CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 421 - 413: Sharing the Fruit

Each group had a distinct style,

The group led by Fu Xiaoyu embodied the "cool and glamorous" aesthetic, leaning toward a sophisticated urban femme fatale vibe, emphasizing cold elegance and pride. Their expressions were sharp and chic, with fluid gestures that accentuated the beauty of body lines and created an overall commanding presence.

The group led by Jiang Mengqi, themed sweetness, embraced a clear "campus fashion" style. Zhang Zijing and Duan Yuxin were part of this group; their outfits were fresh and comfortable, and their expressions needed to be both cute and sweet, while exuding a youthful vibe. Their poses were casual and effortless.

The fashion group, represented by Wu Zixuan, focused on the details of clothing combinations and the harmony of accessories. This group’s target was urban professional women—a niche of indie and stylish crowd—emphasizing practicality and a sense of modern fashion.

As for Yuwei’s group, it showcased a luxurious elegance. Initially, everyone thought there might be an issue with Lai Ruoxuan fitting into this theme. However, surprisingly, this seemingly "preschooler-type" girl looked unexpectedly striking after styling.

She wore a dreamy pale rose princess gown paired with a more mature makeover.

She looked just like the youngest princess raised in a fairytale castle.

This particular outfit completely concealed her petite stature, highlighting her most sophisticated aspects instead.

Additionally, while her features often appeared cute, with this makeup styling they surprisingly radiated a grandeur.

This was an absolute transformation of her usual demeanor.

The three of them cooperated seamlessly; their presentation targeted an audience of affluent ladies pampered in luxury.

This group didn’t rely on physique or body lines but rather exuded an aura of regal refinement.

After this group’s shoot, the team leader in charge of their work gained an even deeper impression of these girls.

The fact that this collective could pull off so many styles and showcase them flawlessly was remarkable.

For most girl groups, their limit usually boiled down to one or, at best, two signature styles.

Such limitations tended to hinder their further growth in the industry.

The Tianou girl group’s ability to take on a versatile range of styles naturally placed them leagues ahead of typical competitors.

After dinner, the team began photographing the 11 members as a whole for group shots.

Lv Fangxin felt her body couldn’t take it anymore. Even Yuwei, usually composed and stoic toward any work, showed signs of exhaustion.

All of them shared one thought: their legs felt close to breaking; their faces felt stiff as stone.

When focusing hard during the shoot, they managed to push through, but the moment they relaxed, every muscle ached unbearably.

This was the inevitable accumulation of fatigue over recent days.

Since forming the group, everyone’s mind and body hadn’t had an opportunity for proper rest.

Still, they understood that their livelihood depended on the fleeting youth of this industry.

Meng Meixuan rubbed her calves during a break; she’d been in heels all day and her feet were killing her.

Li Zimeng, over on the other side, also wore a pained expression while massaging her own legs.

Among them, Yang Ni was faring better, as she had worn flat shoes throughout.

At that moment, everyone envied her for sporting the gender-neutral style.

"Meixuan, why don’t you rest a bit?" Yuwei suggested, noticing how close they were to hitting their limits.

"It’s fine, let’s keep going! There shouldn’t be much left now," replied Meng Meixuan, stubbornly straightening herself up again.

"I swear, I’m never wearing heels again," Wu Zixuan said with a pained grin; her once-sweet demeanor now resembled a bitter gourd.

"Is this the price of beauty? Some suffer the cold and runny noses, while we endure foot pain and tears," remarked Fu Xiaoyu with a laugh.

Everyone burst into laughter, with Yang Ni clutching her stomach from laughing too hard: "So you’re saying I’m not beautiful, huh?"

"You’re the coolest—the coolest isn’t good enough?" Yuwei countered with a smile.

"But I want to be feminine too!" Yang Ni’s remark caught everyone off guard.

Li Zimeng joined in, laughing while teasing: "If you turned feminine, we wouldn’t have any ’man’ left among us."

After a brief silence, nine of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, nearly collapsing to the floor, leaving only the two with an awkward expression.

Li Zimeng hadn’t expected her casual joke to trigger such chaos.

Flustered, she could only awkwardly chuckle along.

"So it’d be ten guys and one girl?" Yang Ni pouted, her exaggerated expression carried surprisingly delicate charm.

The final shots were the most complex yet, as the group had to pose at considerable distances from each other within a large backdrop while striking difficult poses.

This time, all eleven members donned luxurious silk robes made from a mysterious material that felt like touching the surface of water.

Additionally, they were outfitted with colorful angel wings and styled with retro European-inspired makeup.

Next came the wirework; they needed to shoot in front of a green screen to enable post-production effects.

The difficulty of this shoot was high, with cameramen capturing shots from every angle, whether ground-level or aerial.

While the eleven looked stunning in their outfits, in reality, they resembled eleven boiled chickens dangling mid-air.

The photographers exclaimed how beautiful they looked, nearly driving them mad; the girls even wished they could hoist the camera crew up for revenge.

At 2:30 a.m., the day’s work finally ended, though tomorrow they would need to shoot their music video.

Oddly enough, despite being utterly exhausted, the moment they boarded the nanny van, they regained enough energy to chat.

"Zijing, I noticed you ate very little tonight, so I grabbed a fruit salad for you," Yuwei said.

"Thanks! You should eat something too. You haven’t eaten much either," replied Zijing.

Sitting behind them, Yang Ni immediately feigned a jealous tone: "Captain, are you only caring for your Zijing? Aren’t the other ten of us here your sisters too?"

Zhang Zijing, her face flushed from having removed makeup, shrank into her seat, feeling both proud and shy.

"How could I forget you all? I grabbed another box as well," Yuwei quickly raised a second box.

"So Zijing gets her own box while the nine of us share one?" Mengqi teased.

"At least there’s something to eat—Captain’s heart is in the right place!" Wu Zixuan dragged out her words playfully.

"Zijing gets the sweet taste while ours is sour," Lai Ruoxuan chimed in mischievously.

Yuwei was almost driven out of her mind by the group’s relentless teasing; at some point, her role had become "team bait."

"Alright, alright, everyone share quickly while there’s still food left!" Yuwei resorted to using snacks to silence them.

"Why does Fangxin get pitaya while I get oranges?" Fu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but complain.

"Yeah! I want pitaya too," Meixuan glanced at her small slice of apple with dismay.

"Hmph! This pitaya is mine alone!" Lv Fangxin proudly tilted her chin.

Li Zimeng was momentarily puzzled: "Why?"

"Because the fruit distribution is based on beauty rankings, and I’m the prettiest!" Lv Fangxin declared unabashedly.

The girls erupted instantly.

"What?!"

"Little brat, are you saying your big sisters are ugly?!"

"You’re dead today! I’m gonna pluck your baby feathers!"

"Oh please, are you joking? Your big sisters are the real beauty queens!"

In the confined space of the vehicle, there was no escape for Lv Fangxin, and she was mercilessly teased and playfully bullied.

When the group finally disbanded their faux-crowd pile, Lv Fangxin collapsed lifelessly in her seat.

"You guys... Why? How did I end up stuck on a team with these lunatics?!"

She let out a wail so pitiful, it seemed as if the heavens had taken pity on her.