Chapter 15: If I Pay Her Any More Attention, I'm a Dog

Moreover, even with the worst possible talent, as long as the other party was still human, he was confident he could bring her to at least second-tier status!

However, Shi Jin was just a dog.

A stupid dog that couldn't distinguish right from wrong and barked indiscriminately; a dog that wouldn't follow orders and let all her actions follow Chu Ling, leaving Yao Jiahong battered and bruised.

If Yao Jiahong paid her any more attention, he’d be a dog himself!

Look, she had caused another mess last night by sending that love letter.

Yao Jiahong was grateful that this program used a completely anonymous, face-obscuring format, and that managers had to enter through a specialized channel.

All relevant personnel had signed non-disclosure agreements, strictly forbidding the revelation of contestants' names or appearances.

The time it would take for his lifelong reputation to be ruined had been infinitely postponed.

"Brother Yao." Shi Jin gave him a slight nod and opened the car door to sit inside.

A flash of surprise flickered in Yao Jiahong's eyes behind his sunglasses.

Brother Yao?

How very intimate.

Was she planning to have him help her clean up the mess of that love letter?

Yao Jiahong gave her a look through his nostrils: *You're ugly, stop dreaming!*

...

They entered the production crew's area through a specialized secret channel.

The mentors and other contestants had all arrived.

No one was surprised by Shi Jin's late arrival.

Chu Ling had arrived late today, and Shi Jin had timed her entry to coincide exactly with Chu Ling's arrival; it wasn't hard to guess her intention.

When the cameras weren't rolling, people didn't need to wear masks—even though the program's external gimmick was that even the mentors didn't know the contestants' identities, it was difficult to implement in practice, so the production crew had privately given up on it.

Shi Jin still wore a mask, revealing only her eyes, and found a seat.

Her eyes were truly beautiful, and because she had worn masks for a long time, everyone was aware of her beauty from the top-tier trashy roles she had played in the past—but no one knew about the scar on her face.

Even if people called her a stupid dog or a simp, no one could question her looks.

Some people lowered their heads, secretly feeling relieved that this was a program that didn't rely on looks to stand out.

Otherwise... letting a talentless waste like Shi Jin rise to the top would truly be an injustice to heaven.

After the last group selection, the live performances were about to begin immediately.

Shi Jin had submitted a song she composed herself, but it had no lyrics yet. Now, she had to write the lyrics and then familiarize herself with them.

The piece she would perform during the live broadcast was this very track.

The other contestants were doing the same, so after a single glance at Shi Jin, everyone buried their heads in their work, only consulting the mentors when they encountered problems.

Yu Guannan came over specifically to call to Shi Jin: "Little Stone, have you thought about how to fill in the lyrics?"

"I have an idea." When Shi Jin's eyes were relaxed, they carried a hint of a smile. "However, there is a transitional part I'd like to ask Teacher Yu about."

Yu Guannan was extremely interested in the composition she had provided last time. If that was her regular creative state, there would be no problem with her reaching at least second-tier status once the program ended.

He showed great interest: "Oh? Which part?"

Unlike other talent shows, in this program, the mentors' guidance on the contestants' compositions was truly vital.

Now that Shi Jin had been added to Yu Guannan's group, a portion of everyone's time was being diverted, and the fact that Yu Guannan was giving her specialized guidance made everyone unable to help but cast sidelong glances.

However, the other members of the group only curled their lips slightly and said nothing.

A top student receiving guidance might rise from a ninety-five to a ninety-six or ninety-seven, but no matter how much tutoring a failing student received, they would merely struggle to pass.

(End of Chapter)