Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 406 - 407: Class Z for One Year

Chapter 406: Chapter 407: Class Z for One Year

"Bang!" In a certain living room, Deng Zhaoyan, angered by the comments she read, couldn’t help but hurl the glass water cup sitting on the table.

The crisp and pleasant sound of shattering echoed, venting Deng Zhaoyan’s frustration.

Throwing the water cup wasn’t enough, she began tossing other things around, and after a random spree of throwing, she felt a bit of the gloom lift from her heart.

Just then, the front door opened, and Deng Zhaoyan’s agent walked in, glanced at the mess in the living room without surprise, and said solemnly, "Feeling any better? Once you’re calmer, start a video call with the team to discuss how to handle this."

Deng Zhaoyan clenched her teeth, gripping a throw pillow tightly, "You all take care of it, I don’t want to be involved anymore."

The agent lifted an eyelid: "If you had told me before posting on Weibo and been as obedient as you are now, you wouldn’t be facing this situation at all."

Deng Zhaoyan glared at him sharply, refusing to talk about it: "Are you too free? Do you even want to help me resolve this PR crisis anymore?"

The agent calmly said, "Deng Zhaoyan, I need a reason after this is resolved. You’re not the small second-tier celebrity you were years ago; you don’t act without reason anymore. I don’t know what grudge you have against He Jinxia, but you always have to clash with her. I need a reason."

Deng Zhaoyan turned her head away, simply hearing the name "He Jinxia" irritated her now, and she wanted to throw things.

That evening, He Jinxia chatted with her mother.

Mrs. He wasn’t really into Weibo, but she liked to read the news, especially celebrity gossip.

She saw the gossip about He Jinxia and Deng Zhaoyan and couldn’t help but ask, "Jinxia, did you offend Deng Zhaoyan?"

He Jinxia paused, "Why do you say that?"

Mrs. He: "The news says you two are at odds, that’s why you started tearing into each other on Weibo. Oh, right, what were you arguing with her about?"

He Jinxia smiled slightly and briefly recounted the incident with JY.

"I knew Meng Wan wasn’t that sort of person, so I spoke a few words in her defense. To my surprise, Deng Zhaoyan then strongly supported JY, claiming they were sincere and trustworthy in the entertainment circle. Many people saw it and felt she was directly opposing me."

Mrs. He frowned, initially indifferent but now feeling that Deng Zhaoyan had indeed meant to oppose He Jinxia, especially since she came forward with that statement right after Jinxia’s Weibo post.

"Why would she want to go against you?"

He Jinxia shrugged, "Maybe because I’m too outstanding."

Mrs. He: "..."

He Jinxia: "Outstanding people always provoke jealousy."

Mrs. He: "..."

She was at a loss for words in response to that.

Suddenly worried, Mrs. He said, "You’re going to immerse in your role tomorrow; wouldn’t that be too exhausting? You’ve just returned from the U.S."

He Jinxia shook her head, "Mom, you don’t know how bored I was in the States; I played there for more than ten days. I considered it a vacation for myself."

"I’ll be joining the crew in a week after this role immersion. This time the filming is at Imperial City University of Transportation, not far from Dongting Lake Garden. If you miss me, you can come visit the set anytime and bring me some delicious food."

Mrs. He gave her a light look, "After all that, it turns out you’re just looking for me to be your cook."

He Jinxia blinked, saying earnestly and sincerely, "Not at all, I just miss you."

"I miss you" proved to be the year’s best sweet catchphrase; upon hearing it from a boyfriend, the girlfriend blushes, and from a daughter, the mother feels gratified.

Mrs. He gently patted her hand, saying, "You little imp, always picking nice things to tell me."

As they chatted, the conversation turned to He Hui.

He Jinxia asked if He Hui had tried to contact her, Mrs. He quickly said no.

"After that, she called a few more times, accusing me of being ungrateful and such, which I completely ignored. Then she started begging for mercy, saying she wouldn’t do anything anymore and wouldn’t leak any information, asking me to drive the reporters away."

Speaking of this, Mrs. He was puzzled too, "It’s not like I invited the reporters, and is it even possible for me to simply send them away? I myself can’t wait for the reporters to leave. As soon as they do, He Hui won’t have a platform to spill your negative news, which would be bad for you. I have no idea where they found so many reporters to bother us."

He Jinxia’s eyes twinkled slightly as she said with a smile, "I’ve been getting a lot of exposure on the reality show recently, and my popularity is even surpassing the time when my dramas aired, so the reporters are desperately looking for dirt on me to smear my name. Before, they used to come directly to the filming site to find me. They could hide from the general public but not from the keen-nosed reporters."

Mrs. He frowned tightly, looking rather distressed, "So what are we going to do? If they release some scandal about you, you..."

He Jinxia reassured her, "Mom, don’t worry, I won’t be in trouble. Brother Luo told me he’s prepared a contingency plan, so even if something gets leaked, we don’t have to be afraid."

"It’s not a glorious thing for relatives to come asking for money. The people have eyes to see. There’s no such thing as endlessly supporting relatives without condition. They’re neither armless nor legless. Even if they’re in debt, it’s not up to me to help them repay it."

There’s a saying: giving money is a favor, not giving is duty.

The intertwining of family and relatives in Huaxia is a unique national condition. When it comes to the bottom line and demands among relatives, everything must be discounted. Even if there are quarrels, we say we’re all relatives and should be more understanding of each other.

He Jinxia understood this, which is why she had never said a word when Mrs. Sheng offered to finance their supermarket and lent them money, leaving it all up to her mother to decide.

But no one can keep giving forever!

Financed a supermarket, which then went bankrupt.

Lent them money, which they spent without repayment, and then continued to borrow.

Anyone entangled by so-called "poor relatives" would be in a bad mood, not to mention whether they were truly needy or just pretending.

After talking with her mother for a while, she reassured Mrs. He and seeing that it was getting late, He Jinxia went to her room to rest.

Before going to sleep, she checked Weibo again and found that since she had rebutted Wen Ningning in the morning, the posts from the JY group members reminiscing about Meng Wan had returned to normal, without any hidden implications.

He Jinxia shook her head and chuckled softly. So cowardly.

After sending a goodnight message to Sheng Yan, she turned off her phone and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Class Z of Imperial City Tonghua Middle School’s high school division welcomed a special transfer student.

Dressed in the school uniform, He Jinxia stood at the podium, her black, shiny hair tied up high, her face covered with a mask, and her eyes shielded with thick glasses, standing a bit self-consciously.

Under the gaze of all the students, she methodically wrote down her pseudonym on the blackboard—

Xia Jinhe.

The teacher’s gentle voice came, "This is our new student, Xia Jinhe. I hope you will all get along well with her."

There were sporadic claps, but more curious discussions ensued. Some students joked, asking, "Teacher, why is the new student transferring at this time?"

Others asked, "Teacher, why is the new student wearing a mask?"

Still others inquired, "Teacher, where did the new student used to study, and are her grades good?"

...

Class Z of the high school first year was the worst in the division, a dumping ground for all the misfits.

This class was filled with the worst performing, most temperamental, and least teacher-fearing students in the whole grade!!