I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

Can you change the fate of others?

The memory of Zixin falling on the stage kept playing in Jiang Chuwei's mind, and the pain was unbearable.

She originally believed that she would be able to change some things after her rebirth, but as of now.

I haven't changed much.

On September 2012, 9, I returned to this timeline. Although I resigned early and rushed to the agency I longed for, I still ended up being rejected.

On September 2012, 9, I completely missed the registration and decided to just be a staff member.

On September 2012, 9, because her mobile phone was malfunctioning, she mistook the time and came to the original interview venue. Unexpectedly, she received more attention from Wu Chen than before.

On September 2012, 9, I took the retest and my ranking was higher than before my rebirth.

In the end, he signed the contract without hesitation.

But, is this considered a no-brainer?

She was just struggling. She found that she could not become a superstar all at once, and she almost missed the opportunity to become a theater idol.

Fate seemed to be playing a joke on her. The more things she didn't want to happen again, the more they would happen again according to the previous trajectory.

Very little can be changed. Those insignificant little things, what's the point of changing them?

Rebirth, for what?

Is it just to walk the road of these ten years again?

Does that mean we have to continue to swipe to like one more time?

Will all the film and television resources be lost?

It's so painful to think about this.

Jiang Chu sighed slightly, she really couldn't accept the feeling of reliving her memories. She is a person who is determined to move forward, and she could not accept it. Now it seems as if there is an invisible hand pushing her to take the previous path.

She opened her eyes and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her right hand. When she felt sad, there were tears in her eyes, but luckily they didn't flow down.

Before she got distracted, it was Cheng Zixin who introduced her. When she regained her composure, she had already arrived at Zheng Jingping.

Zheng Jingping brushed her long hair, and Jiang Chuwei took a closer look. Zheng Jingping's messy hair looked particularly beautiful tonight under the lighting of the stadium.

Messy beauty.

A girl from Liaoning, 165cm tall, with double eyelids, her hobby is playing games.

Li Shuqin almost jumped up. She, a 16-year-old girl, looked much younger than Zi Xin. It could also be said that Zi Xin was too mature, while Li Shuqin had no worries and looked more suitable. Innocent".

"Hello everyone, my ancestral home is Huzhou..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Xinyi whispered: "It should be Fuzhou."

Li Shuqin spotted Li Xinyi. She stepped forward and placed her hand like a microphone next to Li Xinyi. Li Xinyi scratched her head in embarrassment.

"That character should be pronounced fu." Li Xinyi whispered her doubts.

Li Shuqin frowned slightly and put the "microphone" back to his mouth: "It's a lake, a lake of rivers, lakes and seas. I'm from Huzhou, Zhejiang."

That's it, there was a sigh from below.

In fact, Jiang Chuwei thought she was from Fuzhou, Fujian Province, but later he discovered that it wasn't Li Shuqin's accent, but that she really was Hu and not Fu. After all, in 2018, Li Shuqin really got the second place in Mandarin, how could she be wrong?

Li Shuqin, as everyone knows, is from Huzhou, Zhejiang, 16 years old, 160cm. Currently, her parents are doing business in Chengdu and the family moved to Chengdu. She is currently studying in the first grade of high school in a private school.

Finally, there is the introduction of Jiang Chuwei. Jiang Chuwei is still the same as ten years ago.

"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Chuwei. I am from Chongqing and graduated from a technical technical school as a chef."

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, because at this moment, Jiang Chuwei was like an angel, and all the members of the three classes heard the word "chef".

In other words, is there hope for future meals?

Some people have even begun to inquire about Jiang Chuwei's dormitory, thinking about how to get close to him as soon as possible.

However, Jiang Chuwei was not afraid. After all, all the small restaurants nearby would open in half a year. The members would occasionally order meals, but most of the time they would choose to take a taxi together to eat out.

"Chu Wei, when you said you graduated from the chef school, I felt like everyone turned into hungry wolves, and you were like that little fat sheep."

As soon as Jiang Chuwei sat down, Li Shuqin said this familiar sentence. This adjective was somewhat outrageous.

After introducing myself, I don’t know who it was, but it turned the lights on the basketball court into a flash mode.

this...

Kick-tapping, little leather shoes, the most handsome boy in the crowd, here he comes!

The "bodyguard" opened the way, and a bald man walked out from the C position waving a fan.

It turns out that this is not a bodyguard. From left are Kevin and Fan Ziming. From right are Xu Zheng and Teacher Mu.

In the middle is naturally the flamboyant boss-Wu Chen.

Wu Chen wore a pair of size 42 pointed leather shoes, a shirt of no discernible color on the upper body, and a pair of nine-point shorts on the lower body.

The fan is specially made, with "CD girls are the best" and "BJ girls are the best" written on both sides.

This guy is really a "bowl of water".

Wu Chen came, and several instructors led the members of their respective classes and shouted "Hello, Mr. Wu" in uneven voices.

Wu Chen was very proud. Fan Ziming put the horse on the horse and Wu Chen sat on it, crossing his legs and waving his fan lightly.

It's a pity, Mr. Wu, that your fan noodles are directed at the members as "BJ girls are the best".

"Chu Wei, what do you mean, Mr. Wu?" Li Shuqin's tone was full of displeasure. Although she liked the BJ girl and understood that Wu Chen was the boss of the head office, this was still Chengdu after all.

"He raised it backwards. That side is 'CD girls are the best'." Jiang Chuwei pointed at the fan.

"I don't believe it." Li Shuqin curled her lips, thinking that Wu Chen was partial.

Wu Chen cleared his throat. Although all the members were unhappy with the fan he held up, they were his boss after all and they still had to listen to him.

"Children!" Wu Chen took out a few meal coupons from his pocket, "Tomorrow's singing competition, the prize for the winning class will be a luxurious buffet in a five-star hotel!"

The basketball court instantly erupted, and those who didn't know it thought it was a goal and cheered.

Everyone was excited, except Jiang Chuwei who helplessly held his forehead.

This hotel is the hotel where she resigned. Who knows the taste of a luxurious buffet better than her?

So, no interest.

But the other members of the class were eager to try, clearing their throats and drinking water.

"Now, I will introduce the rules of the competition." Wu Chen took the card from Kevin, "This competition will officially start at 10 o'clock in the evening on October 21, tomorrow. This competition is divided into five rounds of confrontation, each Each class has five groups of singers. After singing, the five of us will give scores. Each group of singers can be 7 or 2, that is, you can choose to sing one song or two. The top five, or even the top five, are fine. However, no one can fail to participate in this competition."

The rules of the competition actually limit "cooperation". This is a small multiplayer collaboration.

"In a moment, at 8 o'clock, each class will be asked to recommend a program. Today is a warm-up. As for whether you choose to show off your strength to deter your opponents, or choose to hide your abilities to paralyze your opponents, that's up to you." Fan Ziming took out a small whiteboard and a marker. "It's decided, come to me and write down the track and performers."