all, Chi Rui had once debuted and been popular for several years. Her interactions with ordinary trainees would definitely be a point of interest. Between acting superior and being approachable, the vast majority of spectators would bet on the first possibility.

What a joke. Chi Rui was someone who had even slapped Wei Xike, a top-tier female singer. Could she possibly speak nicely to a few unknown kids?

Chi Rui wiped her wet hands and nodded. “All right.”

The stairs faced directly toward the second-floor hall. Before she even reached the lowest step, she could already see two extra-large black suitcases, half as tall as a person. Beside the suitcases stood a girl wearing a black camisole and cargo pants. A thick, long silver chain hung around her slender neck, and silver crosses dangled from her earlobes. Only that face, as pale as wallpaper, was soft and delicate.

Chi Rui immediately took a step back. Her ordinary face in her previous life had taught her one thing: when taking photos, do not stand beside someone with cool white skin. Even top female stars could not afford to suffer that loss!

Chi Rui: System, are you there?

System: Do you need me for something?

Its tone was so full of anticipation it could hardly bear it. These past few days, it had tried countless times to sell Chi Rui all kinds of precious skills from the system shop, only for her to ignore them one by one. It was so worried about its performance record that it was nearly going bald.

Chi Rui: How long does it take for items exchanged from the system shop to take effect?

System: Immediately, right away, with no waiting required!

Chi Rui quickly opened the “variety skills” section among the three categories and selected “skin tone” under “appearance.” The price displayed was ten thousand money-spending index points to whiten or tan one shade. Without even thinking, she pressed the two hundred thousand that her future ex-wife had “invested” into it with a grateful heart. Only then did she raise a smile again and walk forward.

“Hello, I’m Chi Rui from HM Entertainment.” HM Entertainment was the name of Bai Chang’s studio.

“Ling Yu.” The girl shook Chi Rui’s hand in return, her ink-black eyes so deep they seemed capable of pulling someone in. “Lemon Entertainment. I specialize in rap.”

The smile in Chi Rui’s eyes gradually faded. She felt that even the corners of her mouth had gone a little stiff.

This was definitely scripted, right? Tang Yu had only just told her to have less contact with people from Lemon, and the production team had immediately considerately delivered one right in front of her?