Chapter 279: with translation of chapter title

Chen Yuqi walked away for a long time before Song Zhi finally came to her senses and left in a daze.

Lin Meng stood where she was, watching that unwilling yet helpless back, and finally sighed.

That Chen Yuqi is really despicable; I need to find a chance to teach him a lesson.

Before dawn the next day, the whole hotel was bustling.

The venue staff were busy setting up the scene, and the makeup artists arrived early at the performers' rooms, ready to do makeup and styling.

There was only one makeup artist for the amateurs, so the seven or eight amateurs had to take turns.

Lin Meng woke up late and ended up last in line.

She didn't mind, but she was worried that today's unpleasant assignment would be grueling, having to accompany those big names in showing off their acting skills; she only hoped that this walk‑on script would really be as written—few camera shots, few lines, just serving as background.

The first recording was set for ten o'clock; as the time approached, the makeup artist, in her haste, made a mistake and actually missed doing Lin Meng's makeup.

The guests were already preparing at the first recording site when Lin Meng arrived late, completely bare‑faced, and immediately drew skepticism from some of the actors.

"What does this mean, Miss Lin? Are you showing up bare‑faced on camera to tell everyone that you look better than us even without makeup?"

"Exactly, everyone else did their makeup and styling, yet you insist on being special—you're really scheming."

The incident of Xie Zhiyun mocking Lin Meng yesterday is still fresh in memory, but jealousy cannot be restrained.

They felt that as long as they didn't go too far, a bit of bickering didn't matter.

Lin Meng raised the corners of her brows and looked at the two speakers.

Xie Zhiyun sat beside them, and the three seemed to be on good terms.

Xie Zhiyun glanced provocatively at Lin Meng; seeing her bare‑faced yet still stunningly beautiful, not like a mortal, jealousy surged in her eyes.

"Lin Meng, we're not trying to make things difficult for you, but since you've signed the contract and received the script, you ought to fulfill it properly; why insist on being so unconventional—are you just trying to attract attention?"

"Wanting to become famous doesn't mean you can step on others' corpses, right? This is a live broadcast with real‑time voting; by acting so unusually, what are we girls supposed to do?"

Xie Zhiyun and the two others exchanged words, instantly pushing Lin Meng into the spotlight.

Such scandals have happened before; some stars, to grab attention, went against the norm by appearing completely bare‑faced, winning applause, while those who had painstakingly dressed up ended up as foils, even becoming the target of nitpicking and ridicule.

Lin Meng was naturally beautiful; the Youth‑Preserving Pill made her appearance far surpass what it once was, her skin truly supple and flawless—even up close, her pores were extremely fine.

Moreover, her demeanor is cool and clear, yet she belongs to the heavy‑makeup type; her features are three‑dimensional and prominent, her eyebrows naturally well‑shaped and not light in color.

On camera, this instead makes her look cool and noble, like a fairy.

Now, the female guests mostly began to scrutinize Lin Meng.

Yesterday she still seemed quite domineering, and I thought she was straightforward and bold—could it all be a façade, with deep scheming underneath?

Lin Meng gave a cold smile, naturally not willing to suffer a dumb loss.

"Xie Zhiyun, and you two, I warned you yesterday to think before you speak or act; you didn't even ask the reason, and right away you put a hat on me accusing me of trying to steal your limelight—how interesting is that?"

"The makeup artist who was supposed to do the amateurs' makeup missed me, so I came to borrow one from you."

She now feels a bit regretful; usually she doesn't dress up much, and this trip was meant to build courage, so she naturally didn't think to bring makeup.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to borrow a makeup artist from them!

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhiyun's face darkened, she pursed her lips, wanting the two beside her to continue opposing.

But those two also knew the situation, and knew Lin Meng was not easy to deal with, so they had already backed down.

The performers just looked at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.

Chen Yuqi, however, stood up at this moment, smiling warmly at Lin Meng, appearing very approachable.

"Miss Lin, let my makeup artist help you; I'll take you to find her."

No one expected that someone of Chen Yuqi's stature would personally come to Lin Meng's rescue.

But just then, Song Zhi suddenly sprang to her feet, took two quick steps to Lin Meng's side, grabbed her arm and said:

"Miss Lin, Brother Yu's makeup artist might not be good at styling women; you'd better use mine—let's go."

Song Zhi was terrified; Chen Yuqi's makeup artist had followed him from obscurity to become a core team member, and might well be in league with him.

She had lain awake all night, thinking that Chen Yuqi probably wouldn't stay docile, and might well strike at someone during this variety show broadcast.

Until he said he wanted to help Lin Meng, Song Zhi suddenly realized—Chen Yuqi must have set his sights on Lin Meng.

She couldn't let Lin Meng be ruined by Chen Yuqi.

Song Zhi practically dragged Lin Meng outward, afraid that Chen Yuqi would pursue her relentlessly, so she dared not linger.

Lin Meng naturally sensed Song Zhi's tension and unease, and thus allowed herself to be pulled away.

Only after entering the elevator did Song Zhi hurriedly release Lin Meng, apologizing with a guilty face:

"Sorry, Miss Lin, did I hurt you by pulling?"

Lin Meng shook her head, looking at Song Zhi's slightly fatigued face.

It seems Chen Yuqi's behavior last night frightened her badly; she probably didn't sleep all night.

"Are you very afraid of Chen Yuqi?"

Song Zhi's body trembled, and she shook her head.

"I can't tell the truth; otherwise, if Lin Meng learns Chen Yuqi's secrets, she'll surely retaliate."

Seeing Lin Meng suppress her, she also didn't press further.

She had the makeup artist do a simple styling, wearing a loose, casual sporty outfit that wasn't eye‑catching at first glance.

Song Zhi gazed at Lin Meng's face in a daze, unable to help murmuring:

"Miss Lin's appearance is truly outstanding; if you debuted, you'd surely become popular quickly."

Lin Meng gave a light laugh, "Your line of work is also hard, having to be picked apart and endure public pressure—I wouldn't do it."

Hearing this, Song Zhi couldn't help but envy, saying, "You see things very clearly; our profession is indeed like that..."

The two chatted intermittently, and the live broadcast began.

Lin Meng only took the most peripheral walk‑on role, sitting in a small corner as background, and it was actually relaxed and carefree.

She tried to minimize eye contact with other guests, especially male guests, staying completely unnoticed the whole time, her mind only on tomorrow's bungee jump, wondering what posture she should use to jump down.

At first she should be steadier, give herself some time to adapt, and jump properly.

However, everyone has many chances to challenge; she can wait until she's adapted, then try some high-difficulty moves, like diving straight down, or making a pose in midair, attempting to control her limbs, etc.

After all, she will someday need to fly and go underground; if every Sky Flight leaves her half-dead, body stiff, it will greatly reduce her flight effectiveness.

In the miscellaneous books Ye Fan gave her, she read many cultivators' training experiences, in which almost everyone mentioned their first flight after Foundation Establishment.

Everyone says it is a painful memory, a thoroughly exhilarating test of mindset.

Being able to fly and actually flying well and beautifully are worlds apart.

Especially Sword Flight, besides needing courage, control of spiritual power must be extremely precise.

And when a person is extremely fearful, it is hard to fully concentrate on controlling spiritual power.

Therefore, she must build up her courage, treating the jump as enjoyment!