Making All the Crazy Beauties Hate Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Is Here Okay?

Wang Qing lay in her large home bathtub, leisurely taking a sip of red wine: “Report. How much did the affection level increase after that session just now?”

A little trick was all it took to make that kid lose her mind, looking as if she’d be happy to die in that bed. Truly weak.

The system said slowly: “0.”

Wang Qing: “…”

For a moment, Wang Qing’s expression became very strange, as if her core beliefs were being shaken by something unbelievable. She licked her back teeth and mentally replayed the entire event from beginning to end. She felt her performance had been flawless—how could it be that not a single point of affection was added?

How was this possible? Was there a human in this world who could m-a-k-e l-o-v-e with her and not fall for her?

The system reminded her again: “I believe the Host’s way of thinking is incorrect.”

One of Wang Qing’s arms rested outside the tub, letting her hair drift in the water. Every time she blinked, her eyelashes fluttered; at first glance, she truly possessed an inhuman allure.

Wang Qing’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the bathtub: “You want to say I’m a woman who only knows how to f-u-c-k and doesn’t understand feelings, don’t you?”

System: “I did not say that.”

Wang Qing gave a “tch”: “As if I need you to teach me?”

“The affection value suddenly spiked for no reason at the entrance of the residential complex, but it didn’t rise in bed. This means the spike wasn’t because I took her to the unmanned shop to buy things.”

Wang Qing curled her lips and stood up to rinse off. Suddenly, she called out loudly toward the door: “Come to think of it, I never bring women home. You’re the first one.”

Within seconds, Shen Hehui poked her head in at the bathroom door: “Really?”

Wang Qing said to the system as a matter of course: “Report it.”

System: “…Affection level increased by five points. Currently 75.”

It actually rose.

Wang Qing: “A kid who grew up in an unhappy family with no relatives must have a very complex concept of ‘home.’ East Asian children cannot help but crave a home, especially that sense of exclusivity—being the ‘first one brought home.’ She’s only eighteen; she longs for affection. It’s only natural for her to develop feelings, especially toward an older person.”

The system was silent for two seconds before asking: “Does the Host crave it too?”

Wang Qing smiled and asked back: “Am I eighteen?”

She stepped out from under the shower, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and scrutinized that flawless face in the mirror: “Now I can confirm the strategy for conquering Shen Hehui.”

Shen Hehui was still outside touching her own abs, where the scorching, damp body heat seemed to linger.

She watched the bathroom door open with wide eyes, followed Wang Qing eagerly, and then took the hairdryer from Wang Qing’s hand to dry her hair for her.

Wang Qing was like a languid cat, sitting lazily in front of Shen Hehui, looking almost well-behaved.

Shen Hehui carefully finished drying her hair, then wrapped her arms around Wang Qing’s waist and rested her chin on her shoulder: “The competition starts in two days.”

Wang Qing asked softly: “Are you very nervous?”

Shen Hehui let out a barely audible “mm.” However, it wasn’t because of the competition itself, but because she was going to sing a song written by Ji Laizhi.

Everyone in the industry knew the weight of Ji Laizhi’s name. Ever since news of her breakup with the Boss broke a few years ago, the line of people wanting to get into her bed could stretch from the company doors all the way to Hainan. Most of them just wanted a song from her.

“Ji Laizhi” hadn’t written songs for others in a long time, but as long as it was a song she wrote, there wasn’t a single one that didn’t become a hit. It was a shining golden brand.

Logically, being able to sing her song should have made her over the moon—why would she be nervous?

Shen Hehui held Wang Qing’s body, holding the person who, since she was a child, she had seen on TV—a person as distant and unreachable as the stars.

Wang Qing thought for a moment and tilted her head: “Alright, give me a kiss. Maybe I’ll show up at the venue to cheer for you?”

Shen Hehui didn’t hesitate to give her several kisses: “It’s a deal.”

Although New Century wasn’t selecting idols, because survival shows had been so popular the past two years, they adopted the same model: six mentors, a closed-off training camp, and a final national ranking.

It was called “closed-off,” but in reality, there were phones. Trainees with backgrounds brought them, and the staff would turn a blind eye. Aside from a nod as a greeting when she entered, Shen Hehui spent the rest of the time in her seat messaging Wang Qing.

Shen Hehui: “Sister, I’m so nervous.”

Wang Qing was right below the stage, wearing a black baseball cap, not very conspicuous. Wang Qing glanced at the cold-faced Shen Hehui in her seat—who ignored everyone else trying to greet her—and thought to herself that this kid was quite good at playing the “pitiful” card.

Wang Qing: “Don’t be nervous. I’ll be cheering for you!”

Shen Hehui: “Sister sounds like she’s coaxing a kindergartener.”

Wang Qing: “Aren’t you just a kid?”

Chen Wenxuan, sitting next to Shen Hehui, sharply noticed the corners of Shen Hehui’s mouth subtly rise by two pixels. She teased: “What’s making you so happy? Hide your phone; it’ll be our turn to go on stage soon.”

The duo of Shen Hehui and Chen Wenxuan was the most eye-catching group in the venue. They were former child stars who grew up together, filming commercials and dramas. They had the powerful Xinghuo agency behind them. More importantly, their debut stage song was written by Xinghuo’s gold-medal producer, Ji Laizhi.

It was an English song titled “Breaking the Cocoon.”

As the music slowly began, Wang Qing sat in the audience and heard the system’s voice in her head: “I didn’t expect you to actually be able to write songs.”

Wang Qing chuckled: “There’s a lot you haven’t expected.”

To be remembered on the debut stage, a song must be competitive. Pure lyricism isn’t enough. Therefore, Wang Qing left plenty of room for vocal display in the melody. The harmony between the two during the chorus and Shen Hehui’s effortless high notes won cheers and applause from the entire hall.

The melody of the song was very versatile, with a highly memorable chorus. It perfectly showcased the contestants’ vocal ranges while telling a story: two young girls holding long swords, hacking through thorns and overcoming hardships, finally reaching a cliff to watch the stars.

No one was more suited for this song than the eighteen-year-old Shen Hehui; it felt as if it were written specifically for her.

After each of the six mentors praised them, the lead initiator, He Shi, asked with interest: “This song was written by your company’s Teacher Ji. Everyone knows Teacher Ji hasn’t written songs in a long time. Do you feel honored to sing her song this time?”

He Shi had become famous nationwide years ago because of a song by Ji Laizhi. Rumor had it she also once had a fling with Ji Laizhi.

Chen Wenxuan said with a grin: “Yes, yes, we both feel very honored.”

Shen Hehui didn’t answer. He Shi pressed on: “Hehui? What do you think?”

Wang Qing sat in the audience watching the drama: “Is this also a former lover?”

The system said: “Yes. He Shi had a one-night stand with Ji Laizhi at a cocktail party years ago. After pestering her, Ji Laizhi bought her a song. It wasn’t written by Ji Laizhi, but it carried Ji Laizhi’s name.”

Wang Qing: “And that could still become a hit? It seems the audience recognizes the brand but doesn’t recognize the quality.”

“By the way, can you not drop me into a world halfway through next time? It ruins my room for maneuvering. These exes keep popping out like jumping beans; it makes me look like I’m out of tricks.”

Though she didn’t look like she was out of tricks at all—she found it quite fun. System: “It’s my first time as a system, I’m not skilled. Next world, we will start before you meet the target.”

Wang Qing: “Grinding affection points from scratch is more of a challenge anyway.”

System: “…”

This girl Shen Hehui—no matter how well-behaved she was in Wang Qing’s bed—it wasn’t hard to see she was a rebel once she got up. Those apricot eyes looked like a frozen lake when she wasn’t smiling. She stared straight at He Shi for two seconds, as if only just recognizing who she was: “Regarding this question, Teacher He Shi has more of a right to speak than we do.”

He Shi only had that one signature work; for the following years, she relied on variety shows to stay relevant. Hearing this, her face turned a kaleidoscope of colors. The mentor next to her smoothed things over: “Hahaha, it’s destiny; everyone has sung Teacher Ji’s songs.”

In the end, the two undeniably received an S-rating, taking the seat to compete for the only “S-Reserve” position.

The debut stage recording lasted until after 2:00 AM. The final part was for all S-reserves to come down for another round of battle to select the first and only true S.

Because the nature of the show was different from selecting idols—New Century held global auditions, with the top few from each province joining the final national audition—there were many talented people, and the preceding battle rounds were very exciting.

Among them were washed-up singers, internet celebrities, crossover actors, amateurs, and trainees like Shen Hehui who hadn’t debuted yet.

Wang Qing took this into account when choosing Shen Hehui’s battle song. She believed the song had to be differentiated from the debut stage. Since the debut stage was high-energy, this one could be storytelling-focused, yet still technical, using a competitive sense of narrative to move everyone.

It was a song Shen Hehui had written herself called “Becoming a Butterfly,” perfectly echoing “Breaking the Cocoon.”

Even Wang Qing had to admit that Shen Hehui was born for this. She had unique vocal conditions—her high notes were transparent, and her low notes were beautiful. Her looks were one of a kind, and she had such a distinctive personality.

She perfectly fit this type of competitive program.

When the song ended, the entire hall was silent. Everyone followed Shen Hehui’s low humming, as if witnessing the entire process of an eighteen-year-old girl breaking her cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

Then, the applause was like thunder.

An undeniable, sole S. There was no controversy whatsoever.

The moment the result was announced, Shen Hehui’s sharp eyes spotted Wang Qing sitting among a crowd of staff, smiling and clapping for her.

The system prompted: “Affection level increased by 10 points. Currently 85.”

Wang Qing felt even more gratified: “Good thing I didn’t leave early.”

As soon as the recording ended, Shen Hehui sprinted down from her seat, grabbed Wang Qing’s wrist, and pulled her into the nearest changing room, locking the door.

Shen Hehui’s kisses fell incessantly, tickling Wang Qing: “Are you crazy? Do you realize where we are…”

Shen Hehui blocked her lips: “No one will come in, Sister.”

As their lips and teeth melded, a fiery emotion was transmitted from the tip of Shen Hehui’s tongue. Wang Qing could only rub her head soothingly, but that rub only made Shen Hehui even more aggressive.

There were no cameras in the changing room. Shen Hehui licked and kissed Wang Qing’s neck, acting spoiled: “Is here okay?”

Wang Qing: “…”

Okay my foot!