Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1070 - 529

The multifunctional studio hall at East Capital TV Station now looks more like a messy vegetable market.

Fang Cheng shielded Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin, squeezing through the crowded security gate.

As soon as they entered, a mix of perfume, hairspray, and boxed lunch smells hit them in the face.

Dozens of folding long tables were put together as a temporary registration point, with crumpled waste paper and empty mineral water bottles all over the floor.

Fang Cheng took a registration form from the staff and found a slightly empty corner of a table to help Zhou Xiumei fill out her identity information and competition song.

Then, in exchange, they got a round number sticker with "0527" on it.

"Stick it on the left side of your chest, don’t stick it crookedly."

Fang Cheng peeled off the adhesive and handed the number plate over.

Zhou Xiumei, with a guitar case on her shoulder, carefully took it with both hands, stuck it on her dress, and pressed it repeatedly.

The waiting area was on the other side of the hall.

There were no glamorous independent dressing rooms here, just a circle made with red caution tape, lined with several rows of chairs.

It was filled with contestants of various strange shapes, with occasional sounds of vocal exercises.

On the left, a girl in a studded leather jacket looked like a rock star wildly shaking her head, emitting unclear roars from her mouth.

On the right, an old man wearing sunglasses was practicing the moonwalk against the wall, his leather shoes squeaking on the floor.

Not far away, a young man was gesturing while mumbling, "Yo, yo, check it out!"

Plus those around reciting deep monologues, rehearsing lines, touching up makeup with small mirrors...

The chaotic scene made the already introverted Zhou Xiumei even paler.

"Are you nervous?"

Fang Cheng looked at her gently, naturally reaching out to pat her shoulder.

"No."

Zhou Xiumei shook her head in denial, stubbornly mumbling in a low voice:

"I... I just feel a bit thirsty."

"Alright, I have water with me."

Fang Cheng smiled without exposing her.

Then he took out a pre-prepared bottle of mineral water from his bag, unscrewed the cap, and handed it directly to her mouth.

Zhou Xiumei paused slightly, her cheeks suddenly reddened, but she obediently leaned over and took a small sip from his hand.

The warm water flowed through her parched throat, washing away the bit of panic in her heart with sudden sweetness.

The surrounding chaotic noises didn’t seem as piercing anymore.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from the entrance of the hall, even overpowering the on-site sound.

"Look, Cheng Jiashu is here!"

"It’s really Cheng Jiashu! Ahhh—hubby!"

The originally noisy hall instantly boiled over, like a pot of boiling water.

Several bodyguards in black suits quickly burst in, forming a human wall hand in hand, forcibly carving a path through the crowd frantically rushing forward.

And at the end of that path, a young man in a custom white casual suit walked gracefully forward.

His hair was styled exquisitely, and he wore a perfectly measured smile on his face.

Facing the surrounding screams loud enough to break eardrums, and the flashlights nearly blinding, he maintained an impeccable and graceful demeanor.

Occasionally, he smiled and waved to both sides, leading to another round of heart-wrenching screams from the crowd.

Cheng Jiashu.

The superstar who only lived on TV and posters now appeared tangibly in reality.

Fang Cheng stood on the outskirts of the crowd, hands in his pockets, coldly watching the scene.

Even from a few dozen meters away, he could clearly see the delicate eyeliner at the corner of Cheng Jiashu’s eyes and even smell the faint familiar perfume scent.

"Quite the presence, just a bit too effeminate..."

Fang Cheng secretly remarked in his heart.

But he also had to admire this guy’s acting skills.

No one would have guessed that this gentle and elegant, pretty boy idol star could be, in secret, a bloodstained murderer, ready to lose control at any moment.

While walking the red carpet, Cheng Jiashu seemed to sense something, suddenly pausing his steps.

He slightly turned his head, his gaze bypassing countless heads and banners, landing accurately on Fang Cheng in the corner.

Their eyes met in a split second in mid-air.

Cheng Jiashu’s smile didn’t change in curvature, only his brow raised slightly.

Then he turned as if nothing had happened, walking towards the judges’ table surrounded by staff.

That brief eye contact was so quick it seemed like an illusion and went unnoticed by others.

Except for the extremely tense Zhou Xiumei.

"Was he... just looking at us?"

Zhou Xiumei pressed her hand to her chest, feeling like her heart was about to jump out.

"Probably because there are a lot of beauties on our side."

Fang Cheng shrugged and casually made a joke to ease the atmosphere.

After the commotion, the auditions officially began.

Since it was a preliminary round, the judges had little patience to listen to a complete song, working with an efficiency that was almost ruthless.

"Stop! Pitch is too off, next one."

"Stop! What are you singing? Please memorize the lyrics and come back."

"This contestant, this is a singing competition, not a god dance, step down."

The girl who cosplayed as a rock star had only yowled a couple of lines into the microphone before the judges mercilessly pressed the bell to send her away.

On her way down, she angrily showed a middle finger and was immediately carried out by two security guards.

Watching one contestant after another come down looking defeated, Zhou Xiumei’s breathing grew more rapid, and her face looked increasingly worse.