Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 142: Drawing Lots to Determine Order

At that ti, the entertainnt industry was abuzz, and it was precisely because of this that she, a rising starlet, caught the attention of more people, even so big nas noticed her.

She entered the showbiz at 15, and within two years, she beca so popular it was uncontrollable. Her public appeal was extrely good; just one glance at her face could make anyone unconsciously like her.

Everyone thought she ca from a poor rural area with no significant backing, but it turned out each of her supporters was more influential than the last. No wonder no negative news about her ever leaked out.

With the President of the Painting Association and Lou Ting supporting her, who would dare to spread negative news about her? With such formidable support and decent acting skills coupled with good public appeal, her rise to fa was just a matter of ti.

Shen Xuan had been stunned in place ever since Yun Yue got out of the car.

Although she wore a mask, those eyes were morable at just a glance, especially since they saw each other every day at school.

Why was she in Beijing, and why was she here?

Shen Xuan clenched her palms, her heart starting to panic at that mont; every ti Yun Yue appeared, she was aloof and unyielding, and Shen Xuan never got anything good out of it.

"It’s actually Lou Ting," muttered Shen Lin. Lou Ting had businesses in various industries throughout Beijing, nicknad "the smiling tiger." He always negotiated with a smile, but his thods were tough. It was said he had connections in both legal and illegal circles, and few dared to provoke him.

"Auntie, do you know him?" Shen Xuan lowered her eyes; Yun Yue dressed like this definitely wasn’t here for any assessnts, which eased her mind sowhat.

"Yes, he’s a tycoon in Beijing, part of the 0.1%, be careful around him in the future," frowned Shen Lin.

Won had never appeared beside Lou Ting, and these few young won looked exceptional, but Shen Lin couldn’t recall any of them from Beijing’s circles of prestigious ladies.

A flicker of astonishnt crossed Shen Xuan’s eyes; 0.1% ant people from that circle. How could Yun Yue know people from this circle?

She concealed her jealous expression, turned around not looking at her anymore, and revealed a charming smile, "Let’s go inside."

The three of them left. Bai Hui had always felt Yun Yue looked familiar but wasn’t sure since this was Beijing; how could she possibly be here?

She glanced back and saw that their entire group had co in, and even the security was guiding them personally. Were these the privileged 0.1% people Shen Lin ntioned?

She was sowhat startled; the Shen family were at the top of the pyramid in Lan City, yet here in Beijing, even the least esteed families surpassed them.

Each contestant had a private rest area. Security led them to the largest one and then left.

Sun Hong glanced around the rest room, "I’ll go draw the performance order for you; you rest up here."

Lou Ting arranged for soone to bring over juice and desserts, then said, "Rest here, I’ll go have a look."

Yun Yue hadn’t had breakfast and felt nauseous after eating a few pieces of sweet cake to fill her up, lazily leaning on the sofa and checking her phone.

Xiao Bai had sent her several location options, none of which she liked, so she asked him to look more thoroughly.

"Yun Yue, Grandpa Jiang asked when you will take him as your master," Ruan Yingtong asked, sipping orange juice.

They had been urging her for a long ti, wanting her to feel out the situation since it’s easy to be influenced when accepting others’ generosity.

"Let’s talk about it later."

Ruan Yingtong "Oh"ed, then lowered her head to send a ssage[She said it depends on your performance.]

Jiang Wenshan[Good Yingtong, please persuade her.]

[Wishing you wealth and prosperity]

Ruan Yingtong saw the screen full of red envelopes, and her smile grew even wider. Grandpa Jiang was so easy to fool.

If she could persuade Yun Yue, she wouldn’t be Yun Yue.

Forget the details, just collect the red envelopes first.

After all, he didn’t know. By then, she’d just say Yun Yue still didn’t want to acknowledge him as her master. He had money to spare, so a little deceiving was no big deal.

Before long, Sun Hong returned, holding the performance sequence number and a list of precautions.

Her expression was sowhat grim as she said, "This ti there are 50 people taking part in the assessnt. The sequence number you drew is quite late. It might affect your ranking."

She should have swapped it out during the draw earlier. Everyone participating in this kind of competition knew that the earlier the performance, the higher the score might be because the judges had no reference point. If the earlier participants played better, those who followed would definitely be at a disadvantage.

"It’s okay. If I were too early in the order, it would affect them more." Ruan Yingtong smiled heartlessly, her face full of confidence.

Seeing her smile, Sun Hong imdiately lost her irritation. She had been quite shocked when she found out Ruan had signed up, her family owned a piano, but unfortunately, she had never seen her play. Every day was either a filming session or so event. There was no ti to practice the piano.

Because she wanted to compete this ti, she had postponed two weeks worth of activities to practice piano. She could only acknowledge her efforts were sloppy. There was no chance of significant improvent in such a short period, and she was at a loss for words.

To think you could even sign up in such a sloppy way, I really admire you!

It was unclear how she even made it into the national top fifty with her works.

This was an evaluation by the Piano Association. Among the many pianists across the country, how could there only be fifty contestants? Who knows how many had been eliminated, and Ruan Yingtong making it to the finals was sheer luck.

Eighty percent of the last fifty contenders could enter the Piano Association. All she needed was a bit of luck to rank a little higher.

Who would have thought she would be so unlucky to draw such a late sequence number.

Yun Yue and Mo Fan weren’t worried either; her piano skills were more than enough to crush the majority of the contestants.

Joining the Piano Association was a certainty, but her goal was to beco a direct disciple of Master Yao Nan.

Sun Hong could only continue to look down at the precautions and remind her not to be nervous, just to play her best.

Ruan Yingtong felt she was actually comforting herself; she was more nervous than her.

Shen Xuan drew an early sequence number, 8, which relieved Shen Lin and Bai Hui. With a middle-ranking sequence, and her exceptional piano skills, scoring high shouldn’t be a problem.

Shen Lin encouraged her, "Just relax, treat it as a normal performance. I’ve looked through the other contestants’ profiles. So rural star made it to the finals, so these people aren’t that great. Just do your best."

If Shen Xuan could get into the Piano Association, her husband’s family’s status would also improve, not to ntion if she beca a direct disciple of Master Yao Nan.

Shen Xuan was sowhat nervous, after all, it was a big competition, but her ability to self-regulate was strong, and after hearing Shen Lin’s words, she was less anxious.

"I will do my best." She clenched her skirt, a dark glint flashed through her eyes.

Upon arriving in Beijing, she realized that in the grand sche of things, the Shen family was nothing. Only if she set her roots here could others respect her.

Thinking of the man at the door earlier, she pursed her lips, unsure of when she would get to interact with those in such circles.

The competition had already begun, and those lined up earlier were successively waiting backstage.