After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 180 - 180: No One Can Stop Si Fuqing (2)

Translator: _Min_

These past few days, Shang Lu had also taken on the role of an assistant, which turned out to be less challenging than he had anticipated.

Outside the training base, the car was already parked and waiting.

For the first time, Feng San saw the person sent by the Thousand Army Alliance.

He scrutinized Shang Lu with displeasure, “Miss Si, he doesn’t seem to have any muscle. How about I speak with Brother Nine and have someone from our side sent over?”

“I have no muscle? Let’s go then!” Shang Lu, clearly offended, retorted, “Let’s have a fight!”

“Fight it is,” Feng San immediately took off his jacket, ready for a brawl with Shang Lu.

To onlookers, it seemed like a mere scuffle between two bodyguards.

However, it was actually an undercurrent between the forces of the MO family and the Thousand Army Alliance.

Feng San was curious to see which side had gained the upper hand over the centuries.

Si Fuqing, sitting in the car and nibbling on a chocolate biscuit, commented,

“They are so childish.”

Yu Xiheng slightly raised his head, agreeing, “Quite childish indeed.”

Yu Tang, sitting in the passenger seat, was not afraid to stir things up and started clapping, “Fight! Fight!”

Minutes later, the two returned.

Feng San had a bruised face, but Shang Lu was battered.

“Miss Si, your bodyguard isn’t up to the task,” Feng San said with a hint of pride. “He can’t beat me.”

Si Fuqing gave him a glance.

Feng San quickly added, “…Of course, I can’t beat Miss Si.”

He wouldn’t dare to raise his hand against her.

Feng San retorted, “Are you sick? Attacking age now!” He was also in his early twenties and quite young.

Yu Xiheng smiled faintly and then sighed softly, “Let’s go.”

Feng San snorted and drove off.

Throughout the entire episode, Shang Lu never got a glimpse of the person inside the car.

Curious, he immediately contacted Jiang Shuihan, “Report to Captain Jiang!

When Miss Si goes to Sijiu City, I request to train in the Villains’ Lair.”

“Aren’t you against going?” Jiang Shuihan sounded surprised over the phone.

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

Shang Lu gritted his teeth, “I got beaten up today by someone Miss Si knows. I need to get my revenge!”

“That’s good,” Jiang Shuihan said approvingly. ‘You do need to train well. Make sure you hold onto this position; you know how many are eyeing it.”

Not just following Mu Qingmeng’s orders, but genuinely admiring Si Fuqing, Shang Lu was determined to stay vigilant.

Members of the team, discontented, had already brought their grievances to Jiang Shuihan.

“I’m clear on that! I won’t let them succeed!” Shang Lu said, aware.

Jiang Shuihan nodded, “We’ll talk later. It’s not easy to apply for a spot in the Villains’ Lair at your age, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Captain Jiang.” After the call, Shang Lu bent down, “Hey, Little Bai, how come Miss Si is so powerful? And what breed are you? I’ve never seen a dog like you before.”

Little Bai raised its paw and slapped him on the head.

Wincing in pain, Shang Lu saw Little Bai looking at him with an extremely disdainful gaze, as if to say— “Call me dad.”

Shang Lu:

Truly worthy of being Miss Si’s dog.

They had the same temperament.

The next day.

The night was set for the elimination round, and the trainees intensified their training.

“Lu Yan, you’re in danger,” a trainee ranked in the top nine chuckled. “Although we cant see the votes yet, but even combined, we can’t catch up to Xie Yu’s popularity.”

It was satisfying to see Tian Le Media, a major entertainment company, falter despite their full support on one individual.

Lu Yan’s expression turned cold, “Whether his performance today goes smoothly is still uncertain.”

Hearing this, the trainee frowned, “What do you mean?”

The trainees knew that Mu Ye was arrogant, but everything revolved around Lu Yan.

Lu Yan must have been involved in the incident where Xie Yu’s dance costume had a blade hidden in it.

But there was no evidence.

“Don’t look at me, ” Lu Yan smiled. “There are no cameras here, and I won’t play any tricks. I’m not that foolish. Just watch.”

“Lu Yan!” Li Jingchen called him, “Come here, let Teacher Huang give you some pointers.”

Lu Yan immediately adopted a serious demeanor, “Coming, Teacher Li.” He left, leaving the other trainees bewildered.

“What exactly is he up to?” one of the boys asked. “Should we tell Xie Yu?”

Xie Yu was proud and difficult to approach, but he was upright and willing to help others.

Far superior to Lu Yan, who was sly beyond measure.

“Should we really tell him?” another boy hesitated. “If Tianle Media holds a grudge against us, then…”

Ye Qingyu stood up, “I’ll go talk to him. It’s good for him to be prepared. The performance is crucial for all of us.”

Elsewhere, in Dance Room 2.

Xu Xiyun glared at the young man before him, “You’re withdrawing now? Are you playing us? Where can we find a new band at this time?”

The young man sighed, “I didn’t want this to happen, please don’t make it difficult for us.”

Si Fuqing, propping her chin with her hand, nodded slightly, “So, you’re saying your band has an issue and can’t perform tonight?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Si,” the young man pressed his lips together apologetically. “It’s not intentional and beyond my control. I’m just part of the industry and can’t afford to offend those above me.”

“We have to withdraw from tonight’s performance.”

“Alright, I understand,” Si Fuqing replied, her expression unchanging. “You can leave now.”

“He’s really going too far,” Xu Xiyun was infuriated. “Brother Xie, ever since we joined Teacher Sits team, we’ve never had a moment’s peace.”

First, their equipment was snatched away, and now their accompanying band had pulled out.

Though the director and producer were not directly involved, it was clear that the production team was pressuring them.

The real power lay not with the director or producer, but with the executive producer and the capital backing the show.

Whoever the capital chose to support was unstoppable.

Clearly, Lu Yan was the capital’s favored candidate for the center position. But even the capital hadn’t anticipated Xie Yu’s skyrocketing popularity, further boosted by Si Fuqing. His votes were leagues ahead of the second place.

The capital had no choice but to suppress him from various angles, and the withdrawal of the accompanying band was just another instance of this. Each group in the second performance was assigned a specific band to enhance the show.

The band assigned to them was quite renowned in the industry.

Everything was well-coordinated, but now, just before the performance, such an issue arose.

Without the music and rhythm of the band, how could they perform?

“This isn’t about the band. Didn’t you hear him? Someone from above gave the order,” Si Fuqing lazily smiled. “And this is nothing. You haven’t seen the real darkness of the entertainment industry yet.”

Xu Xiyun muttered, “I don’t even want to see it.”

Xie Yu’s expression was calm, his eyes and brows drawn together thoughtfully.

“Teacher Si, I’m going to make a call. I know a band through my family.” Xu Xiyun opened his mouth to protest, “But Brother Xie, there’s not enough time…”

Their performance was scheduled for 7 PM, and finding a new band at such short notice was impossible. Even if they managed to secure one of Great Xia’s top bands, perfect coordination in such a short time frame was unfeasible. Xu Xiyun understood this well.

“Don’t panic, don’t be afraid,” Si Fuqing stood up, balancing her bass guitar.

She casually strummed a few chords, her tone still nonchalant. “We’ll make it in time. I’ll give this a try..”