Her Majesty The Empress Has Made Her Debut In The Center Position [Ancient to Modern] - Chapter 11
Everyone knew that Yu Cheng and Ji Zhaozhao were close.
Behind closed doors, people speculated wildly. Some thought they’d known each other before, and their participation in the same show had brought them closer. Others believed they’d hit it off instantly, deciding to embark on the lucrative business of selling idols and carving their way through the industry with blood and sweat. The wildest theories claimed Yu Cheng had been bewitched by Ji Zhaozhao—otherwise, why would she obey her every word?
Had you never heard?
Yu Cheng had once addressed Ji Zhaozhao as “Your Majesty.”
Some more daring trainees had even launched their wild speculations into outer space: “Yu Cheng is the daughter of the Movie Emperor himself! She doesn’t seem particularly passionate about the stage, and she’s giving up a perfectly happy life. Why on earth would she want to become an idol?”
“Could it be some kind of master’s command?”
At that moment, as she watched Yu Cheng shield Ji Zhaozhao, countless thoughts flashed through Ying Tian’s mind. She found the whole situation chaotic and improper. With their exceptional talents, they deserved better.
She wanted to offer some words of encouragement, but before she could speak, the door to Class A’s classroom swung open.
First through the door was the Follow PD, holding a camera and backing up as Cheng Feiwan followed behind.
Dressed in a white dress, high heels, and clutching a single sheet of A4 paper, she waved to the waiting trainees and smiled. “Have you been waiting long?”
The trainees stood in two crossed rows, all shaking their heads. “No!”
Cheng Feiwan nodded. “Then let’s skip the small talk and announce the results.” Despite her words about skipping small talk, she quickly changed tack. “Do you have any expectations for your results?”
Song Jiangjiang raised her hand. “I’m lazy. I’m not switching classes!”
Song Jiangjiang’s lighthearted remark broke the tension, preventing an awkward silence.
The other trainees wore a variety of expressions. Yu Cheng and Ji Zhao appeared calm and composed. Shen Yican remained expressionless. Chen Xingzi anxiously stood on tiptoe. Ying Tian, though no longer crying, still had red eyes.
Noticing this, Cheng Feiwan asked, “Did you cry?”
Ying Tian sniffled and turned away from the camera. Ji Zhao, standing nearby, heard her mutter under her breath, “Oh no, they’ll definitely grill me about this in the Confessional.”
Ji Zhao knew exactly what “Confessional” meant.
Besides their daily training, the trainees also had to go to the confessional room for post-interviews, where photographers would ask about their mental state during filming, supposedly to help with editing later.
The moment their minds wandered, Cheng Feiwan had already started announcing the final results.
“Let me first announce the trainees going to Class F,” Cheng Feiwan said.
The trainees fell silent.
They exchanged glances, shock and panic reflected in each other’s eyes: “No way! How could there be a Class F? Even the least talented among us shouldn’t need to go to Class F, right?”
Yet there was also a hint of subtle envy.
Being demoted from Class A to Class F would definitely make headlines. Even negative attention was attention, and any publicity was good publicity.
Cheng Feiwan deliberately gasped dramatically, waiting until the trainees could no longer bear the suspense. Someone finally urged, “Teacher Cheng, stop teasing us! Just tell us already!”
Only then did Cheng Feiwan say, “The trainees going to Class F—”
She scanned the room and declared, “There is no one.”
The Class A trainees: “……”
Ji Zhao: “……”
This was even more troublesome than the harem selection show.
The trainees dared not voice their anger. They watched helplessly as Cheng Feiwan milked the drama for the show’s ratings, dawdling over Class F, panting dramatically over Class D, and lingering suspensefully over Class C. By the time she announced “no one” for Class C, everyone’s hearts were pounding in their throats.
It couldn’t be that everyone remained in Class A. If not Class A, then Class B—it was time for the climax.
Cheng Feiwan, no longer panting, announced, “Trainees being reassigned to Class B, step forward when I call your name.” She glanced at the A4 paper, her lips barely moving as she said, “Chen Xingzi.”
Chen Xingzi stepped forward.
She turned her head sadly to look at Shen Yican. “What a shame. We won’t be roommates anymore.”
Shen Yican: “……”
Why did she get the feeling Chen Xingzi had deliberately sabotaged herself to avoid being roommates with her?
Cheng Feiwan continued reading: “Li Yunyue.”
The girl standing next to Yu Cheng stepped forward.
Ji Zhao didn’t have a strong impression of her, only remembering that she was quiet, didn’t ask for help, and didn’t offer help to others. During breaks, she would leave and only return when the break was over.
She had heard Chen Xingzi gossip that Li Yunyue was definitely a social phobia. Last time Chen Xingzi tried to talk to her, her face turned bright red.
That night, Ji Zhao looked up the term “social phobia.”
Online, it said that social phobia was a subtype of phobia, which was originally called “phobic neurosis” and was a type of neurosis.
So, it was a real condition.
Just not very obvious.
Cheng Feiwan folded the A4 paper. After Chen Xingzi and Li Yunyue went to Class B, more students who had been promoted from other classes trickled in, their colorful outfits blending together as they entered with excitement and caution.
Once everyone had arrived, Cheng Feiwan signaled for quiet. “First, congratulations to all of you, Class A Trainees!”
Enthusiastic applause erupted.
“You are the trainees with the strongest overall abilities in Debut! Girl. But as idols, talent is only part of the equation—being likable is just as important. Remember this as you spend your days at the estate. I hope you become idols who bring joy to others!”
The trainees responded with confidence: “Yes!”
Cheng Feiwan paused before continuing. “The Center Position for the theme song will also be chosen from among you. The final decision will be announced after today’s recording is complete. Someone will notify you then.”
“Now, follow me to the Multi-purpose Classroom for your second assessment task.”
It seemed every class had reached this point, because as soon as Cheng Feiwan spoke, a chorus of genuine “Huh?!” erupted simultaneously from nearly every classroom.
Song Jiangjiang trudged forward, her steps heavy. “We don’t even get a chance to catch our breath!”
She walked slowly, falling into step beside Ji Zhao, who had naturally fallen to the back of the group. She chatted casually, as if they were old friends. “I think the Center Position for the theme song is definitely yours. Can I stand next to you and steal a bit of screen time when the time comes?”
Ji Zhao kept her eyes straight ahead. “You still haven’t returned the clothes I lent you yesterday.”
Song Jiangjiang: “……”
Ji Zhao: “Don’t forget to come get it.”
With that, she strode away. Yu Cheng, who had been silently following behind, her presence always palpable, stepped up and said, “Her clothes need to be hand washed with the best soap-bean powder. They must be dried in the sun, then folded neatly and brought back.”
Song Jiangjiang: “?”
Yu Cheng patted her shoulder. “Good luck.”
Song Jiangjiang: “……”
Wait, hold on! I’m not her servant!
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