CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 323 - 316 Script Traces

"Lu Lu-xuechang, are you nervous?" Long Zitao stepped forward reluctantly under Yang’s instructions to salvage the situation.

"I can’t calm down right now."

"Because I’ve never stood on a stage like this before."

"I’m really afraid of dragging my sisters down!"

Lu Lu followed Yang Xiaoyue’s instructions and started playing the sympathy card.

At this moment, it should have been Lai Ruoxuan stepping in to respond—something about how wonderful Lu Lu was, how hard he worked, and how much they appreciated him.

When fans hear this, they’ll think Lu Lu is such a good guy, and being the center position makes sense!

But what Yang Xiaoyue didn’t expect was that Lai Ruoxuan didn’t say a single word.

Instead, she held the microphone, gazed at the fans with a faint smile.

Clearly, this was her way of protesting the program crew out of extreme disappointment.

"Mute her mic immediately and let Duan Yuxin speak."

Yang Xiaoyue’s anger raged like wildfire, but her rationality led her to make the most advantageous decision.

"Lu Lu-xuechang truly worked very hard; one day, he even practiced until dawn," Duan Yuxin awkwardly managed to say something, unable to completely mask her true feelings.

In truth, she didn’t want to speak either, because she was very close friends with Lai Ruoxuan.

But she was more fearful of being kicked out by the program crew.

"I’m sorry, Qiqi, I’m so sorry," she kept saying to herself in her heart.

While Duan Yuxin spoke, Lai Ruoxuan didn’t look at her once.

She understood it wasn’t Duan Yuxin’s fault; often, people have no choice.

Long Zitao continued to ease the stage: "Lu Lu-xuechang, your performance today was great."

"It’s all thanks to the help from my sisters," Lu Lu responded awkwardly.

Just then, someone in the audience suddenly shouted, "Why isn’t Qiqi speaking?"

"Qiqi! Qiqi!"

The deafening chants erupted once again, forcing the program team to stop pretending to ignore the situation.

Even the mentors from the program team were visibly unimpressed.

There are many ways to promote someone, but this way just alienates their audience.

"Zitao, have them speak according to their number order," the mentors instructed.

Long Zitao immediately said, "Please speak according to your numbers, from smallest to largest."

From this group, the first to speak was Wang Na.

She cheerfully smiled and said, "Hello everyone, I’m number 3 in this group, Wang Na—your spicy Na—I’ll make you addicted to me."

This was akin to pouring oil onto the fire; every other group had their center position speaking first, but here they started assigning speeches based on numbers. And how were these numbers even determined?

Many "Qiqi fans" put away their banners and started walking out, and others who had cheered for their idols also began to leave.

Yang Xiaoyue was in complete panic this time. Moments ago, she still wanted to go head-to-head with these fans.

If these people left, the reputational damage for the program would be immeasurable.

After that, nobody would vote anymore, let alone invest money into the show.

"Xiaoyue, don’t act on impulse," Sun Miao urged desperately, disregarding everything else.

"Qiqi, speak immediately. The program will give you a fair resolution."

A frantic Yang Xiaoyue bypassed Long Zitao and directly addressed Lai Ruoxuan.

"Hello everyone, I’m ’Pot Luck’s’ signature flavor, Saucy Qiqi."

"Since the group assignments were finalized, I’ve felt that our group’s combination is a kind of fate."

Lai Ruoxuan, being highly experienced on stage, neither tried to plead nor played the sympathy card.

She simply stuck to the script created beforehand in consultation with the program crew.

Upon hearing Qiqi speak, the audience members paused.

"Each of us has our own unique style and flavor."

"It’s because of our varying flavors that, when combined, we become the delicious ensemble everyone enjoys. What I want is for everyone to love our performance today."

Lai Ruoxuan’s final sentences served to smooth things over for the program crew.

The implication was that her role as the center doesn’t matter—what’s important is that the stage is good and the audience likes it.

Although her fans were still furious, they calmed down, recognizing that storming out wouldn’t solve anything.

Others in the group felt the fallout as well, prompting Yang Xiaoyue to urge them to finish their speeches quickly.

The almost "riotous" incident resolved just like that.

"Alright, please take out your voting devices and choose your favorite girl."

The minute flew by.

According to the planned sequence, the announcement involved reading a letter card, which was initially meant for Wang Na.

However, fearing another uproar, the decision changed in favor of Lai Ruoxuan.

"Who will be this group’s voting queen?" Long Zitao shouted loudly.

The crowd erupted with chants for Lai Ruoxuan, completely drowning out the actors hired by the program crew. Now, even if the program wanted to rig the results, it was impossible.

"Zitao, announce Lai Ruoxuan as this group’s voting queen," Yang Xiaoyue said weakly.

Amid the thunderous cheers, Lai Ruoxuan won her first voting queen title since joining the program. She bowed deeply to everyone, holding back tears.

Wang Na, meanwhile, wore a fake smile, her eyes burning with resentment.

In the waiting room, everyone erupted with joy; chants of "Qiqi" resonated throughout the space.

Lv Fangxin, while thrilled for Qiqi, felt a deep sense of loss. Among the six groups, only she failed to win the title of voting queen.

This dealt a significant blow to the confidence she had only recently begun to build.

She even felt a sense of terror, fearing her fans were about to abandon her.

In an effort to stabilize the atmosphere further, Yang Xiaoyue surprised everyone by allowing Qiqi’s group to interact closely with the audience.

Behind the safety barriers to prevent incidents, Qiqi ran over excitedly, shaking hands with fans.

As a girl group member, this was something she was highly familiar with.

"Qiqi, don’t worry. I’ll vote for you; I’m a Ye Yuwei fan," one fan shouted.

"Qiqi, we’ll support you; don’t be afraid. I’m a Lv Fangxin fan," another called.

"Qiqi, I’m your fan—I’ll empty my entire savings account tomorrow!"

Hearing the fans’ voices, Lai Ruoxuan felt deeply moved, her life suddenly imbued with meaning.

"Thank you all so much—but please don’t spend money voting for me. Thank you..."

Feeling hopeless about debuting, Qiqi didn’t want fans wasting their money on her.

She held back tears while smiling as brightly as possible, doing her best to appear joyful.

Many fans cried upon seeing this; if not for their hesitations, they would have already started scolding the program crew.

Onstage

"Today’s performances have all concluded. Thank you to the six popular seniors for coming as guest mentors."

"Now tell me—was today’s competition exciting or not?"

Though dissatisfaction lingered over the final performance, the crowd still put on a show of politeness.

Long Zitao carried on in the less-than-cheerful atmosphere: "Your next task has arrived—please welcome all the girls from Tian Ou onstage."

"You will now choose your favorite group from tonight’s six performances."

As Long Zitao spoke, all the girls emerged from the backstage area in single file.

Instead of shimmering gold, they now wore dreamy violet.

Each girl radiated beauty, lining up into six rows, with the center positions leading.

This segment had not been disclosed to the trainees beforehand.

Each girl wondered if this would be another reward tied to external opportunities—like how the group with the most votes last time got to perform at the Strawberry Music Festival. The tension rose among them.

Perhaps this time, it would be an even better platform than that.