Chapter 131: Transmigrated as a Scumbag in a Boy Group Survival Show (13)
“…Why is Mu Fengyin coming out right now?”
“Shouldn’t he be among the final few closing the show?”
Mu Fengyin was hardly hard of hearing, so naturally, he caught the hushed whispers rippling around him.
He shifted his eyes toward his manager in the crowd—feeling guilty as a thief, the man immediately jerked his gaze away.
Mu Fengyin sneered cold disdain in his heart, knowing full well that this was entirely the doing of the company’s top brass. Seeing that his five-year contract was fast approaching its expiration date and that his inclination to renew was exceptionally low, they had pulled off such a farce.
Childish.
Mu Fengyin thought to himself.
Did the company truly believe that after being set up like this, he would still continue working with them?
Regardless of his inner thoughts, Mu Fengyin maintained his gracious demeanor on the surface. He strolled onto the red carpet at a measured pace, waving at the cameras before proceeding to the signing and interview area set up by the magazine.
The host first showered Mu Fengyin with compliments regarding his dashing looks and sky-high popularity, before inquiring about his recent upcoming plans.
After all, everyone knew that Mu Fengyin’s contract with his agency was on the verge of expiring, so the company naturally wouldn’t feed him any resources. Right now, everything hinged on Mu Fengyin’s personal connections.
Though no genuine warmth reached Mu Fengyin’s eyes, his lips maintained a flawlessly unassailable expression. Holding the microphone, he dropped a massive bombshell—”…I might be collaborating with Director Gu recently?”
He left his sentence half-said. “Everyone will just have to wait a little longer for more good news.”
Though he dropped quite the teaser, the entertainment reporters and marketing accounts below had no intention of letting him off easy—
“Brother Mu, may I ask if you’ve been paying attention to any rookies in the industry lately?” an entertainment reporter suddenly inquired.
Because they were already at the interview spot, by rights, it should soon be time for Cen Yu’s group to step onto the red carpet.
“Lately, Jiang Jueming and Li Yanxiao have been steadily rising in popularity. I wonder if Brother Mu feels any sense of threat?”
The question sounded almost provocative.
Especially considering that the very next ones up were Jiang Jueming and his group.
Naturally, Mu Fengyin knew about this recently debuted boy group, though deep down he felt no real sense of threat… Casting his eyes toward the trouble-making reporter, he tossed back a diplomatic response, “Of course I’ve been keeping an eye on them.”
“They’re all extremely handsome, and their talent is outstanding.”
It just so happened that Cen Yu and the others had stepped onto the red carpet right at this moment, bringing Mu Fengyin’s answer to an end. As he signed his name and stepped away from the microphone, his eyes couldn’t help drifting toward the newly debuted boy group members over there.
Perhaps because Cen Yu’s outfit—exposing a strip of his waist—was excessively eye-catching, Mu Fengyin’s gaze lingered for a split second. Then, smiling and waving at his fans once more, he departed from the signing wall.
The moment he exited the red carpet, his manager sauntered over—
“I’m so sorry, Brother Mu,” the manager said, putting on a front. “The assistant I contacted was a newbie who didn’t know the ropes and failed to arrange things properly.”
Clad in a tailored suit from the brand he endorsed, Mu Fengyin lowered his head to cast a glance at the watch peeking from his wrist cuff… Looking as if he were checking the time, or as if he hadn’t heard a single word the manager said at all, he waited until the smile on his manager’s face was about to break before offering a faint smile, lightly patting the manager on the shoulder.
“Can’t blame you.”
“After all, a weak general leads a weak army.”
His words pointed straight at the boss of the management company behind the scenes. Yet if anyone tried to make an issue out of it, he could easily claim he was merely engaging in self-deprecation—since Mu Fengyin could be considered one of their bosses too. As for who he was truly insulting, both the manager and he knew full well in their hearts.
The expression on the manager’s face looked as if it were about to crumble.
“Brother Zhang is turning 40 this year, isn’t he?” Mu Fengyin opened his mouth out of nowhere, as if making casual small talk.
By this time, assistants and bodyguards had rushed over, shielding him from the fans constantly attempting to draw near.
Zhang Jun didn’t understand Mu Fengyin’s point, but he knew full well that no good intention lay behind those words.
He could only offer an apologetic smile. “Right… just turned 40.”
“If your memory is failing you, you might as well step aside for the newcomers,” Mu Fengyin’s gaze landed on the assistant walking over. “After all, passing the buck to rookies isn’t a great habit.”
Saying this, he paid no further mind to Zhang Jun’s expression. Listening to the magazine staff apologizing endlessly, he replied with a faint smile that it was no trouble at all, before stepping into the charity gala hall.
Cen Yu felt his face turning stiff from smiling!
By now, the weather had plunged deep into autumn. He profoundly felt that his belly button was freezing horribly, to the point where he could barely maintain the smile on his face.
“LITTLEYU!!!”
“I LOVE YOU AHHHHHH!!!”
Mu Fengyin had a massive fan base, but their group’s fans weren’t few either. Beyond the fan-site admins who clearly held media passes, a crowd of fans had gathered around the perimeter, screaming their names at the top of their lungs.
Cen Yu’s gaze landed on a fan holding up his light board, and he offered a light wave.
Another wave of screaming erupted over there.
Meanwhile, the group’s designated spokesperson was typically Jiang Jueming. Once the group settled into position by the signing wall, it was Jiang Jueming’s turn to speak.
The content was nothing more than their feelings about attending their very first event, followed by inquiries regarding their styling concept for today, along with various polite pleasantries.
At any rate, it was the kind of interview that passersby couldn’t be bothered to listen to and fans didn’t particularly care about.
However, the host seemed to find Cen Yu’s styling rather interesting. “Little Yu, was this tattoo specially prepared for today’s event?”
Cen Yu hadn’t expected a microphone to be handed straight to him. He let out a light laugh. “Of course.” Smiling at the host, he added, “It fits today’s theme quite well, doesn’t it?”
Today’s fashion gala carried a theme: Garden of Eden.
Cen Yu’s tattoo indeed held a slight connection to the Garden of Eden.
“Only, we wonder where Eve and Adam might be.” After offering a few more remarks, seeing that the heavyweights below were about to make their entrances, the host prepared to let Cen Yu and the others take their leave.
“…Please welcome Director Gu.”
Cen Yu caught the introduction echoing from the red carpet side, only then realizing that the next person up was actually Gu Hanyin.
Gu Hanyin was dressed simply in a plain black formal suit, wearing a wristwatch.
Facing the camera, not much of a smile touched his face. Though leaning on the slender side, his broad-shouldered frame ensured he didn’t appear frail in the slightest… Naturally, Cen Yu only managed to steal that single glance.
The group proceeded down the steps away from the signing wall.
Having just walked down, before Old Gao and Xie Jinshen could even greet them to lead them into the hall, Cen Yu suddenly raised his hand—
“Where’s the restroom?”
Cen Yu looked earnestly at Old Gao. “I need to hit the restroom.”
