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Chapter 304: Dong Shi Imitates Zhuang Zhou’s Frown, The Hot-Tempered Zhang Nachuan

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Dong Shi Imitates Zhuang Zhou’s Frown, The Hot-Tempered Zhang Nachuan

"Looks like it’s going to rain today!"

On the short walk from the hotel to the TV station across the street, Su Yi looked up at the sky overhead, feeling the oppressive and gloomy atmosphere, and concluded with a frown.

Lu Zhengzheng was being led by Xu Ling’an with one hand while she reached for her phone with the other, "I just checked the weather forecast, it says thunderstorms."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Sister Xixi’s eyes glancing over, and quickly put her phone away with a sheepish smile, "I’ll focus on walking, I’ll focus on walking."

Fortunately, when they entered the TV station, the air conditioning was strong and a refreshing coolness greeted them.

Su Yi couldn’t help but sigh in comfort. Though the border town she lived in was remote and backward, at least the summers were cool.

She really couldn’t get used to the muggy weather here in the Imperial City.

She just hoped today’s recording would take place inside the TV station, and not be shot on location.

Qian Yaya upset her aunt yesterday when she returned home and left the house obediently early this morning. She’d been sitting in the lobby for a while now.

Hearing the sound of several footsteps approaching, she quickly lifted her eyes from the phone screen and looked up.

A soft and gentle light blue color immediately appeared before her eyes.

Seeing who it was, she instinctively raised a smile and waved, "Teacher Jiang!"

She had followed the master craftsman to learn how to make ink yesterday, and they had developed some camaraderie.

In any case, Qian Yaya felt she had established some connection with Jiang Lingxi, and naturally greeted her proactively upon meeting.

Seeing the lively smile on the little girl’s face early in the morning, Jiang Lingxi also waved back and casually asked, "Been here long?"

"Not long at all, Teacher Jiang, please sit," Qian Yaya invited Jiang Lingxi to sit on the sofa next to her. Her gaze uncontrollably again fell on that calming light blue color, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, "Teacher Jiang, your outfit looks great today, even better than the light gray dress yesterday!"

"You like this style?"

"Mm-hmm," Qian Yaya nodded while her eyes moved to Jiang Lingxi’s hair casually clipped with a claw clip. "I think there’s no need to change your hairstyle today, it looks great this way. It adds a lazy and laid-back beauty to the outfit."

Jiang Lingxi touched the clip Xu Ling’an had chosen for her before heading out in the morning, "I think it looks good like this too."

"Right? Haha!"

Feeling delighted with the endorsement, Qian Yaya’s eyes turned into crescents with her smile.

A voice suddenly interjected, breaking their pleasant conversation, with an intentionally deep tone: "Hi, Yaya, morning, Teacher Jiang."

Both of them turned their heads at the same time to look over.

Jiang Lingxi glanced over Jing Huai’s face, which carried a faint smile, and nodded slightly as her gaze settled on the gray silk embroidered shirt he was wearing. Her eyebrows furrowed unnoticeably.

She really couldn’t tell if this person was doing it on purpose or if it was unintentional.

Just yesterday, Shen Yunqing had worn a gray embroidered silk dress, and today she saw a shirt of similar color and style. She couldn’t help but overthink it.

Truth be told, Jing Huai’s outfit was indeed intentional today. However, it wasn’t because of Shen Yunqing. He had only seen Shen Yunqing in the cafeteria yesterday and was more focused on Xu Qingmei, who was inexplicably angry, and hadn’t noticed what color or style of clothes Shen Yunqing was wearing,

The reason he intentionally wore this today was, firstly, because this shirt was a gift from Xu Qingmei, marking the first time he received something from her that was so close to the body.

Secondly, he thought Xu Qingmei might feel he looked better in it, otherwise she wouldn’t have given it to him to deliberately make him look ugly and nauseate himself, would she?

Based on these two assumptions, he decisively pushed aside the outfit his team stylist had prepared for him and opted for the gray shirt he believed Xu Qingmei would prefer more.

Qian Yaya, though somewhat disillusioned and disappointed because of her idol’s handwriting yesterday, had liked Jing Huai for so long and invested so much emotionally, that she couldn’t just sever her feelings all at once.

She chose to selectively forget the calligraphy TO signature she had already buried at the back of her desk drawer, and stood up cheerfully to greet him as usual, "Morning, Brother Jing Huai."

However, after seeing the gray shirt he wore and looking outside the TV station’s gate, where the sky was just as gray, combining the two, the image of that bright and clear figure in her memory felt suddenly more repressed to her.

Wearing a color that stands out on such a day would naturally be less apparent if one wasn’t trying to be so low-key!

What exactly is Brother Jing Huai’s styling team doing for a living?

On the other side, Lu Zhengzheng and Xu Ling’an also noticed Jing Huai’s outfit today, and they whispered together in a corner.

"An’an, do you think Jing Huai’s outfit today looks a bit familiar?"

Xu Ling’an nodded very slightly and replied in a low voice, "Trying to emulate someone beyond one’s ability."

Lu Zhengzheng looked at her with surprise, "Your tongue’s pretty sharp; you hid it well before."

Xu Ling’an pressed her lips together and smiled bashfully.

Lu Zhengzheng sneaked a few more glances at him and felt that her identity as simply being a passerby fan of Jing Huai was on the verge of collapsing.

She became a fan of him because of the TV dramas he acted in; she was into the character he portrayed.

But now returning to reality, the more she got to know the real person, the more disenchanted she became.

"I have to say, your description is spot on. Trying to emulate someone else, whoever is less competent feels more awkward!"

As she spoke these words, Lu Zhengzheng also heard in her heart the sound of the already worn-out filter she had for Jing Huai, shattering completely.

With the clock nearing eight, the other three guests, together with their assistants, hurriedly arrived.

Lin Nuo and Shen Huchen were doing alright; one was habitually silent, and the other would stay quiet without any acquaintances, so they both just sat on the sofa to rest upon arrival.

Shen Huchen did glance over at Jiang Lingxi several times, but in the end, he refrained from greeting her separately in front of everyone.

The last to arrive, Lu Sen, appeared a bit drained. Not even the bright green T-shirt he was wearing could salvage his somewhat dejected expression.

Seeing him like this, even Shen Huchen couldn’t help but give him a pat on the shoulder, "What’s up with you?"

"Don’t even mention it. I got a little piece of news early this morning," Lu Sen bitterly licked his lips, "it’s about today’s recording."

Shen Huchen turned out to be quite interested upon hearing this, "Oh, care to share?"

Lu Sen wiped his face, "Are you familiar with Master Zhang Nachuan?"

"Of course, a contemporary national treasure-level artist. Anyone who studies Chinese painting knows him." Shen Huchen couldn’t help rolling his eyes and then suddenly brightened up, "Are we going to visit Master Zhang’s private art museum today? I’ve always wanted to go, but unfortunately, Master Zhang hasn’t opened his museum much in recent years!"

Seeing his new friend so excited, Lu Sen tugged at the corners of his lips and nodded, "It seems your wish might really come true this time. But don’t get too excited yet; today’s visit is not just for tour purposes, Master Zhang has some requirements, he will test us."

"Personally test us? This is just... such a huge surprise."

Looking at the increasingly excited Shen Huchen, Lu Sen’s face suddenly turned into one of indescribable difficulty.

"Let me remind you, the Master Zhang you admire isn’t very tolerant, and he doesn’t care if we’re recording a show. If you don’t perform well, be prepared for criticism!"

Shen Huchen was unfazed by such reminders, "All great artists have characters."

Lu Sen gave a light scoff.

As someone who was fortunate enough to have faced the master’s temper in the past while being his junior, he felt saying "not very tolerant" was already putting it mildly; his temper was quite bad!

"Have you ever experienced being scolded and then retreating into self-isolation at home for a week?" He was even traumatized!

Shen Huchen: "...No, can’t be that bad, right?"