Meng Nianchu looked back at Mu Junze and gave him a faint smile. Then she asked another trainee to bring her the lyrics they had written.
"The lyrics are okay. Hurry up and finish writing them. We still need to compose the music later."
She returned the lyrics to the trainee. Mu Feng stepped closer to Meng Nianchu as if Mu Junze wasn't there and acted coquettishly, even more than usual. "I really can't come up with the music. How about you help us, Teacher Meng? You're so kind. You'll surely agree, right?"
Mu Feng deliberately elongated the last syllable.
Meng Nianchu got goosebumps all over and sized him up suspiciously from head to toe. "Speak properly!"
Why was this young and energetic guy acting so coquettishly all of a sudden!
Mu Feng suddenly remembered something. He ran to get the vegetable buns placed in the corner and handed them to Meng Nianchu. "I heard from the director that you'd be back this morning, so I specially went to buy them for you. You came in such a hurry this morning that you probably forgot to have breakfast."
As soon as she took the bag, a strong fragrance wafted out. Meng Nianchu broke into a big smile instantly. "You're quite thoughtful, kid."
The vegetable buns from the shop downstairs tasted amazing. Meng Nianchu offered one to Mu Junze like a treasure. "Have one."
Mu Junze turned his head away expressionlessly. "No, thanks."
"Really not?"
"Come on. Mr. Mu has already said he doesn't want any. Stop offering. I only bought two, and they're both for you. If you're still hungry, I'll go downstairs and buy some more for you. Hurry up and eat. They'll get cold soon."
Mu Feng interrupted from the side.
The delicious smell made Meng Nianchu drool. Seeing that Mu Junze really had no intention of eating, Meng Nianchu sat down and took a big bite of the bun.
She ate too fast. A piece of vegetable got stuck in her throat, and she started coughing violently.
"You're always in such a hurry when eating. No one's going to grab it from you. Can't you eat slower?" Mu Feng quickly handed her a glass of water.
Meng Nianchu gave him a disdainful look.
Mu Junze's gaze was fixed on the two of them. His big hand on the armrest of the chair tightly grasped the leather. Coldness flashed in his eyes.
It seemed that their relationship was really good!
Of course, he believed that Meng Nianchu knew her boundaries and there was no romantic relationship between her and Mu Feng. But seeing Mu Feng bustling around Meng Nianchu and caring about her so much, he just felt uncomfortable!
Mu Junze silently adjusted his emotions in his heart. He let out a long breath, not wanting others to see his displeasure in front of so many people and think he was petty.
As the competition was drawing closer by one more day, Meng Nianchu quickly finished her breakfast and then stayed with the five trainees, brainstorming and writing lyrics with them.
While they were concentrating on their work, Mu Junze didn't stop either.
Jin Hui had been beaten up by him and Meng Nianchu. He would surely not let it go. Maybe they knew that Mu Junze was with Meng Nianchu, so they didn't dare to act rashly. Instead, they shifted their focus to Mu Junze's project in the United States.
They tried to undermine him from behind. They spread rumors to the CEO of the American company that Mu Junze's company was facing a capital turnover crisis. If they really cooperated with Mu Junze on this project, it would surely end in failure!
Mu Junze was discussing the untruthfulness of this rumor with the senior executives in the American company on his computer, while on the other side, Meng Nianchu and her trainees were thinking about the lyrics.
The maple leaves outside the window were blown up by the gentle breeze. They circled in the air for a while and then floated back to the ground. The lazy sunlight shone into the room. The serious looks of these people at work were as quiet as a painting.
But there were always people who didn't appreciate this "painting".
Linda and the four trainees under her passed by. They took a glance inside and saw Meng Nianchu, Mu Feng and the others sitting on the floor.
"It's already been two days. Why haven't they written the lyrics yet? Their speed is too slow."
Hearing what the trainee behind her said, Linda's eyes showed pride. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at Meng Nianchu's back disdainfully. "So what if she can dance a little? She's still lacking in emotions and can't come up with anything. Now you know, if you had chosen her as your tutor back then, you'd be sitting there now."
The trainee who had spoken quickly echoed. "Teacher Linda is the best."
These words pleased Linda. "You go back to the practice room first. I'll give you ten minutes of break. Start practicing dancing after ten minutes."
"Let's go back then."
Watching the four trainees enter the practice room, Linda turned the doorknob of the room where Meng Nianchu was and leaned against the door. "The director said you should speed up and finish writing the lyrics quickly. Otherwise, when the competition comes, you won't have practiced the dance or composed the music. You'll all have to go home."
Hearing the voice, Meng Nianchu and the others looked over.
Seeing Linda, who was already getting carried away even before the competition started, Meng Nianchu didn't even bother to look at her. Since the recording of this variety show started, she had never stopped causing trouble for others.
There were still so many things to do, and Meng Nianchu really didn't have the heart to deal with her.
Linda provoked. "It's been so long. You have more people than us, but you still haven't written the lyrics. We've already written the lyrics and choreographed the dance. With your speed, how can you possibly win this competition! You might as well admit defeat earlier and save everyone's time."
Meng Nianchu strode forward and was about to close the door.
Linda quickly put her hand on the door to stop it. She stared closely at Meng Nianchu and suddenly brought up the fact that Meng Nianchu hadn't come to the venue yesterday. "I heard you weren't at the venue the whole day yesterday. What was so important that you couldn't come for a whole day and left your trainees here on their own?"
"Could it be that some anti - fan didn't like you and wanted to teach you a lesson, so they took you away?"
For some reason, when Meng Nianchu heard this from Linda, she always felt there was a hidden meaning. "What do you mean?"
Linda looked down at the nail polish on her right hand and replied with a sneer. "Last time, an anti - fan dared to pour paint on you openly. Maybe there's someone bold enough to take you somewhere else. Like making you work as a prostitute, or..."
"Are you that free?" Mu Junze, who had been holding back his anger, suddenly spoke. He grabbed the chair with his big hand and struggled to stand up. He took a step forward and stood beside Meng Nianchu, his bandaged leg hanging in the air. He stared back at Linda, whose face was full of surprise, with a cold and aloof expression.
"I..."
Linda suddenly panicked. Why was Mu Junze here?!
Meng Nianchu supported Mu Junze and wanted to help him sit back on the chair. As she helped Mu Junze move, Linda noticed his bandaged left leg and instantly screamed. "Oh my god!"
"Junze, what happened to your leg? Who did this?!"