220 The Atmosphere Is a Little Subtle
“Little Yuan, I’m fine now.” Qu Lin held Su Yuan’s hand.
The two of them walked down a long corridor hand in hand. After turning a corner, they saw a large metal door that could only be seen on a container. Su Yuan turned her head and smiled at Qu Lin, as if to say, ‘You see, I was right, they were just trying to be mysterious.’
The two of them pushed the metal door open, and the quiet corridor was instantly filled with all sorts of chattering.
“There’s a new person.”
“I don’t know which company he’s from, but it’s fine as long as he’s not from EL. Please!”
“Are they a group or are they trainees?”
“Aiyo, the lady on the left is pretty!”
…
This was the waiting area. It was very spacious and there were many people. It was somewhat like an enlarged version of a training room. There were chairs, water, various musical instruments, and a big mirror for dancing.
When Su Yuan and Qu Lin entered, there were people dancing, practicing songs, playing instruments, and others chatting.
Su Yuan pulled down her cap and lowered her head, trying to avoid the public’s line of sight. She pulled Qu Lin to find a chair and sat down.
After sitting down, Su Yuan took out her phone and was about to send Gu Qin a message to let him know that she was safe when her phone rang.
[Baby Yuan, is today the interview?]
Su Yuan could see Big Boss Mo’s struggle through the screen. It had been three weeks since he had been a coward and had not seen her.
Su Yuan was puzzled. He was the one who did something wrong, so why did it seem like he was being bullied? He avoided her every day. She could forget about the two weeks of military training. After the training, she would go back to the villa to see her mother.
This guy actually asked Fu Wen to buy her a bunch of things and then went on a business trip with the excuse that he had something to do at the branch in Country M. He had been hiding from her for so long, and now a WeChat message was going to turn the whole thing over? Not only was there no door, but there was also no window!
Su Yuan closed the chat and pretended not to see the message, then sent it to Gu Qin.
…
Back at EL headquarters, Mo Ting was indeed in a dilemma. He had prepared a bellyful of apology words, edited and deleted them, deleted and edited again, and in the end, he only sent out this useless nonsense.
After he sent the message, he regretted it and was about to delete it when Fu Wen reminded him, “President Mo, the other party will also see the notification if we recall our message.”
“Little Yuan, how’s her condition today?”
“Madam is full of energy today, she will definitely advance in rank.”
“But, I’m still a little worried,” Mo Ting replied after some thought.
“How about I inform Ethan and ask him to contact Pei Xifan?”
Mo Ting glanced at his phone that no longer lit up; it looked like it was broken, “No need, I’ll go to Chukai Entertainment now.”
Fu Wen said, “Then how about your afternoon meeting?”
“I still have time to delay.” Mo Ting replied. “Tell KD to wait for me at Chikai.”
‘KD?’ Fu Wen furrowed his brows. ‘Why was President Mo calling out to KD now?’
…
At the interview, the staff saw the two of them come in, checked their names, and gave them a number plate with their names. “When you go in later, remember to stick your name tag in a conspicuous position,” he also reminded her.
The two nodded. Qu Lin looked at the name tag and mumbled, “This is the first time in my life that I’ve participated in such a large-scale competition. I’m going to keep the name tag as a memento.”
When Su Yuan sent Gu Qin a message, Qu Lin also took out her phone and listened to music, reviewing the songs she would be using for the interview.
At this moment, someone patted Su Yuan’s shoulder. She sat up slightly, tilted her head, and used her cap to block the other person’s view.
“Which company are you from?” The man asked.
“Shang Yang,” Su Yuan replied.
“Is it a trainee or a group?” the man asked again.
“A group,” Su Yuan replied.
The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the atmosphere was a little strange.
Su Yuan couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.
At this time, Qu Lin suddenly whispered in her ear, “Little Yuan, do we need to go to the mirror and practice again?”
“Haven’t you had enough practice in school?” Su Yuan looked at her.
“No, it’s just that I saw them all practicing there, and our ran ran came in and sat down. Would it be okay?” Qu Lin did not dare to say the second half of the sentence.
Su Yuan was obviously just an 18-year-old freshman, but she had a calmness and composure that didn’t match her age. In short, she was much better than her. The room was full of people. Although some of them were chatting and laughing, the expressions on their faces were unnatural. They were obviously nervous. Only Su Yuan acted as if nothing had happened. She sat down as soon as she came in. She was very casual and powerful.
Without waiting for Su Yuan’s reply, a staff member came out of the interview corridor and called out a few names. There was a commotion in the crowd.