CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 144 - 141 Revealing Secrets

Live Stage

Fu Xiaoyu was helping her teammates practice their dance.

The configuration of this group was excellent; everyone approached their tasks with seriousness.

Or rather, all six people in this group knew what they wanted.

They weren’t distracted by rankings but instead devoted themselves wholeheartedly to practice.

Among them, only Fu Xiaoyu had received specialized dance training, so she took the responsibility of helping her teammates refine their movements.

However, the show organizers evidently took into consideration the group’s relative lack of dance skills. Their song "You Don’t Have to Spend Money" had a swing-like rhythm, with a light and lively melody, avoiding high-difficulty moves and focusing on showcasing the rhythmical flow of the body.

Fu Xiaoyu grasped the essence of the song brilliantly. During practice, she emphasized the beauty of moving the body with the music rather than the precision of hitting every beat.

"I must show my best side; I will never surrender or give up." Fu Xiaoyu walked to the corner, took a large swig of bottled water.

Ever since the throne seat competition, the program had given her a significant amount of off-camera attention.

During other times, she was nearly absent from the footage, as the camera mostly focused on her company-mate, Qiang Yueting.

If their company could only have one debut spot, then Qiang Yueting would undoubtedly be her biggest rival.

Evidently, Qiang Yueting had also realized this, and their relationship wasn’t as close as before.

"Fu Xiaoyu, are you okay? Do you want to rest a bit before continuing?" The stage effects instructor asked.

"I’m fine; rehearsal time is limited. Let’s begin!" Fu Xiaoyu replied with a smile.

The throne seat competition had only solidified her belief that opportunities are earned.

If someone else had taken the throne, perhaps she might have been overshadowed by others and gone unnoticed.

Since fate had given her a chance to shine, she couldn’t let it go to waste.

One of her greatest motivations came from the fans who visited her during her commutes these days. Meanwhile, Qiang Yueting had none.

Clearly, when it came to captivating the audience, she outperformed the other.

As the saying goes, "A small spark relies on promotion, but a blazing fire depends on fate."

The show could promote Qiang Yueting, but that didn’t mean Xiaoyu wouldn’t have the destiny to shine.

Lu Xiaoman’s group was practicing downstairs as well.

Her group, like Fu Xiaoyu’s, also maintained exceptional seriousness in their practice.

Among them, Zhang Zijing was particularly diligent in her dance training.

Her background was in voice training; while she knew some dance, she wasn’t very skilled.

As she practiced intently, she failed to notice Wu Youxuan from the Half of the Golden Autumn girl group quietly observing her, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.

The two bore a resemblance; both had angular facial features and an icy, elegant presence.

Wu Youxuan had her own unspeakable reasons for joining the girl group.

In fact, from the very first day she met Zhang Zijing, she noticed her.

She wanted to say something to this girl or at least orchestrate a chance encounter.

But she couldn’t determine if the other was like her.

The subsequent class divisions had relegated them to "worlds apart."

She had hoped to be on the same team during the selection process, but fate had other plans—they missed each other once again.

Lu Xiaoman seemed to notice something, walking over with a smile and saying, "Be bold. You might achieve the unexpected."

Wu Youxuan’s face instantly turned red. "Xiao Man, what... what are you saying?"

"You know exactly what I’m saying. Maybe in other places, you’d encounter prejudice, but here you won’t. This is our safe haven—a sanctuary for kind and loving girls."

Lu Xiaoman’s gaze grew suddenly deep, and her voice dipped lower.

"Love isn’t about carrying on life; it’s simply about love. Say something if you want to say it—missed opportunities bring a lifetime of regret. Youth and life only occur once."

After finishing, Lu Xiaoman gave a smile and turned to leave.

Wu Youxuan stood frozen, carefully pondering those words.

Her mind flooded back to memories of high school—the gossip, the ridicule surrounding her, and the pain she had caused that person.

"No, no, I can’t do this, I can’t..." Tears gently slid down her cheeks, her expression sorrowful.

In the broadcasting room, Yang Xiaoyue watched the crying Wu Youxuan and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. She understood this girl’s fears and sadness, and empathized with her hesitation.

Meanwhile, Fu Xiaoyu’s group was immersed in their relentless practice.

Chaos, however, had broken out within Qiang Yueting’s group.

"Jinglan, are you alright?" The insect-loving Han Qiuhua supported the pale and sweat-drenched girl.

"I’m fine, no problem." Jiao Jinglan, dignified and well-mannered, forced a smile through her pain.

"Don’t push yourself; you must go to the hospital," Qiang Yueting said, aware of her friend’s mindset and admiring her determination.

Qiang herself had health issues too. Before joining the program, doctors had advised her to avoid intense physical activity and refrain from singing and dancing. Her heart simply could not withstand the strain.

Yet she still came. For a young person, the drive to achieve fame was only part of it—what mattered more was honoring years of dedication and effort.

Qiang Yueting understood Jiao Jinglan’s feelings but still insisted with utmost seriousness that her friend must go to the hospital.

"I can’t leave. If I leave, what will happen to all of you? There’s only one day left until the performance." Jiao Jinglan burst into tears, conflicted by frustration and concern for her teammates.

"It’s okay. We’ll figure something out." Qiang Yueting fought back tears to keep them from falling.

The others, however, couldn’t hold back their sobbing.

The first public performance was their hope—but also their despair.

Those left behind wanted to deliver a regret-free performance, but now...

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." Jiao Jinglan apologized repeatedly to everyone.

Nearby, veil-clad Zhang Yuxin couldn’t stop crying.

Mysteriously, her face had developed rashes. Originally, the show had given her plenty of screen time because her looks stood out.

With fair skin, long legs, and an elegant, classical aura, she was a sensation even among the sea of beauties competing for attention. Her singing and dancing were competent too.

But her facial issues completely wiped out her biggest advantage.

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Now, seeing Jiao Jinglan injured, she cried even harder out of sympathy.

Lv Xiaoxue, always kind-hearted, turned her body away, unable to face them.

She had originally come here just to gain exposure before returning to acting, never imagining she’d grow so emotionally invested in these girls.

She found it unbearable to witness anyone leaving, though it was impossible to prevent.

Luo Fengwu felt equally distressed. Assigned by Yang Xiaoyue to observe these girls, the more she observed, the more guilt she felt.

These aspiring young women moved her—making her feel sadness, happiness, and even joy alongside them.

In her eyes, they were all sisters, allies in the shared crusade, comrades who would split the last crumb of snack to share with her.

Even though reality was cruel, with Jiao Jinglan sent to the hospital, their choreography had to be reorganized.

Exhausted beyond measure and capable of sleeping the moment they hit the bed, they had to relinquish their precious rest time.

Only under the show’s rigid enforcement did they finally sleep for just over two hours.

Otherwise, their bloodshot eyes would ruin their appearance onscreen.

Shenghai

A Villa

Mu Yunchu unfolded the piece of paper Ye Yuwei had passed to her under the guise of holding her phone.

"Please don’t trust anything Galaxy says. I’ve terminated my contract with them. Keep this confidential. Burn this note after reading it. Yunchu, thank you for your love. Please help me debut; you’re my only hope."

Reading the contents, Mu Yunchu’s heart was thrown into turmoil.

She hadn’t expected Ye Yuwei to no longer be an artist under Galaxy. But if she wasn’t, why was she representing them in the program?

Moreover, how had Ye Yuwei known Galaxy might approach her?

She was just someone who simply admired Ye Yuwei. How was she supposed to help her debut? Such a heavy responsibility fell upon her shoulders—what could she do?

To her, Ye Yuwei was merely a stranger.

Unsure of what to do, she reclined on the sofa, Ye Yuwei’s image and the note’s content replaying in her mind over and over.

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