Volume 1 Entertainment Circle Chapter 3 March Special Training

  In front of the Yiran Building, a black Audi A8 was parked on the cement road. The smooth car body lines and low-key personality made it a luxury car after all. Its speed was extremely fast, and its braking performance was excellent. Suddenly, Tong's heart began to beat rapidly, and she couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of joy just by looking at the car. She pressed her hand against her chest, feeling an inexplicable delight that she couldn't put into words.

  "Miss Tong, the master is waiting for you in the study." Upon seeing the arrival, Yu Jing got down from the driver's seat and spoke indifferently with a wooden face, showing no emotion.

  After parking the car in the underground garage, after entering the elevator, Tong Jiao felt that all the cells in her body were shouting, and her blood was boiling, as if she couldn't wait to rush quickly to the study on the upper floor. This feeling was so strange, Tong Jiao tried hard to suppress it, but her breathing was still a little unstable.

  Her fingertips trembled, her legs felt slightly weak, Tong Ying took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the study. The bright room was filled with sunlight pouring in through the window, but Tong Ying's heart was racing faster and faster, as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

  "Tong Jiang, have you forgotten what I said?" A voice as cold as ice came from the corner, each word was like being taken out of an ice cellar, the tone was brief but chilling. The bright feeling in the study was instantly shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

  He suddenly turned around, Tong Jing looked at the sofa in the corner, a black suit and tie, with a same-colored windbreaker, the man was very tall, his legs were long and straight, following his gaze, one hand holding a cigarette that hadn't been lit, his fingers were long and powerful, his jaw was firm, his thin lips had a cold and stern expression, his nose was high and straight, then there were a pair of eagle-like eyes that were deep and cold, like an abyss that you couldn't see the bottom of, once you fell in, you would be forever trapped in the dark depths of hell.

  Her heart suddenly tightened, bringing wave after wave of pain. Tong's eyes clenched her fists and subconsciously took a step back as the man stood up. Her eyes were somewhat flustered as she stuttered out his name, "Tan Jieyan."

  "Do you know what you're doing?" Tan Jieyan's face was still somewhat gloomy, as if a layer of frost had been added to his sharp features. However, the low voice no longer had the initial coldness, perhaps due to Tong Jing's slightly guilty and wronged expression softening his icy demeanor. He looked at Tong Jing, who was hanging her head, let out a sigh, and seemed somewhat helpless. "You don't know how dark the entertainment industry is?"

  "I was just trying it out, are you tired? I'll go make you a cup of tea." Tong Jiao raised her head to look at Tan Jieyan's furrowed brow, feeling a bit guilty. Tan Jieyan's identity was so sensitive, and the entertainment circle was so complicated. If something really happened to herself or if someone with ulterior motives found out something, Tong Jiao thought about it and felt regretful for going to the Blue Dolphin audition.

  "Never mind, just be careful yourself. If you encounter any problems, call me or Yu Jing." Tan Jieyan extinguished the cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray, stood up, and his nearly 1.8-meter-tall figure was straight and slender, giving off a sense of a T-type model under his suit. However, it was Tan Jieyan's cold and arrogant aura that truly drew people in. His sharp facial features were like a sculptor's masterpiece, with deep and unfathomable eyes that had always been calm and collected over the years, hiding a glimmer of wisdom at the bottom of his pupils.

  "Leaving so soon?" Tong Jing's voice was a little weak. Tan Jieyan was busy, she knew that, but they had only met for less than ten minutes and he was already leaving.

  "There's a meeting in the city." Without lingering, Tan Jie's tall and straight figure walked out of the study, his steady footsteps echoing rhythmically, followed by the sound of opening and closing doors, and then the apartment fell silent.

  Tong Jing's rapid breathing, quickly walked to the window, lifted the curtains just in time to see Yu Jing open the rear car door, Tan Jieyan's black figure got in, and the car started smoothly, leaving without a trace.

  With one hand pressed against her chest, her heart pounding beneath, the blood still boiling as if she had just fought a fierce battle, Tong Jiao only felt that all her strength had been drained away. Her body weakly slid to the floor, her face pale, and when facing Tan Jieyan, it was not herself. Suddenly waking up without warning, then suddenly possessing this unfamiliar body, Tong Jiao almost thought that the owner of this body was already dead. But until just now, Tong Jiao only realized that the owner of this body still existed somewhere in her body.

  It wasn't until she felt a chill run down her spine that Tong Jiang realized the sun had already set outside the window. She had been sitting on the floor for several hours, and her entire body was numb with cold. In her haste to get inside, she had even forgotten to turn on the heater. Now, as she stood up from the floor, her legs ached with a dull pain due to poor blood circulation.

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  Three months later, Beijing has transitioned from autumn to the cold winter of December. With the end of the year approaching, red lanterns are hung everywhere in the city, radiating a joyful atmosphere at the end of the year.

  After being signed by Blue Dolphin, three months of intensive training, from song and dance performances to makeup and dressing, and then how to face the public, how to face reporters' questions, and how to create laughter points on TV shows. Three months of cramming-style special training finally made Tong Jing understand what it means that every profession is like a separate mountain.

  "What's this, Little Tong, wanting to ascend to immortality?" A teasing voice sounded from behind, startling Tong Jiao, who turned her head to look at the charming and stylish man approaching him, even in winter, Mu Fang was still at the forefront of fashion.

  Black tight leather pants, with silver silk threads embroidered on the side of the pant legs, outlining a rose pattern that wraps around a pair of long and straight legs. The top is a flashy purple undershirt, casually open at the chest, with a scarf draped down carelessly. A sheepskin velvet long coat is worn over it, and the black hair that falls to the waist is still tied up with a ribbon. A face that is both beautiful and charming, with an androgynous appearance, but with a hint of femininity, yet with a smile that is playfully mischievous and unbridled, like a true rogue. With just one glance, the sparkling light in his eyes shines brightly.

  "Brother Mu." It's been three months, and they've all been in intensive training. So apart from the first time Tong Jiao saw Mu Fang during the interview, this is their first meeting after three months. He also found out that Mu Fang was a top agent, but in recent years he rarely managed artists himself, instead serving as the supervisor of Blue Whale Entertainment, overseeing its entire operation.