After Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Cold Film Queen - Chapter 30

When Zhu Songning saw Shen Qingyu’s message, her brow twitched fiercely.

What was wrong with everyone today? One after another, they were coming to her to find something to be jealous about.

Besides, she had only briefly greeted Song Yu just now, and Shen Qingyu managed to see even that?

How many eyes did she have focused on her?

Her gaze paused on the last line of the message Shen Qingyu sent her, and Zhu Songning curled the corner of her mouth before slowly typing.

【Zhu Songning】: Stop thinking about things that are impossible.

【Zhu Songning】: I am the 1.

No switch, thank you.

After sending these messages, she put away her phone and walked onto the stage.

First, there was a passionate advertising spiel, and then today’s recording officially began.

“First, congratulations to our 66 Youth Trainees who successfully made it through the first round. Your sweat and hard work will receive the reward they deserve.”

As the show’s initiator, Shen Qingyu held the cue card and stood in the center of the stage, where all eyes were focused.

“Next, I will announce the votes and updated rankings for each trainee.”

“In 66th place, Song Yu.”

Song Yu was the first name called, just barely scraping in.

She immediately stood up and excitedly ran onto the stage, bowing to Shen Qingyu.

“Thank you, Mentor Shen. I’ve always been your fan.”

【Fan? I’m dying of laughter. The first time I’ve seen a fan who has to use their idol to gain traffic. I heard that Song Yu’s family even uses the same nickname as Film Queen Shen, ‘Yuyu.’】

【I’m really speechless. What is Song Yu doing with that hair?】

【White hair isn’t exclusive to anyone. Our Song Song is free to choose her hair color. Your family thinks they originated everything, huh?】

“Mm.”

Shen Qingyu’s expression remained very calm, seemingly without much emotion.

This small interlude quickly passed. Song Yu took the lowest seat, and then the other trainees gradually filled the bottom of the pyramid.

Only the last three seats remained.

“In third place, Luo Chuanhe.”

Luo Chuanhe’s legs were shaking as she stepped onto the stage, but Zhu Songning didn’t think it was because she was excited about her ranking; rather, it was because her idol goddess personally read it out for her.

Only Xu Zhe and Zhu Songning remained on the stage.

“Who will be first? I’m so curious.”

“I don’t know, but I think it’s Zhu Songning, right? When she performed the theme song last time, that final shot and tongue-poke—sister, I was gone.”

“I think it’s Xu Zhe. She has several million fans on Weibo. In terms of voting, I still think she’ll win.”

“…”

The audience below and those watching the live broadcast were equally excited. Everyone was extraordinarily thrilled about who would take first place.

Would Xu Zhe successfully challenge and overturn the results, or would Zhu Songning maintain the initial center spot?

Shen Qingyu flipped the card in her hand and slightly raised her eyebrows when she saw the names for first and second place.

“There are always failures in life. It’s difficult for anyone to maintain victory forever. Even if you don’t get the desired result this time, perhaps one day you can still achieve the goal you have been pursuing.”

【Oh no, how does it sound like Yuyu is saying Xu Zhe is going to take first place?】

【Holding my breath for Ningning! (Anxiously rubbing hands together)】

【Sigh, they say it’s a fair competition for a debut spot, but ever since Youth Trainee 1 became popular, Youth Trainee 2 has clearly changed. There’s pre-hype and marketing.】

【No choice. We are all playthings of capital.】

Shen Qingyu’s eyes scanned both Xu Zhe and Zhu Songning before finally resting on Zhu Songning’s face.

She seemed to have a rough guess about her own result—no, before Shen Qingyu even said those words, Zhu Songning already expected to temporarily be in second place, so there wasn’t much visible disappointment in her expression.

“In second place, Xu Zhe, with 2.88 million votes.”

“In first place, Zhu Songning, with 4.36 million votes. Congratulations.”

A massive lead for first place.

A faint smile touched the corner of Shen Qingyu’s eye.

Zhu Songning was stunned.

It was her?

How did she not know she had so many fans voting for her?

Not only was she surprised, but Xu Zhe, who had always worn a look of certainty, was even more so, immediately blurting out, “Impossible! There must be foul—”

Her voice suddenly cut off.

The director announced an intermission. There would be a special segment later, before announcing the content of the next public performance.

As soon as the camera was off, Xu Zhe shot Zhu Songning a vicious look.

“Just wait. There’s definitely something wrong with your result.”

Zhu Songning found this person very strange, always raging at her.

She simply replied, “Think whatever you want.”

There was no point in talking to her anyway. She would only ever believe the facts she chose to accept.

Zhu Songning hurriedly left the recording set. There was one hour of rest time during the intermission, and she easily found her way to Shen Qingyu’s private lounge.

She lightly knocked three times, and Shen Qingyu opened the door for her.

“Why are you here…”

Shen Qingyu didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Zhu Songning interrupted her.

Zhu Songning closed the door behind her and pressed Shen Qingyu against it.

It looked like a very intimate distance, but because of Zhu Songning’s cold face, the atmosphere solidified, as if covered in a layer of frost.

“Did you hire someone to do it?”

The main voting methods for Youth Trainee 2 were manual voting and the number of “milk votes” combined.

Manual voting referred to the free voting quota every audience member had daily, while milk votes were obtained by fans buying designated products from Cuicui Milk.

Zhu Songning knew her own capabilities.

Even though she had accumulated some fans in the past two episodes, most of them were passersby or people who liked her in general, and those people rarely participated in mass voting.

The only possibility was Shen Qingyu.

“It wasn’t me.”

Shen Qingyu flatly denied it.

“Who else could it be but you?”

Zhu Songning stared at her intensely.

She barely knew anyone in this world, and she couldn’t think of a second person other than Shen Qingyu who had the capacity to heavily reverse the votes.

“You already have the answer in your heart, so why come find me?” Shen Qingyu looked at the obvious anger in her eyes and her tightly tensed body, asking her, “Did you specifically come here to interrogate me?”

“I don’t understand why you would do this.”

Zhu Songning frowned, looking at her.

Ever since she met Shen Qingyu, she seemed to have always been like this.

Firmly holding all the power, accustomed to being looked up to by others.

She treated her the same way.

Playing with her, like playing with a puppy that she found entertaining. Giving it some food, toys, and bones when she was happy.

In fact, it was no different from her cold indifference towards others, all laced with a subtle arrogance.

The arrogance of someone who has long held a high position.

“Do you think these things are too easy for you, something that Miss Shen can settle with just a flick of a finger?”

Zhu Songning suddenly laughed.

Perhaps her persistence was truly insignificant in some people’s eyes, as ridiculous as a child’s game.

“Like how you think that as long as you gently wave your hand, I will wag my tail for you like a pathetic dog, begging for pity?”

The tenderness in Shen Qingyu’s eyes gradually faded, and her dark eyes stared directly at her.

“Then why did you come here?”

“To beg me for pity?”

“Little dog.”

Her hand forcefully grabbed the tie on Zhu Songning’s shirt, and a chilling aura quickly spread from her body.

Zhu Songning lowered her eyelashes, looking at the hand gripping her—the pale fingertips and the blue veins beneath the skin.

She raised her eyes again to see her thin lips, the slightly exposed white teeth inside, and the soft flesh of her tongue.

Brittle skin, snow-white long hair.

Moist and bright red lips opening and closing as she spoke.

An invisible, rich fragrance assaulted her, making her head feel light, like floating on a white cloud.

No matter how dull Zhu Songning’s heart was, the sensation of jumping was stronger now than ever.

Thump, thump, thump.

Thump, thump, thump.

The weather in winter was always icy and sealed, but underneath, it hid a fiery burn.

“Come closer.”

Shen Qingyu released the hand that had been clutching her.

Zhu Songning didn’t know what she was plotting but followed the instruction and moved forward.

Shen Qingyu stepped back again.

“A little closer.”

Zhu Songning advanced another step.

Shen Qingyu retreated step by step. Eventually, she didn’t even need to give a command; Zhu Songning would automatically follow her steps.

After a few more steps, she finally stood still.

“Slap—”

In the silent air, an extremely loud sound pierced the space.

Zhu Songning’s face was slapped to the side by her. It took a while for her to slowly turn back, looking at her in disbelief.

Shen Qingyu slapped her?

Why?

“Ningning, has anyone ever told you that you really need to be taught a lesson? Perhaps you really should be sent back to the Shen family to experience the Shen family rules.”

Shen Qingyu’s expression was cold. She shook the hand that had struck her. In her peripheral vision, Zhu Songning saw the palm of her hand, which had become red due to the counter-force.

“The first rule is not to yell at your elders.”

“And not to be disrespectful to your older sister.”

Zhu Songning scoffed, “What kind of sister are you to me?”

They weren’t related.

There was no blood relationship whatsoever.

Just because she was a few years older, she wanted to crown herself with the title of “older sister” and boss her around?

Shen Qingyu ignored her provocation.

“There’s one more thing you got wrong.”

“You said I was seducing you, yet you never admit the weakness and instability of your own will.”

The heater was blowing hot air. She lowered her head, her hair sliding smoothly down her shoulder. Her fingers fiddled with it, unbuttoning a few buttons.

Her sharp collarbone and a section of delicate skin were quietly exposed.

“I don’t even have to do anything. Just standing here, you will take the bait, believing that I am tempting you, forcing you onto my path, isn’t that right?”

“There is still half an hour until the recording resumes.”

Shen Qingyu kindly reminded her.

“I have a private shower here. Do you need to go take another cold shower?”

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