I Became the Top Competitor in a Talent Show Novel - Chapter 30.2

She just couldn’t figure out what would make Song Jiaqi and Su Yaoyao despise each other so much. The Song Jiaqi and Su Yaoyao she knew now were both genuinely nice people. If possible, it would be best to prevent the future conflict between them.

Even if it did happen, Chi Meng hoped the two could compete on equal footing.

Chi Meng hooked her pen, casually writing the character (Qi) on the paper and tapping it.

Song Jiaqi was currently like a person suspended in mid-air by a rope.

She was lost, neither knowing the sky above nor the ground below. Whether climbing up or cutting the rope, she was utterly bewildered, merely stuck in a paralyzing stalemate.

But it didn’t matter. Since “Qiqi” was willing to call her “Jiejie,” then let Sister Chi Meng help you.

Chi Meng curved her lips, casually drawing a heart around the character She thought: Song Jiaqi, my dear, many things don’t stop happening just because you don’t want them to. If you have to blame something—blame yourself for being too beautiful.

In Class F, Song Jiaqi shivered and instinctively grabbed her jacket to put on.

The atmosphere in the dorm was terrible. It wasn’t just this one dorm; the forty trainees of Class F were about to face a total elimination in the next round. The low pressure created by the trainees whose class rankings had dropped and those who hadn’t successfully advanced felt like it could swallow people whole. Trainees from other classes were hesitant to speak to them.

Among the many disappointed faces, Song Jiaqi grabbed a baseball cap and pulled it down over her head. Inwardly, she was thinking—

I got careless.

Why did she say so many baffling things to Chi Meng?

Chi Meng was just a kid; how could she possibly understand what she meant? Besides, who in reality would ever entertain the thought of reincarnation?

Why had she talked to Chi Meng about so many irrelevant things?!

“Ugh,” she sighed heavily, leaning her forehead against the cabinet. It was the feeling of a midnight wakefulness, recalling the most embarrassing moments of her life, and she was completely shrouded in a black cloud.

A girl who was dressing silently stood up. She glanced around, cleared her throat, and said, “Don’t be discouraged, everyone! It’s not the end yet, we still have a chance!”

The other girls who were getting up managed a strained smile but didn’t echo her sentiment.

The girl felt a bit awkward. She rubbed her head, walked over to the silent, face-to-the-wall Song Jiaqi, and said, “Song Jiaqi, you’re the one in Class F with the best chance of advancing. You have to cheer up!”

Song Jiaqi was stunned and slowly turned to look at the somewhat familiar girl.

“In this dorm, everyone except you and me has advanced. We can do it too! You have such a good relationship with Chi Meng, I’m sure she hopes you’ll go find her!” The girl grew more and more excited as she spoke, clenching her fist.

“Uh… yeah,” Song Jiaqi quickly glanced down. The sticker on the girl’s clothes read ‘F Lin Xueyang.’ She seemed to be the girl who had been her roommate these past few days.

Lin Xueyang, relieved to get a response from Song Jiaqi, exclaimed loudly, “Class F shouldn’t lose! Everyone, let’s go!”

She stood next to Song Jiaqi and said many encouraging things. Inspired by Lin Xueyang, the other four in the dorm gathered around. They put their hands together, cheering each other on.

“That’s right, we haven’t lost yet. Everyone, let’s cheer together!”

“Come on, Song Jiaqi, join us!” The newly energized Lin Xueyang looked at Song Jiaqi standing beside her and invited her to join.

Song Jiaqi: “…”

Her mouth twitched slightly, and she stiffly placed her hand on top of the others.

Five newly spirited faces were taut, vigorously shaking their arms and shouting, “Class F!”

“Go! Go! Go!”

“Good!”

Applause came from outside the door. Chi Meng, wearing a smile, looked like a department head coming down for an inspection. She said approvingly, “I’m relieved to see everyone so driven! It’s getting late, everyone quickly head out and get on the bus!”

Even her tone was similar.

Song Jiaqi, whose entire performance had been witnessed, felt her soul leave her body, only to be shoved back in by Chi Meng.

“Let’s go, Song Cheer-Up,” Chi Meng crooked her finger and said, stifling a laugh.

Song Jiaqi walked over, grinding her back teeth, and whispered in Chi Meng’s ear, “Don’t tell anyone.”

Chi Meng looked surprised: “What, does cheering up make you feel embarrassed?”

Song Jiaqi: “…Shut up!”

Chi Meng deliberately pouted her lips high, and Song Jiaqi pinched Chi Meng’s duck face.

The six large buses from their arrival were parked outside the school gate, their bodies painted with the Star Voyage logo. Originally, trainees were supposed to line up and sit according to their class, but Chi Meng quietly blended into Class F. The staff saw her but said nothing, only requiring everyone to board the bus within the specified time.

Before long, the bus started moving. Someone said they were entering the city, and everyone chuckled.

Chi Meng and Song Jiaqi sat in the same row. She was idly thinking of math problems—posing and solving them herself. The sunlight outside the window was hot, and the curtains firmly blocked the sun, so there was no scenery to watch.

Song Jiaqi felt like today was destined to be her day of awkwardness. She pursed her lips and tried to make conversation: “Where’s your lyric book?”

“I memorized it, so I didn’t bring it,” Chi Meng said. She then asked Song Jiaqi, “Are you tired? Did you sleep at noon?”

Song Jiaqi had been radiating black energy all midday and shook her head.

Chi Meng’s eyes brightened slightly. She patted her shoulder and invited Song Jiaqi to lean on her. “A return favor for this morning. Come on.”

She’s being this kind?

Song Jiaqi was suspicious, but Chi Meng’s demeanor was natural, and coupled with how exhausted she truly was these days, she hesitantly leaned her head onto Chi Meng’s shoulder. Her long, black curly hair fell onto Chi Meng, who casually pinched a strand and brought it to her nose to sniff.

It smells nice.

Song Jiaqi’s eyelids were half-lowered. The laundry detergent used in the camp was uniform, but the mixed scent of Chi Meng’s shower gel and shampoo quietly drifted over, lingering at her nostrils. This, along with the gentle swaying of the bus, gradually made Song Jiaqi’s thoughts hazy.

Her shoulder felt a weight, and Song Jiaqi had fallen asleep. Chi Meng puffed up her cheeks, pretending to be cute. Seemingly bored, she looked left and right, then flashed a brilliant smile at the camera placed by the staff near the curtain. She leaned her head towards Song Jiaqi’s direction; their heads rested against each other, and Chi Meng closed her eyes.

This visual should be good, right?

Chi Meng thought, then used her other hand to gently pinch Song Jiaqi’s cheek.

Qiqi, since you like to avoid the camera, then let me share my screen time with you.

You don’t have to thank me. After all, I’m your older sister now.

Wait until the show airs.

Song Jiaqi: “Did you know there’s a marketing tactic called ‘shipping’?”

Chi Meng: “Duly noted!”

Short Skit

Song Jiaqi: I want to be a salted fish (lazy)! Class F Trainees: Everyone, charge!— Song Jiaqi: I want to be eliminated! Chi Meng: Qiqi, Qiqi, where is my Qiqi? Song Jiaqi’s Manager: What a striving and inspiring environment! I was truly brilliant!!

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