The Idol Group Pet Became A Final Boss!

Chapter 122 - Red Carpet 1

—— [I've finally made it to the start of the stream. The marketing team is trying to start sh*t, I swear!]

—— [Welcome to Tomato Entertainment's large scale pageant, don't miss out on the court's concubine selection]

—— [Where is Chen Chen? I only want to see Chen Chen Zaizai Ah]

—— [Curious who Jiang Chen will be walking the red carpet with. I hear his female companion is a member of the group SEASEVEN?]

—— [Don't kill me, Sea7 (Abbreviation of Jiang Chen's boy group) Please don't smear our Jiang Chen brother's name, OK? He can't carry his garbage teammates]

—— [In all the entertainment industry, Jiang Chen's fans are the most disgusting. They are a group to begin with; if he's really strong, why not fly solo? Just because he doesn't have the support of the group's fans, does the guy think he's really top tier?]

Before the red carpet show even started, the fans were already tearing at each other.

Xiang Yi, who had just finished being styled, was resting back in the van as Ah Nan gossiped into her ear. "Oh my, Sea7's fans are tearing it up with Jiang Chen's fans again. They're greeting the opposition's ancestors in so many creative ways..."

Jiang Chen debuted as the center and the visual of the group SEASEVEN. After the group was formed, they could only be considered as slightly famous, while Jiang Chen's participation in a certain idol drama skyrocketed his popularity to be higher than the other six members combined.

Hence, Tomato Entertainment began to engage in petty operations, announcing Jiang Chen would conduct solo activities without actually leaving the group. From then on, it would spark the feud between group fans and Jiang Chen's solo fans.

Xiang Yi ran into them when she entered the studio.

The seven boys had outstanding appearances, but the atmosphere surrounding them was very depressing. Each one had a buddy to cling onto with the exception of Jiang Chen being the isolated one.

Xiang Yi's dressing room was at the end of the corridor, and while she had been waiting during her break in the van, she overheard the conversation between Jiang Chen and his agent outside the door.

"Jiang Chen, don't you know you're prone to edema? Who's going to like you with your face swelled up like that?! And if one member of your group is ignoring you, it might be their problem, but if all six members are ignoring you, maybe you should do some self reflection? With such an unpleasant character, could you even be standing here today if it weren't for me?"

Xiang Yi raised her eyebrows. Didn't this count as verbal abuse?

She then heard a clear but very sullen male voice, "Sorry, we practiced in the dance studio until late last night, I accidentally drank half a glass of water..."

"Why are you still dancing! You're never going back to that dinky group anymore, understand? If you return, nobody will like you! You guys won't have any stage performances either. Do you know of any variety shows that let you promote your album? Besides, you don't really think those dimwits will tolerate you, do you? Jiang Chen, you're different from them now, they need to look up to you..."

"Please don't say that." The youth rejected. "They are all good people."

"Whatever, I have nothing left to say to you. In a bit, you're walking the red carpet with Qin Wanyan, I've already prepared the draft. Don't let me down."

A few seconds later, the sound of high heels clacking on the hard ground gradually faded away.

The youth standing outside the door quietly sobbed spasmodically. Suddenly, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Xiang Yi didn't like to be nosy, but she was worried something had happened so she decisively opened the door.

Jiang Chen was passed out on the floor. He did not faint, but his face was terrifyingly pale.

In a daze, he felt the soft touch of a fingertip on his wrist before a milk candy was shoved into his mouth.

How sweet...

He opened his eyelids. In the dim light, the girl in front of him seemed to be a shining star in a dark night, looking at him with calm indifference.