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

Jiang Chu was slightly stunned. He thought he would go on to stardom, but this first battle fell through?

How to do.

Jiang Chuwei looked at the ceiling, feeling a little out of breath. He quit his job in a hotel that cost 2500 yuan a month. The rent was 800 yuan a month. He also had to send 1200 yuan to his mother for medical treatment and food every month. The previous hotel would also include two meals a day, and you could make breakfast yourself, leaving the remaining 500 to be spent on bits and pieces. Now even the 2500 salary is gone.

This period was the last thing she wanted to mention, but she was helpless and had no choice. She would have to suffer it when she came back.

Not giving up, she flipped through the link at the bottom of the page. Can she sign up to be a staff member?

Although this job won't last long in her mind, there will be no problems for at least a year, and the salary is basically the same. She can live hand to mouth and wait for the opportunity in two years.

Sign up! The requirements are not high, just a technical secondary school graduate. Well, as expected, Yuanping Company is a grassroots team and cannot afford to recruit undergraduate graduates.

Maybe it was his early resignation that changed history!

Jiang Chuwei suddenly remembered that it was the reception yesterday. The boss's daughter saw Jiang Chuwei and looked at her for a long time and quietly came over to sign up for her Amway website. She filled out the registration form after being coaxed by the boss's daughter, who was also a fan of CD Girl.

"If you want to be an idol, you can't always be restricted to such a small place."

Yes, because I resigned, what happened yesterday will no longer exist.

Jiang Chuwei opened the wardrobe and saw only a few short-sleeved shirts and one or two winter clothes.

It's so pitiful.

For interviews, you also need clothes.

I simply can't afford it now.

So, just love whatever you want.

sleep!

After being confused for several days, Jiang Chuwei ate the tomato scrambled eggs that he had fried, feeling that he would become useless if he continued like this.

The phone suddenly lit up.

"Congratulations on entering the interview session. Please go to the 10rd floor of Zhenghui International Building in formal attire at 3 a.m. tomorrow to attend the interview with Chengdu Yuanping Company."

Jiang Chuwei jumped up on the bed happily.

Thinking that there were still people living downstairs, I restrained myself. It was just formal wear, so I might as well go buy it.

I simply packed up and went out to buy clothes. Cheap formal clothes cost at least 200. It only costs RMB 50 a day to rent a house, but I am not sure whether it will be successful. It may be more expensive to rent one at a time.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Chuwei bought it.

He didn't sleep well. Jiang Chuwei's mind was still in the days when he was famous before his rebirth, when he was well-dressed and well-fed, everyone was respectful, and he felt too comfortable.

Now I can only run for a living.

At 9:40, we arrived at Zhenghui Building. only……

Why don't you wear formal clothes except for yourself, but everyone else wears all kinds of skirts and cosplays?

Are you here to interview staff?

"Come here and sign in!" A sister with a staff sign waved, and everyone rushed over.

Jiang Chu squeezed slightly, went in and looked at the form carefully. He turned over and over and couldn't find his name. What's going on?

"Sister, what's going on without my name?"

My sister brought over a blank form: "Write it yourself. If there is no name, it will be regarded as on-site registration. Write it quickly."

"Oh." Jiang Chuwei quickly wrote his name.

No, what does this specialty mean? Am I not applying for staff? Still the kind of artist assistant. What to write about expertise.

Jiang Chuwei hesitated and filled in "cooking."

Jiang Chuwei leaned on the chair and fell asleep. The girls in front were all singing and dancing? She fell asleep to the music for a long time.

"Wake up, Jiang Chuwei, it's your turn."

Jiang Chuwei was woken up by the staff. He took out the tissue in his pocket and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the interview location pointed by the other person and walked over.

Wu Chen, the boss of Yuanping, was opening a thermos to drink water when he saw the girl who walked in wearing a formal suit.

"Hey, I'm wearing a suit for the interview. This is my first time." Music director Kevin applauded.

Originally, Jiang Chuwei came in with her head lowered. When she saw Wu Chen sitting there, she suddenly woke up and trembled.

Isn’t this the scene of my interview at that time?

Jiang Chuwei was a little confused. She turned around and opened her phone.

The date clearly says September 9th, and the text message was sent on September 14th...

In other words, the interview time for the staff was yesterday!

Oh my God, my God!

Jiang Chuwei wanted to leave. He was so embarrassed. He was wearing a suit to interview an idol?

She was about to leave, but was stopped by Wu Chen.

"You're here, don't give up." Wu Chen motioned to the staff at the door to close the door, "Let's sing a song first."

Jiang Chuwei felt helpless but couldn't refuse. Bald Old Wu was not a completely bad person, but he was not a good person either.

"I wish you happy all the time

I love you forever

I need you

I want you"

Jiang Chuwei only sang four lines, and Kevin was immersed in it, but found that she had stopped.

"Keep singing." Kevin said, "Is it original?"

Jiang Chuwei couldn't continue singing because she suddenly realized that this was not a song from 2012, and she was not the songwriter. She could not plagiarize it, even if she was the first to sing it in this time and space.

"No, only these few words."

"Then let's dance." Wu Chen took note of it carefully with a pen.

"Less likely."

Fan Ziming, general manager of CD Girls, held his head: "So what are you doing here today?"

"To tell you the truth, I originally came to interview the staff yesterday, but I got the wrong time, so I came today. I wanted to leave just now, but Mr. Wu asked me to sing, so I had no choice but to sing."

"According to you, you don't want to be an idol?" Wu Chen touched his chin.

If you don't have a beard, don't touch it. Jiang Chuwei thought to himself.

"Actually, it's good for me to be a staff member."

"The staff was fully recruited yesterday." Fan Ziming said, making a gesture to invite her out.

"Then don't bother me." The moment Jiang Chuwei turned around, his heart suddenly felt empty. He felt as if he had been in a dream. It had been a dream for the past ten years, but it was real now.

"Go and fix your phone and answer text messages." Wu Chen lowered his head and wrote a comment on the paper and said one sentence.

Jiang Chuwei was stunned, turned around and said happily: "Okay!" and then walked out of the interview room.

"Mr. Wu, why do you want her to enter the re-examination?" Kevin was confused. "The voice is indeed good, but I don't know how she dances."

"Yes, Mr. Wu, don't blame me for saying more. I'm in charge of this new girl group. I must at least be satisfied with my employees, but I think she has a lazy attitude and doesn't take herself seriously." Mr. Fan complained.

Mr. Wu turned his pen and smiled.

"Just wait and see, she won't let you down."

Wu Chen was confident. He saw the determination in Jiang Chuwei's eyes, which was similar to the person he once was.

Jiang Chuwei went to a beef noodle shop near his home.

"Boss, add some meat and take it away!"

It’s been a long time since I’ve had beef noodles. The last time was probably three years ago before I was reborn. I recorded a travel variety show and ate it in Lanzhou. It tasted really good.

Thinking of it as a snack for himself today, Jiang Chuwei sat down and waited for the noodles.

Prices are pretty good now. Noodles with meat only cost 13 yuan, so I can still afford it.

"Boss, don't put coriander in the noodles with meat. Eat them here."

Nan Zhenxuan pulled out his chair and sat opposite her.

"Classmate, I can sit here."

When Jiang Chuwei saw it was Nan Zhenxuan, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and sighed.

unlucky!

Nan Zhenxuan felt speechless. Why was he suddenly given a blank look? He was just sitting opposite her. Is it a big deal?

Nan Zhenxuan could only pull out another chair and muttered: It's inexplicable.

It would be difficult to remain calm if we met again the person who caused CD Girls to collapse. Jiang Chuwei couldn't control her emotions. She walked out of the store carrying the beef noodle bag.

As she walked home, she couldn't help crying. In fact, without him, there would be other people like him.

Jiang Chuwei opened the door, looked at the clothes hanging on the balcony, and put them away.

Clothes have changed from big-name brands to fast-moving goods.

She has collected several pieces of clothing on Taobao that she has long since disdained.

Double 11 is coming soon.

In 2019, she also participated in the Double 11 party and even handed out an Apple XS to the audience.

Forget it, I don't want to.

She tidied the closet and found a meal card from the back of the closet.

Meal card from the chef school. The food at my alma mater is really delicious.

In fact, she had no choice but to go to chef school. When she graduated from junior high school, her parents quarreled and her father cheated on her, leaving her frail mother to take care of her when she was young. She failed in the high school entrance examination. If the teacher at the chef school hadn't applied for a hardship subsidy for her, she would have failed. She might not even be able to go to technical secondary school.

She received this meal card in her pink wallet and regarded it as a talisman. A card that had been with her for three years must have some spirituality.

Jiang Chuwei ate beef noodles and poured a little Lao Gan Ma over it. It was so delicious.

I can only watch old TV series, which is a bit sad.

If you close your eyes and don't want to wake up, will you go back to 2022?

Jiang Chu was slightly sleepy, rubbed his eyes, and collapsed on the bed.

Why do I need to swipe to like? If I didn’t swipe, I wouldn’t be looking forward to time travel, and I wouldn’t be back in 2012.

Hey

Maybe, this time, I have to start from an idol again!