I Struggle to Survive in a Girl Group [Transmigration] - Chapter 47

Late at night,

The laptop screen emitted a cool glow, illuminating the delicate face of the girl sitting at the desk.

Accompanied by the sound of rapid typing, her slender fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly filling the screen with lines of text.

“After the program recording ended,

Princess finally welcomed her long-awaited vacation.”

“After spending so much time together day and night,

Yu Tingbai could no longer control her feelings.”

“A girl like An Qing, who possesses both beauty and talent, is rare in this world.

She must firmly capture An Qing’s heart!”

“So, gathering her courage,

she finally extended an invitation to An Qing.”

“Come home with me. My mom wants to meet you.”

An hour later,

An Qing tapped the enter key with satisfaction, completing this masterpiece.

Why does it feel like I’ve written a documentary? Could it be a bit risky?

What if someone figures it out,

She stared at the screen, pondering for a moment, but ultimately didn’t make any changes.

Forget it, there are more and more writers in the “Rainbow After Rain” fandom these days. She probably isn’t that noticeable, right?

An Qing clicked “Post,” then closed her laptop, ready to sleep.

Just then, the screen of her phone, placed nearby, suddenly lit up. It was a message from the “Little Troublemakers” group chat.

Little Fox: Full of worries

Little Fox: Sleeping alone is hard

Little Fox: Anyone want to chat?

After all the casual chatting during this time, An Qing had learned that the three of them were all college students with plenty of free time. Their families were well-off, and they often went out to eat, drink, and have fun.

Mie Mie Yang: Eek!

Mie Mie Yang: Did you just wake up at noon again?

Little Fox: Please remove the camera, thank you.

Qing Qing: pats your hairline

Takoyaki Ball: I’ll pat it too.

Little Fox: No patting!

Little Fox: But Qing Qing, have you slept with Yu Tingbai yet?

That’s way too direct! Couldn’t you be a bit more subtle?

An Qing’s face flushed slightly, but she calmly typed: Almost, we’ve kissed, and she said she likes me,

Before she could finish typing, another message popped up in the group.

Mie Mie Yang: Do you even need to ask?

Mie Mie Yang: Replying to messages instantly in the middle of the night clearly, no sex life.

Takoyaki Ball: ? I feel attacked.

Little Fox: Why are you insulting people?

Mie Mie Yang: When I go crazy, I even insult myself.

Qing Qing:

After thinking for a moment, she seriously updated her three “strategists” on her recent progress. Although the three little flowers didn’t seem very reliable, at least one thing they said was right: physical contact could indeed bring two people much closer.

After returning from Yu Tingbai’s home, they had rushed to record their first album, “Sweet Trap.” An Qing had been nervous at first, afraid that her performance in the duet “Bone Deep” wouldn’t be good enough and she’d be replaced. But the recording went surprisingly smoothly, earning high praise from Zhou Zhe, which was an unexpected delight.

Besides, Yu Tingbai had already said she liked her. She was now a girl in love! Compared to the other three single dogs in the group, she was clearly the winner in life.

Little Fox: Oh ho

Little Fox: Qing Qing is in love,

Takoyaki Ball: Not bad, not bad.

Takoyaki Ball: Keep it up.

Mie Mie Yang: Hurry up and move to the next step!

Mie Mie Yang: I can recommend some tutorials for you.

Qing Qing: No need.

Qing Qing: Good night!

At the same time, in another room.

Yi Zhuo held her phone, her gaze fixed on her chat history with Wen Ling.

Wen Ling: Forgot to mention, I had a great time last time, and the sandwiches were delicious.

Wen Ling: Thank you, good night.

The message was sent half an hour ago.

And her reply was: Next time will be even better. Good night.

At some point, Yi Zhuo had become easily content. As long as she could stay by Wen Ling’s side and do all sorts of things with her, her heart would feel calm and joyful.

But sometimes, she also felt unsatisfied. Unsatisfied with their ambiguous relationship, unsatisfied with Wen Ling’s hot-and-cold attitude. She wanted to get closer, she wanted more.

Yi Zhuo was straightforward and direct. If she wanted something, she would go after it. She’d rather fail than live with regrets. So lately, she had been clinging to Wen Ling even more intensely. Fortunately, the other person indulged her willfulness and showed no intention of pushing her away.

That person must be asleep by now.

Thinking of Wen Ling, a gentle smile flickered in her narrow eyes. Yi Zhuo closed the chat window, opened her social media feed, and started drafting a post.

“Is there someone to accompany you to the places you want to go?”

She attached photos of the mountain scenery and food she had taken. Though she really wanted to post a picture of herself with Wen Ling, she held back in the end.

As soon as the post went live, it quickly garnered a long string of likes and several comments.

“Oho, what’s going on here?”

“Who did you go out with?”

“Tsk tsk, in the middle of the night.”

“I suspect you’re showing off, but I have no proof.”

Many of them were mutual friends of hers and Wen Ling’s. As Yi Zhuo scrolled through the comments, she suddenly felt a little worried.

Could someone figure out she was talking about Wen Ling?

She didn’t care what others thought, but Wen Ling always avoided trouble. She didn’t want to become a source of stress or annoyance for her.

After hesitating for a moment, Yi Zhuo couldn’t bring herself to delete the post. Instead, she set it to be visible for only three days.

After all, there was so much gossip and excitement on social media, who would remember whose post after three days?

With that thought, Yi Zhuo relaxed again.

She tossed her phone aside and reached out to turn off the room’s light.

Time to sleep. When she woke up tomorrow, she would get to see her again.

Love is truly a magical thing.

The sky is clear, the breeze is warm, the air is sweet everything is just perfect.

Even the usually serious atmosphere of the meeting room felt welcoming.

An Qing stole a glance at the person beside her, only to meet their gaze head-on.

She initially wanted to avoid that gaze that made her heart race, but then she thought, Yu Tingbai was already her girlfriend, so what was there to hide? Looking at her own girlfriend was only natural, wasn’t it?

So, though a little shy, An Qing gave her a sweet smile.

Yu Tingbai’s eyes wavered for a moment, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips as well.

“Tingbai, An Qing, what are you two grinning about? Did you hear what I said?”

The voice of their manager, Ye Ming, broke through the pink bubble surrounding them.

An Qing:

She looked at Yu Tingbai for help, only to find her expression frozen for a moment as well. Clearly, neither of them had been paying attention.

“‘Girl Group Showdown’? Did I hear that right? Really?”

Luckily, Shen Siqi seemed excited about what she had heard. Her eyes widened as she fired off questions at their manager.

Ye Ming nodded. “It’s true.”

Shen Siqi immediately lit up with joy. “Yay!”

She sprang up from her seat and bounced on the spot a couple of times. Her dark eyes sparkled, and the little bunny hair accessory in her fluffy long hair bounced along with her.

“Alright, let Sister Yeming finish.” Wen Ling tugged the excited maknae back into her chair.

It was no wonder Shen Siqi was so thrilled. Girl Group Showdown, produced by a well-known television network, was a variety show exclusively for top-tier domestic girl groups. Each episode featured two groups competing in various games, with audience members voting individually on each member’s performance. The average score determined the winning team.

The group with the higher average would be declared the episode’s winner and receive extensive free promotion from the network a huge opportunity for Princess, who were about to release a new album. However, since most groups participated right before their own album releases, the competition was always fierce.

Yu Tingbai asked, “Who are we up against?”

Ye Ming replied, “Destiny.”

An Qing gasped sharply. Destiny was a veteran girl group in the country, once wildly popular and synonymous with top-tier fame. She had heard of Destiny even before her own group debuted. Who would have thought that just over two months later, their group would be competing on the same stage as them?

Yi Zhuo marveled, “Have we really gotten this popular already?”

Shen Siqi, meanwhile, was overjoyed. “Destiny?? I can finally meet my idol!!”

Meet her idol?

An Qing was momentarily puzzled, then remembered. Shen Siqi was a devoted fan of Chu Ning, Destiny’s leader. She often gushed about her.

Chu Ning wasn’t just stunningly beautiful; she was also renowned in the industry as a talented songwriter, having penned many hit songs. Her contributions were a major reason for Destiny’s album successes.

However, Chu Ning had an eccentric personality, disliked being constrained by rules, and rarely socialized. Aside from group activities, she seldom interacted with others.

“Well, you’d better seize the chance,” Ye Ming said, unconsciously lowering her voice as she glanced at Shen Siqi. “According to rumors, Destiny isn’t doing too well and might disband soon.”

On the soft, large bed, a corner of the light-colored thin quilt was turned over, its surface slightly wrinkled. Beside the bed stood a spacious desk littered with scattered sheets of white paper.

A tall, slender young woman sat in the chair before the desk, her light ash-brown long curls casually pinned up with a clip. She wore a loose T-shirt and hot pants, revealing her perfectly sculpted long legs.

Two pretty girls stood in front of her, looking slightly younger and nervously staring at their own toes.

“Spit it out. Don’t waste my songwriting time,” the woman said, lifting her eyes and tapping the desk impatiently with her fingers. “You two are usually so chatty cat got your tongues now?”

Shu Qingyu and Jiang Ran exchanged glances. After a moment, Shu Qingyu, the group’s maknae, mustered her courage and spoke up.

“Leader, are you mad at us?”

The three were members of the veteran girl group Destiny. The seated woman, Chu Ning, was 25 years old, the eldest and the group’s leader. She usually took good care of her two younger teammates, who relied on and respected her deeply.

Chu Ning raised an eyebrow. “Why would I be mad?”

Shu Qingyu said cautiously, “Because, the two of us are planning to go solo.”

Why bring this up again? She had already explained it so many times.

Chu Ning rubbed her temples in frustration, resigned to repeating what she had said countless times before.

“We’ve been together for over three years. You two are like family to me. Now that you’ve found good opportunities, how could I be anything but happy for you? Do you not trust my words?”

In the entertainment industry, good looks are a dime a dozen. Every year, a flood of fresh faces emerges, one after another. That’s why the lifespan of a girl group is so short the golden period is fleeting. If they don’t transition in time, they’ll quickly be forgotten by the world. Even “Destiny,” once wildly popular across the country, was no exception. Since last year, their popularity had begun to show a subtle decline.

Chu Ning had always been acutely aware of this. So when Jiang Ran and Shu Qingyu tentatively mentioned their interest in acting and wanting to transition into becoming actors, she was fully supportive. All three of them had solid backgrounds in the entertainment industry and were used to making their own decisions, big or small, so their agency didn’t give them any trouble.

After discussing it, the three decided to officially announce their disbandment after finishing the recording of Girl Group Showdown. By the time their final album was released, the show would be airing, making it perfect for promotion.

Seeing Chu Ning’s expression unchanged, Jiang Ran reverted to her usual playful self and said with a grin, “But Captain, if we leave, won’t you become an empty nester?”

“Shut up, I’m only 25!” Chu Ning snapped, grabbing a small ball of paper from the table and throwing it at Jiang Ran, hitting her squarely on the forehead. “I can write songs anywhere. With you two gone, no one will disturb me.”

Jiang Ran rubbed the spot where the paper ball had hit and looked around. The walls, bookshelves, and cabinets in the room were covered with colorful sticky notes.

Chu Ning didn’t have many hobbies, but she had a deep passion for songwriting. She always carried a pen and paper with her, jotting down ideas the moment inspiration struck.

“If you’ve got nothing else to do, hurry up and leave,” Chu Ning waved her hand, effectively dismissing them. “It’s a rare day off. Instead of spending time with your boyfriends, why are you bothering me here? So annoying.”

Mentioning this only made Shu Qingyu and Jiang Ran feel even more guilty. Just last month, they had each, one after the other, met guys they liked and naturally started dating. Meanwhile, their dear captain, too absorbed in her work, remained single.

“Boyfriends aren’t as important as our captain!”

“We love you the most, Captain!”

Though repeatedly brushed off, the two girls remained cheerful. They were naturally carefree and long accustomed to their captain’s sharp tongue and soft heart. They lingered, chatting with her for a while longer before reluctantly leaving.

Just before leaving, Shu Qingyu poked her head back through the door, daring to add one last remark.

“Captain, you should find a girlfriend. It might mellow out that temper of yours.”

Then she quickly shut the door, narrowly avoiding another paper ball.

From inside the room came a cold laugh.

“A girlfriend? She’d only slow down my songwriting.”