Not Such a Boor After All

The window rolled down slowly, and Xiao Moli's devilish profile appeared.

'Was he inviting me to get into his car?' An Ziqi was not sure what to think. 'Was this guy really so kind?'

Then again, this car was really cool.

Perhaps all that devilish coldness shown in his face was just a fleeting mask. Inside, he was just as flirtatiously passionate and teasing as this car.

An Ziqi secretly scorned him.

"What are you doing, standing there? Waiting to go into full bloom?" Xiao Moli's immaculate forehead was slightly furrowed.

An Ziqi quickly forced a smile onto her face, pulled open the door, and got into the car.

Truth be told, she wished she was in a position to show bravado, stand firm, and refuse his help. However, the fact was that it was just too difficult to get a cab in this area.

She had barely settled in her seat when the car made a swooshing noise and sped forward.

With eyes wide open, An Ziqi looked at the speedometer and said a silent prayer, asking Buddha to watch over her.

An Ziqi twisted her head for a furtive look at Xiao Moli. His long lashes created a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, and his impeccably proportioned facial features were flawless. It was just perfect beyond words.

It was truly a pleasant sight, an eye candy to the beholder.

The only complaint, however, was that his thin lips were unfortunately pursed into a grimace. Apparently, he had no intention of engaging in a small talk.

Taking the cue, An Ziqi stuck out her tongue and turned to look out the window instead.

Bright and early in the morning, after an adrenalin-charged car ride and emotional high, An Ziqi finally made it to the training venue on time.

"Thank you for driving me here."

An Ziqi looked at Xiao Moli and smiled brilliantly.

"It was on my way. Don't get all flustered and read too much into it."

When he saw An Ziqi's smile, Xiao Moli looked a tad uncomfortable as he turned away and spoke in a jeering tone.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind.

An Ziqi's lips curled. Clearly, he had intended to send her here because he had not even asked for her destination before driving here. It appeared that this guy was not so boorish after all.

The training session was not conducted at the TV station, but at a training center.

It was only after everyone had been assembled when An Ziqi realized that, out of the tens of thousands of applicants, only less than a hundred had been selected.

What the…? The selection process was like driving a massive army of soldiers and horses simultaneously across a single-lane bridge!

With such exceedingly stringent acceptance criteria, the ones that had not been filtered out were definitely no ordinary people.

It would certainly be no simple task to get to the top among these hundred people.

She looked around and noticed that all the women were immaculately dressed and made-up while she, on the other hand, had turned up in simple clothes with a face sans make-up.

Wow, these women really would never let themselves forget, not even for one second, that they were participating in a beauty contest. Hey, this was just training and not the semi-finals, so what's the big deal?

The first day of the training program focused on walking and posture.

The trainer gave each of them a bowl, instructing that the bowl be filled with water and then placed on their own head.

When walking, the bowl must stay intact on the person's head and no water must be spilled from the bowl. That was what they needed to accomplish to qualify.

They all looked at the trainer in disbelief. This was not an acrobatic troupe, so why did they have to balance bowls on their heads?

Laughing, the trainer took a bowl filled with water and placed it on her head to do a demo.

The bowl seemed to have been grown out of the top of her head as she walked gracefully around the room without spilling a single drop of water.

The trainer explained that this training would not only help them in their balance and teach them how to maintain their posture, but also strengthen their neck muscles.

With these capabilities, their bodies and heads would be aligned and stabilized, and they would look great when doing the catwalk.

The trainer went on to share some critical learning points before splitting them into groups of two for them to practice, on their own, what they had learned so far.

With a sullen look on her face, Lin Kelan looked at An Ziqi who was standing in the distance.

Having upset her the day before, the woman still had the guts to appear here today. She was really asking for trouble.

Snorting coldly, she walked over to An Ziqi.

"An Ziqi, if you want to stay alive, pull out of this contest voluntarily and get lost from the training center within the next minute."