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Chapter 403: Not enough funds, so we can only drive a beat-up car!
After finalizing the title "Fallen Flowers," time seemed to speed up, and Friday arrived in the blink of an eye.
The morning air at the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai still carried a hint of late autumn chill.
Jiang Bai, carrying his textbooks, swaggered into the classroom.
Currently, he is basically in the position of "god's agent" in Class 6 of the Performing Arts Department.
The whole class was still reeling from the shock of Bai Zhi's performance of "The Scarlet Soul in Red," and they looked at Jiang Bai with more fervent eyes than they would at their own father.
As soon as the bell rang for the end of the last class in the morning, Jiang Bai skillfully slipped into the counselor's office.
"Old Zhang, you know what I mean, I'm asking for leave."
Jiang Bai slammed the leave slip on the table with a fluid, effortless motion.
Old Zhang pushed up his reading glasses and watched Jiang Bai take out the leave slip.
Goodness, anyone who didn't know better would think he pulled out a huge wad of cash!
"Going to Kyoto? You have class this afternoon, you won't fall behind, will you?"
Jiang Bai chuckled, revealing eight pearly white teeth:
"No way, teacher."
"Those afternoon classes are all elective subjects, I'll be able to attend them, don't worry."
Old Zhang sighed, signed his name on the leave slip with a flourish, and before leaving, he whispered a word of advice:
Good luck in the semifinals!
"I... no, the entire school will be watching TV tomorrow night."
"Jiang Bai, good luck! We hope you can advance to the finals!"
Jiang Bai gave a standard, albeit informal, military salute:
"Alright, just you wait and see. Not only will we advance smoothly, but we'll also win the championship in the future."
Rumbling--
On the flight to Kyoto, Jiang Bai closed his eyes to rest.
His popularity has soared to 15 million, but he's now as stable as a rock.
After all, he had two masterpieces, "Later" and "Invisible Wings," in his pocket, as well as a whole system store of songs.
To participate in a show like "The Voice of China" that hasn't even reached the finals is like a max-level character going to a newbie village to grind.
1 p.m., Kyoto Airport.
Jiang Bai exited the terminal and initially intended to hail a Didi (ride-hailing service), but suddenly his eyes lit up:
"Tongzi, where's Brother Qin?"
"Isn't he a Didi driver in Shanghai, working part-time? Could he also work part-time in Kyoto?"
[Ding! All-around agent and driver-turned-driver Qin Meng is ready!]
"That's really impressive! No wonder you're an all-around agent!"
Jiang Bai exclaimed in admiration. Just as he stepped out of the intersection, accompanied by a screeching sound of brakes, a bright yellow, dilapidated taxi came to a steady stop in front of him.
Jiang Bai glanced at the rickety rearview mirror, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth:
"Brother Qin, which junkyard did you dig this ancestor out of?"
"Why are you driving for Didi in Shanghai and still driving for Didi in Kyoto?"
"The problem is, even if I'm driving for Didi, can't I at least drive a new car?!"
In the driver's seat, Qin Meng, dressed in a suit and wearing sunglasses, expressionlessly pushed up his glasses and spoke in a deep voice:
"Boss, we don't have enough funds. I'm poor, so I can only drive this beat-up car."
"Is the system being stingy? They can't even afford a decent Didi car..."
Jiang Bai opened the car door and got in, just about to make a few complaints, when his eyes inadvertently swept over the rear of the car.
Good guy!
Last time in Shanghai, that green train had the license plate "沪8888".
This time in Kyoto, this yellow tram, which seemed poised to fall apart at any moment, was carrying—
Beijing 8888!
"Tongzi, you're really ruthless."
Jiang Bai leaned back in the creaking leather seat, watching the luxury cars outside the window swerve to avoid the yellow monster, and let out a heartfelt exclamation.
"With the most arrogant license plate in all of Beijing, driving the worst car in all of Beijing, is this what Brother Qin meant by insufficient funds?!"
"So, all the funds went to buying license plates!"
[Ding! Thank you for the compliment, host! Please sit tight. This journey will be blessed with 'Lucky Medium,' resulting in a 100% chance of running red lights along the way.]
"What?! Running a red light? System, are you kidding me?!"
Half an hour later, at Dream Studio.
The yellow taxi with its shattered license plate, 京8888, came to a steady stop in front of the Dream Studio.
In the back seat, Jiang Bai was frantically fixing his appearance in front of the rearview mirror.
"Hey, I'm going to get caught by the traffic cops sooner or later."
Jiang Bai muttered to himself as he hurriedly stuffed his long wig into his baseball cap and then pulled on a huge black mask.
There was no other way; we were too pressed for time on the way here.
Moreover, he didn't plan to dress up elaborately for the recording, so he simply changed his clothes like this.
After quickly packing, Jiang Bai picked up the big bear backpack, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.
squeak--
Push open the door to the Dream Studio.
A-Qiang was scratching his forehead in front of the computer screen when he looked up and slid right off his chair and onto the floor.
"Bai... the goddess Bai Zhi?!"
Ah Qiang stood up stammering, frantically rubbing his hands on his pants, his eyes revealing an unprecedented level of restraint.
If Jiang Baizhi came last time, Aqiang could still offer advice like an industry veteran.
So now, the person in front of him is no longer a promising newcomer.
Who is that?
That's a true philanthropist who raised 70 million yuan to dance while ill for children in mountainous areas!
She is also the extraordinary talented woman who made "The Voice of China" break 4% in ratings, physically improved the aesthetics of the entire internet, and even made the number one calligrapher, Mr. Wu, travel thousands of miles to ask for her calligraphy!
Ah Qiang now feels that his dilapidated, drafty studio is practically filthy, like the soles of the goddess's feet!
"Teacher Qiang, it's been a long time. Hope you're doing well."
Jiang Bai lowered the brim of his hat and gave a soft greeting.
Although she was wearing a mask, Jiang Bai's beautiful, bright eyes, though slightly misty, were still clearly visible.
Just take a quick look.
Ah Qiang felt a buzzing in his head, as if thousands of shooting stars were streaking across his vision.
He stared blankly into Jiang Bai's eyes, unable to catch his breath for a long time, as if he had been petrified.
Jiang Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong:
"Damn it, this old bastard is staring at me blankly. Could it be that he saw through my wig?"
"That's impossible! The system's wigs look even more realistic than real hair!"
"Did they discover other flaws?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Bai subtly took half a step back, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic, which was then masked by his superb acting skills as shyness:
"Teacher Qiang, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something wrong with my outfit today?"
Ah Qiang suddenly woke up, his face turning purple, and he frantically waved his hands:
"No! No! Absolutely not! Teacher Baizhi, you've misunderstood!"
Ah Qiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling violently.
"I was...I was completely awestruck by your...your otherworldly aura."
"Seriously, look at you, you've become a national goddess, yet you're dressed so simply here."
"Not even an assistant, so down-to-earth!"
Jiang Bai: "......"
That scared the hell out of me! I thought we'd been discovered!