Just as Meng Nianchu was about to ask her why she was asking this, ENYI suddenly asked again, "Do you dress like this at home?"
She was looking at the clothes on Meng Nianchu.
After a moment's hesitation, Meng Nianchu replied, "Yes."
"Does Mr. Mu like you dressing like this?"
Meng Nianchu's small face blushed involuntarily. "Maybe. He picked out these clothes."
When it came to clothes, Meng Nianchu never bothered too much. As long as Mu Junze saw new items from a clothing brand, he would buy them all to add to Meng Nianchu's wardrobe.
Mu Junze's taste was quite similar to Meng Nianchu's. Generally, she liked the clothes Mu Junze bought for her. Since someone was willing to take care of these things, Meng Nianchu naturally enjoyed the benefits.
ENYI seemed to be deep in thought.
Meng Nianchu asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
It sounded as if ENYI was trying to figure out Mu Junze's preference, which made Meng Nianchu feel uncomfortable, like her food was being eyed by someone else.
But she thought ENYI was so proud that she shouldn't fall for a married man.
However, things often turned out to be unexpected, which Meng Nianchu didn't realize until later.
"Nothing. Just asking casually." ENYI's attitude turned cold again. She said no more and walked gracefully and firmly into the clothing room beside.
Meng Nianchu had a strange feeling that something was off.
After the first round of the competition ended, the second round followed closely. The director announced the rules of the second round to Meng Nianchu and Linda. Different from the first round, this time the mentors also had to participate in the stage performance.
Not wanting to hold her students back, Meng Nianchu immediately started learning the dance after receiving the rules. Since it was the first time she had seen this dance piece, she found it a bit difficult at first.
While she was struggling to keep up with the music and repeating the dance moves, Linda walked leisurely through the back door with some pastries in her hand. Glancing at Meng Nianchu, she sneered.
"What on earth are you dancing? People who don't know might think you're doing radio gymnastics. With your dance level, how did you manage to become a mentor? You're supposed to teach your students, but I think you're even worse than them."
Meng Nianchu turned off the music, gasping for breath and sweating all over. She looked back at Linda. "If you have time to chatter here, you'd better go back and have a heart - to - heart talk with your own students, so that another one won't leave."
"What are you so proud of! With your performance, I don't have to worry about this competition at all! Your students are really unlucky to have a mentor like you. They deserve it for choosing a woman like you."
"What kind of woman?" Mu Feng walked up to Linda with a cup of warm milk in his hand. "No matter what, Teacher Meng still has all her students. Teacher Linda is so capable, yet she's short of one student and only has four left. It's useless just to shout slogans. Without any real actions, it's all nonsense."
After saying that, Mu Feng walked over to Meng Nianchu and handed her the warm milk. "I've told you not to work so hard. Teacher Meng, you're so excellent that you can easily beat your opponents. There's no need to be in a hurry."
"You're quite filial," Meng Nianchu said as she took the warm milk.
Mu Feng glanced provocatively at Linda. "Teacher Meng is gentle to her students. She's not like some female demons who are so terrifying."
"Say that again!" Linda was furious.
Mu Feng said, "Instead of doing these boring things here, you'd better think about how to keep all your students on the stage."
Linda was almost mad with anger. She glared at him with angry eyes and gritted her teeth. "Do you believe I can fail you in the audition and kick you out directly?"
"The audience isn't stupid. If I perform well, no one can kick me out."
Linda looked at Meng Nianchu and then at Mu Feng. Suddenly, as if she had understood something, she said, "Good! You two have been hooking up for a long time, haven't you! Meng Nianchu, I was right about you. You're so shameless!"
Meng Nianchu had heard these baseless words from Linda countless times. She really wondered if Linda would become a fool if all the nonsense in her head was deleted.
She took a sip of the warm milk. "Leave after you've said your piece."
"Do you think anyone wants to stay in this shabby place with you? A woman with such bad morals will surely get her just deserts. You'll never win against me in this competition!"
After shouting angrily, Linda left the lounge.
Two seconds later, there was a loud slamming sound from the corridor.
Mu Feng curled his lips. "Linda doesn't have much talent but has a big temper."
"Aren't you afraid of her retaliation? You were so scared of her at the beginning of the competition, but today you dared to say such unpleasant things to her," Meng Nianchu said as she turned on the music again and then turned it down a bit, following the rhythm.
Mu Feng scoffed. "It was out of necessity before. No one dared to act recklessly before being selected by a mentor. Now that Teacher Meng is protecting me, I'm not afraid of such things."
Standing behind, Mu Feng saw that Meng Nianchu could almost keep up with the steps and all her simple moves were quite standard. He clapped his hands. "I didn't expect Teacher Meng to be so good!"
"Keep it low - key," Meng Nianchu said.
Of course, Meng Nianchu was happy to be praised, but she had hidden this skill for many years and could suppress her excitement. At least she couldn't let Linda, who was currently feeling smug, know that she could dance. She would wait until all the stage lights were focused on her and then slap Linda in the face!
Once she set her mind on something, she would work hard persistently. The second round of the competition was five days later. Although Meng Nianchu was confident in her dance skills, just to be on the safe side, she kept adjusting the dance postures she thought were not good enough, striving to do her best.
Early the next morning, she arrived at the practice room.
Just as she finished listening to a song, Mu Feng's voice suddenly came from outside the practice room. "Teacher Meng!"
Meng Nianchu responded instinctively.
Then there was a suspicious "Huh?" from outside. After that, she heard Mu Feng say, "It's Teacher ENYI. Why do you dress so much like Teacher Meng? I thought it was Teacher Meng."
Meng Nianchu walked to the door. Mu Feng pushed the door open from the outside. Meng Nianchu immediately saw ENYI passing by outside, with a dressing style and even makeup almost identical to hers.
Her eyebrows knitted together.
At this time, Mu Feng asked hurriedly, "I'm going out to buy breakfast. Do you still want the vegetable buns from the shop downstairs?"