CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 277 - 270: 2 Awards
"Welcome, everyone, to the art museum," Yuwei introduced to the crowd.
"By coming here, you’ve stepped into the film hall," Yang Ni added with a smile.
A large number of young women had come to see Yuwei’s dorm, with a subconscious desire to compete against the girls from Class A.
But upon seeing the dorm’s design, the crowd gasped in amazement.
The dorm was stunningly well-decorated. Originally adorned in pink tones, the ambient lighting in dark red added a warm sunset-beach glow.
Rainbow-colored stripes painted on the bed frames complemented by hanging metal ornaments.
Cutouts of movie stars and illustrations of famous paintings pasted onto picture frames, evoking a nostalgic 80s vibe.
A set of "vintage" porcelain sat on the table at the center, with a pair of red high heels beneath it.
A gray suit jacket lay draped over a chair placed at the far end.
The setting resembled a movie scene in every way.
Standing at the back, Lu Bingbing’s face remained cold and indifferent; she had already been clued in on what had been transpiring outside.
This Yuwei reminded her of a tenacious Go Xiaoqiang—no matter how many times she’d been knocked down, she always survived inexplicably.
Just when it felt certain she’d be crushed, she would somehow flip the situation around in her favor.
Still, Bingbing knew her company would never just give up.
They would do whatever it took to ensure Bingbing made it into the final group of 11.
After the dorm viewing, everyone gathered in the largest rehearsal room for voting.
To ensure fairness, the voting box was made of fully transparent tempered glass.
The program team invited a special interior design expert onto the stage.
"Hello, everyone. I’ve just taken a closer look at the decorations in your dorms."
"Each one of them was wonderful. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all."
"You’ve given me a wealth of new design inspiration."
Although the designer’s words felt like polite platitudes, the girls couldn’t help but feel delighted nonetheless.
Ultimately, this was just a game, and having fun was the goal.
"We have two awards in total."
The designer’s announcement immediately perked everyone up.
"One award includes the chance to go out and watch a movie."
"Wow!"
The girls erupted in delighted cheers—the thought of going out for some relaxation thrilled them to no end.
Yuwei, however, thought more deeply about it. This was undoubtedly a promotional tactic.
After all, constantly showing fans competition footage and their lives on base could get boring.
Allowing viewers to see the most popular contestants out in the real world would have a significant positive effect.
"The other prize is right next to the television."
All eyes shifted toward the TV, where an elegant box was placed.
"Could it be money?"
"Maybe some food or drinks."
"Could it be invitation cards or tickets?"
Hearing the wild guesses, the designer was both amused and at a loss for words. Deep down, she envied these girls in the prime of their youth and brilliance.
The designer made no further comments and opened the box.
Inside, they found a miniature "dollhouse."
"This is a dollhouse of the ’Celestial Idol Dorm,’ custom-made for you by a model artisan commissioned by a renowned designer."
The girls laughed and clapped, though many couldn’t hide the look of disappointment in their eyes.
They wanted more than this—they craved prizes that could help them "survive" in this competition.
From the control room, Yang Xiaoyue watched the girls closely.
Through the cameras, she could clearly sense the subtle shifts in their mindset.
This segment, as Yuwei had anticipated, was designed with one purpose—the movie outing was the program team’s real objective.
Giving out the dollhouse was merely an emotional touch meant to set a cozy atmosphere.
"One of these awards goes to the dorm I personally consider the best-designed."
"Its bold vision transformed their space into a contemporary art gallery."
At this point, Yang Ni interrupted, eagerly asking, "Teacher, was it the dorm with the red high heels?"
Catching Yang Ni’s expectant gaze, the designer smiled and answered, "It’s the A3 dorm."
"Wow!"
The group burst into applause, with Yuwei’s dormmates theatrically expressing joy.
But based on the designer’s earlier refusal to answer Yang Ni’s question, it was evident she was following the script given by the production team.
"Next up is the People’s Choice Award for Best Popularity Dorm."
Because this was determined by internal voting, the girls began to cheer for their own dorms.
"B6, C2, B5!"
Many shouted their dorm names, with one notable exception—the Class A participants remained silent.
The designer continued, "This dorm belongs to girls with far-reaching ambitions..."
"Teacher, we all have far-reaching ambitions!"
"We all dream of chasing our dreams and discovering the world."
"We are filled with aspirations, too!"
The noise grew deafening until someone persisted, "These girls are also mindful of the greater good."
Everyone suddenly fell silent—the description sounded unreasonably grandiose.
Moments later, someone joked, "Mindful of the greater good? Isn’t that just another way of saying ’generous physique’?"
A clever girl noticed the designer’s gaze subtly directed at Gao Ziyi, and teased further, "Doesn’t that describe her figure?"
"Perfect!" Gao Ziyi finally picked up on the joke-line.
"Very light and airy!" When these words left the designer’s lips, the entire room erupted in laughter.
For Gao Ziyi was the only contestant who didn’t adhere to strict dieting.
"Say no more, teacher. Thank you." Gao Ziyi abruptly stood up.
Lu Bingbing frowned as she watched this unfold, feeling that Gao Ziyi had crossed the line.
Such impoliteness had no place in an idol.
Although Gao Ziyi may view her actions as genuine, in truth, they were utterly inconsiderate.
Through the camera feed, Yang Xiaoyue’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
This girl was a traffic machine; her usefulness to the show was immense.
Only by giving such contestants ample space to perform could the audience’s attention be sustained.
Jiang Mengqi and her dormmates were equally astonished to see their dorm gain such high popularity.
Could it be that Gao Ziyi naturally possessed an irresistible charisma?
Ultimately, the designer revealed the winning dorm’s name: B6.
Those who had mistaken Gao Qiuzi for being the main performer were shocked.
Meanwhile, Zhu Riri rolled her eyes in discontent.
As another comedic contestant on the show, she’d been entirely overlooked without a single close-up.
On the other hand, dreamers like Wang Qingyu, Fan Lei, and Zhang Zijing, who genuinely dedicated themselves to decorating their dorms, wore looks of disappointment.
They finally realized they’d forgotten the most important thing: this was a talent competition, and the real goal was to attract eyeballs.
When the event ended, the crowd dispersed, each person harboring differing emotions. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Some were filled with sadness, others with longing, and many with sorrow.
But one sentiment resonated among them all—they knew when they’d assemble again, someone would inevitably be eliminated.
The two months spent battling it out had been dreamlike, though they often regretted not being more audacious in trying to stand out.
Returning to their dorms, they collapsed onto beds, their spirits utterly drained from the relentless grind.
Each day seemed to pass without a moment of true rest.
They lived under constant pressure, forced to appear perpetually full of energy.
Cough! Cough!
In the dorm, Yuwei suddenly began to cough.
"Yuwei, are you okay?" Qiang Yueting hurried to her side.
"I’m fine, just a bit of throat discomfort." Yuwei suddenly felt uneasy.
"Could it be from working too hard lately?" Meng Meixuan handed her a bottle of water.
"That’s probably it!" Yuwei offered a smile, unwilling to trouble anyone.
She didn’t believe she was seriously ill—after all, everyone had been pushed into a state of semi-burnout from the intense recording schedule.
In the neighboring dorm, Lv Fangxin’s eyes had been red for two consecutive days.
After sipping some water, Yuwei laid down on her bed, resolving to rest it off.
