I, the princess of the dynasty, have hundreds of millions of talents, so what?

"Don't say I didn't touch you. Even in a fair competition, you seem to have never won?" Jiang Zhiyu looked down at Meng Zhenyue, without even a ripple in his calm eyes.

However, why did Meng Zhenyue suddenly start acting? Could it be that she had been infected by Liu Zhaowan after staying with him for too long?

Moreover, this is the employee passage and there is not even a camera, so who is Meng Zhenyue trying to perform for?

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly turned around and saw another tall and handsome figure standing in the corridor not far from her.

His body is like a slender bamboo, with sparse eyebrows and eyes.

It seems a little familiar.

It was not until a faint bitter taste came that Jiang Zhiyu remembered it again.

It's him.

The person I met before in Huaian County, the one with no problems at all with his internal organs.

Why is he here?

What is the relationship with Meng Zhenyue?

……

Su Hemian originally went to look for Su Daiqing, but because he was afraid of trouble, he deliberately did not ask staff to accompany him.

But I didn't expect to meet Jiang Zhiyu here.

In the dimly lit corridor filled with messy props, the girl looked at him with cold eyes.

Those eyes seemed to carry the deepest and richest scenery in the world, and her long, dark, satin-like hair moved without wind and spread to her waist.

A teardrop mole at the end of her eye adds more charm to her already beautiful face.

Su Hemian's heart suddenly began beating violently, and for a moment he could not tell whether the person standing in front of him was Jiang Zhiyu or the character he created - Lin Qingye.

……

Meng Zhenyue was a little upset when she heard Jiang Zhiyu say that she had never won, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't refute it.

However, when she saw Su Hemian walking towards her, she immediately put on a victim attitude, completely ignoring what Jiang Zhiyu thought.

"Are you hurt?" Su Hemian looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his voice low, like a stream in spring, with a touch of tenderness.

"..."Meng Zhenyue was speechless for a while.

Does this young master of the Su family have poor eyesight?

No matter how you look at it, the injured person should be her, Meng Zhenyue, right?

"No." Jiang Zhiyu was also a little surprised.

The tone this person used when speaking to her seemed a little too familiar.

Moreover, the voice seemed somewhat familiar.

"I, I think my left leg is sprained." Meng Zhenyue was extremely unwilling and looked at Su Hemian again, feeling quite aggrieved.

"The performance is about to start. There are too many people backstage and it's easy to get hurt." Su Hemian didn't even glance at Meng Zhenyue, but continued to look at Jiang Zhiyu, "Go to the waiting room early."

"Well, thank you." Jiang Zhiyu said nothing, turned around and walked towards the waiting room.

She didn't think much about it, she just thought that the man in front of her had something to say to Meng Zhenyue, so he sent her away.

Besides, it’s very close to the performance starting now.

Even if Meng Zhenyue had any other tricks, it would be too late.

So, Jiang Zhiyu didn't follow him anymore.

Letting out the line occasionally helps fish bite the hook.

……

"Su... uh, can you help me?" Meng Zhenyue had completely lost her temper, but when she saw Jiang Zhiyu leave, her mind started to become active again.

Who knows, maybe this young master of the Su family wants to get rid of Jiang Zhiyu and be alone with himself?

Meng Zhenyue pursed her lips and looked at Su Hemian pitifully, one hand even lightly hooked on her own black hair.

Unexpectedly, Su Hemian didn't even look at her, but turned around and walked in another direction.

"F*ck!" Meng Zhenyue was so angry that she even sweared, "Jiang Zhiyu, just wait for me!"

On the other side, Su Hemian raised his cell phone with a cold expression.

"Hello, Producer Lu, there is something dirty in the employee passage leading to the waiting room. Please take care of it. Thank you."

*

After hearing Su Hemian's call, Xiao Chen almost ran himself crazy.

"Hey, boss!" Xiao Chen panted, "Wu Ge and I have checked this place over ten times! There is nothing dirty here! Could it be that the young master is trying to play a trick on me, Xiao Chen?"

"Who are you? How can I play with you?" Lu Wen scolded him. "Okay, forget it if you don't have anything! Wait, unclean things? ... When you went there, was there anyone there?"

"There weren't many people here." Xiao Chen complained, "I ran into Sister Meng when I came here, and I even said hello to her! But she seemed to be in a bad mood and ignored me!"

"Meng Zhenyue?" Lu Wen's voice became deeper on the other end of the phone. "Okay, I got it. Go ahead and get busy! Remember, there can't be any mistakes in Su Daiqing and Jiang Zhiyu's team's performance tonight! If there's any mistake, you'll lose your bonus this month!"

"No! Boss! I have coordinated with all the teams and will ensure successful completion of the task!" Xiao Chen quickly expressed his opinion.

But on the other end of the phone, there was only a busy tone.

Xiao Chen was speechless and could only secretly give his boss of the evil gang a middle finger.

*

As some time was wasted, Su Hemian had no intention of looking for Su Daiqing and turned back to the VIP room on the third floor.

He stroked the cinnabar-colored bracelet in his hand, and couldn't help but recall the faint sense of alienation that shrouded Jiang Zhiyu.

There was a hint of thoughtfulness between Su Hemian's brows.

He just said a few simple greetings and didn't say anything extra.

Even the bracelet was taken off in advance.

It shouldn't be too abrupt, right?

So where does this alienation come from?

*

At exactly 8 o'clock China time, the first performance of "Top Stream" officially kicked off.

Yan Muzi and old man Yan Zhengwei had been waiting in front of the TV early, waiting for the live broadcast to begin.

Ever since Mr. Yan saw Jiang Zhiyu’s calligraphy works last time, he not only no longer opposed Yan Muzi watching "The Top Stream", but he himself became a fan of Jiang Zhiyu and even learned how to vote!

"Here we go, here we go!" Yan Muzi was extremely excited. "Oh my god, this place of Youxun Video is comparable to the international stage!"

"Why is this tutor's one vote counted as 1 votes? My one vote only counts as one vote?" Old Master Yan was quite dissatisfied.

After all, he is a well-known figure in the calligraphy world, so can't a few more votes be counted?

"Pfft, Grandpa! You're such a fool!" Yan Muzi almost laughed to death at his grandfather's serious expression. "He's a mentor after all! And, you see, some of the mentors are partial to Jiang Zhiyu!"

"Okay!" Old Master Yan nodded silently, "Then how did they decide the order of their performances? This guy spoke too fast, I didn't quite understand."

"Emm, this was decided by the captains by drawing lots in the previous footage." Yan Muzi searched for keywords on Weibo and reported the order to his grandfather, "Liu Zhaowan's team is first. Then comes Tina, Jiang Zhiyu, Meng Zhenyue..."

Only then did Mr. Yan nodded and said nothing.