Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Villain is Extremely Difficult to Mess With

He Suining went backstage, found a single sofa to sit down, and took out her phone to send a message to Qin Shen.

Qin Shen's WeChat ID is simply Qin Shen. His profile picture is of him sitting on a sofa, and the dark background makes it difficult to see his face clearly. However, his languid demeanor and long legs suggest that he has a very good physique and is quite tall.

This might be called a sense of atmosphere.

She pouted, remembering that the first time she saw his profile picture, she cursed him as a "dead pervert".

Peace and safety every year: [Hi~ I'm done singing, and I won big! Too bad it wasn't live, so you can't see it, hehe.]

The ragged creature wiped away imaginary sweat in its system space, muttering to itself: [The host is really going all out to complete the mission; he's even starting to act cute, oh my god.]

I dare not say this to her face.

He Suining felt no discomfort after acting cute. Having been raised as the Queen's knight since childhood, she had only one thought—to achieve her goal, she had to use any means necessary, and to survive, she was willing to pay any price.

It's nothing to just act cute.

This morning.

Qin Shen was in a meeting in the conference room. As the president of Dixing Entertainment, holding meetings every day was the norm, although they were divided into large meetings and small meetings.

What's the same is that the employees who report from below are under too much psychological pressure.

Qin Shen had his eyes closed, one elbow resting on the armrest of his black swivel chair. His tall, broad body leaned lazily against the back of the chair, appearing nonchalant, but in reality, everyone below was trembling with fear. The entire conference room was terribly oppressive, and even breathing was involuntarily lowered.

The meeting proceeded in an orderly manner.

Everyone giving a report felt like they had an axe hanging over their head. It was like the oppressive feeling I had back in school, when you'd make eye contact with a teacher and be called on to answer a question.

No, it's ten or a hundred times heavier than that.

Help.

It's tough being alive, and money is hard to earn. Who will save them?

Whether it was He Suining, some kind of deity, who heard their inner cries, just then, the silent black cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

The sound was quite loud in the almost suffocatingly quiet conference room.

Qin Shen opened his eyes, expressionless, and reached out his large hand to pick up his phone and glance at it.

I saw a slightly mischievous message from He Suining.

His expression softened slightly; he no longer looked so ruthless, and his features became much gentler.

The employees who witnessed this scene wished they could rub their eyes and wondered if they were hallucinating from being exploited.

They even reported it.

She's quite well-behaved.

At this point, Qin Shen had automatically forgotten about the time He Suining kicked down his study door.

He smiled slightly and quickly replied to her message.

Qin Shen: [I'm in a meeting. I'll have someone send me the recorded video later.]

Just do it.

He looked up at his assistant, Kong, and said, "Notify the person in charge of the Angel Project to send over the footage recorded today in advance."

"Okay, Boss." Assistant Kong turned around and went out to make a phone call.

Qin Shen looked up at the employee who was giving a work report but had just been interrupted, and said calmly, "Where were we? Let's continue."

"..."

Meanwhile, Angel Music's program continues.

After He Suining finished sending the message on the sofa, she noticed that many eyes were secretly watching and scrutinizing her, something that hadn't happened before.

Zhong Yiqiao, who was standing aside waiting to go on stage, frowned slightly, glanced at her imperceptibly, and said nothing.

Qiao Yue, standing next to her, clenched her fists in front of her chest, her eyes practically sparkling like hearts from a comic book. "Wow, I didn't expect Little Nightingale to be so strong, and her voice is so lovely too! I love her!"

Xia Luo was speechless for a moment. She glanced at Zhong Yiqiao's face and quietly nudged Qiao Yue with her elbow.

Qiao Yue didn't know whether she really hadn't noticed or had noticed but didn't care.

Hit in the chest, he cried out in pain, rubbing his chest and glaring at Xia Luo with displeasure, "Luo Luo, don't you think? I remember you like people who sing well the most."

I first met Zhong Yiqiao because she sang well, and over time they became friends.

Xia Luo pursed her lips.

She didn't want to lie about music.

After a few seconds of silence, she nodded, "It does sound nice, and it matches the name Qi Su gave her..." But unlike Qiao Yue, she still cared about Zhong Yiqiao, and added unnecessarily, "But I believe Qiaoqiao is definitely not bad."

Zhong Yiqiao turned to her and smiled, "Everyone here is here to participate in the competition, so it's not surprising that some of them sing well."

Judging from his tone, it seemed like nothing was wrong.

One after another, people went up to sign up, and a few promising talents were discovered. But they were only promising; with He Suining as a shining example, the others were barely acceptable to the judges.

"Has Zhong Yiqiao not come on yet?" The judges whispered among themselves during the intermission.

Qi Su shook his head. "It should be soon; there aren't many people left."

"I have high hopes for Zhong Yiqiao. That girl is popular and has a good singing voice. She'll definitely be number one this time." Lin Wenjue smiled and took a sip of the beverage sponsored by the sponsor.

Hong Yini had a different opinion, her expression more serious than Lin Wenjue's smile. "I think that at the beginning, Xiao Bailing was very likely to overshadow Zhong Yiqiao. Zhong Yiqiao had the advantage in popularity, but after today, the audience will definitely post comments online, which will boost Xiao Bailing's popularity."

When the show airs again, it will boost its popularity even further, and it might even rival Zhong Yiqiao's level.

Lin Wenjue frowned. "These days, first impressions are all the rage. Who knows? Why isn't Teacher Qi Su saying anything? What do you think?"

Qi Su silently drank his beverage.

When the topic turned to him, he thought for a moment and said, "Zhong Yiqiao's voice is not as good as Xiao Bailing's, but she has experience. Teacher Lin is right, she is popular, who knows what will happen in the end."

Hong Yini pouted unhappily and slammed down her drink. "Do both teachers favor Zhong Yiqiao? Then I'll stick to my choice. I think He Suining will be an upset and take first place."

"We were just chatting." Seeing the serious atmosphere, Lin Wenjue quickly broke the ice with a smile.

Qi Su denied Hong Yini's claims about him, saying, "I was just making a judgment, not saying Zhong Yiqiao is better. Actually, I would prefer He Suining to win first place; she needs time and a good teacher."

The intermission is over.

Another round has passed, and Xia Luo and Qiao Yue have taken the stage.

Xia Luo's singing voice is beautiful, and she is good at both singing and dancing, which is rare and makes the audience and judges' eyes light up.

Qiao Yue was just there to join in the fun with Zhong Yiqiao; her voice was nice, but nothing special.

Finally, it was Zhong Yiqiao's turn.