Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 127, Section 125: A Few Things About Peaches

The Entrepreneurship Building in Jiangcheng East Lake High-tech Development Zone is bustling with people.

Tianyu Media, located on floors 1-3 of Building A in the Entrepreneurship Building, is now deserted and has a new signboard and tenants.

In an era where society as a whole is accelerating its pace, office buildings in such prime locations have no shortage of rent and customers.

A generation will eventually grow old, but entrepreneurs will always be young.

About 100 meters directly above Tianyu Media, on the 17th floor of the Chuangye Building, is a 24-hour gym called Panda Fitness.

Panda Fitness occupies almost the entire 17th floor of the Entrepreneurship Building, surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling windows that offer panoramic views of the city.

This place is designed specifically for urbanites with a taste for the finer things in life. Considering that white-collar workers get off work late, it offers 24-hour service and is equipped with shower rooms and hot water. There are also discounts for private training if you sign up for a membership.

The gym in the commercial area is much quieter in the afternoon than in the evening.

"Peach, hang in there a little longer!"

The spacious equipment practice area had practically become the two girls' private territory.

Sweat had completely soaked through her sports vest, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down her forehead, passing over her long eyelashes and eyelids, making the scenery in front of her appear mottled with light and shadow.

"call"

In the center of the squat rack stood two girls of similar height, but they differed in their posture, hairstyle, and back view.

Both of them had their hair tied up due to exercise, but you could tell that one had wavy curls and the other had traditional long, straight black hair.

A girl with long, straight black hair named Peach continued squatting while holding a barbell, with a curly-haired girl standing behind her, wrapping her arms around her lower abdomen to assist.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

She still felt that the oxygen she inhaled through her mouth and nose was immediately neutralized by some kind of energy before it could even enter her bloodstream.

Even though I knew I should adjust my breathing rate, my breathing continued to become increasingly rapid.

"Control the rhythm!"

I felt sore, and all my muscles were burning.

The girl named Peach had her starry eyes tightly closed.

Lactic acid accumulates in large quantities, spreading deep into one's muscles and nerves like countless tiny crawling insects, eroding the little willpower one has left.

It seems that once one relaxes, one can no longer muster the strength.

She felt it was the fourth set of the barbell squat machine exercise.
I'm really close to my limit.

"Keep going, do five more! Just the last five!"

A resolute, calm, and encouraging voice came from behind me, yet it remained captivating and melodious.

Peach was no longer able to turn her head, but she glanced at her companions out of the corner of her eye.

The girl who joined Tianyu Media at the same time as me and whom I quickly became friends with, even though the company had already closed down.

The dance student who smiled and agreed to help with the training was a professional-level exercise enthusiast.

That curly-haired girl in a bright pink tight-fitting workout outfit—a bright pink sports vest, bright pink sports shorts, and a bright pink headband—was the kind of girl who could catch your eye at first glance.

That recently rising star – Douyu's number one dancer.

Du Jianuo.

Before assisting herself, Du Jianuo had just completed a round of squat training, followed by a 10-kilometer indoor cycling session, and then a set of women's weight training exercises.

This amount of exercise did not seem to have disturbed her complexion; she was still able to maintain a sense of joy and tranquility.

But all of this left her just as soaked and sweaty as he was.

Squats are a skill.

The two were pressed together, the girl's fragrant sweat soaking their bodies, the water droplets on her snow-white skin glistening as if carrying a captivating fragrance of orchid and musk.

A girl glistening with sweat possesses an allure akin to a flower in midsummer.

"The last five, don't give up, believe in yourself!"

Peach clenched her teeth, feeling the last bit of energy flowing from deep within her lower abdomen, down her thighs, surging towards her waist and hips, and then transmitting to a mechanical, numb power.

Upward, upward, and ever upward.
"One, get up!"

Du Jianuo raised her voice, as if she too was inspired by the burst of energy that Du Jianuo had once again gathered.

The voices chanting slogans also began to carry a stronger emotional tone.

It was full of strength and sincere encouragement.

"Two, keep it up!"

"three"

"Four! Get up, get up, get up! Hold on, regulate your breathing, get up!!!"

Du Jianuo's shouts became increasingly clear and sincere, as if the hands around her waist were also helping her exert force.

But that sound eventually grew more and more distant.
"five!"

Peach finally felt she had reached her limit. After reaching her peak, her power began to dissipate, and once it began to dissipate, it could no longer be gathered together.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the barbell slammed into the support frame, causing the girl to lower her waist, gather her breath, and exert all her strength. Peach completely collapsed in front of the mat.

As Tao Tao gradually came to her senses, beads of sweat rolled down her face, and her breathing, which had been erratic, gradually returned to a rhythmic deep breath. Only then did she begin to stretch her hand out into the distance.

Du Jianuo just happened to hand over a bottle of mineral water.

Her ten fingers were slender and jade-like, her wrists were delicate and boneless, and her manicure, though not long, was vibrant and neatly trimmed.

"Drink slowly, Peach, you must drink slowly."

"How long has it been since you exercised?"

"Take small bites, otherwise it's easy to hurt your heart."

Du Jianuo giggled, a hint of encouragement in her smile: "You did a great job today."

"I never expected you to be working this hard lately. What, are you going all out for this interview?"

".call."

As she gasped for breath, Peach slowly adjusted her vocal cords, barely managing to find the right spot to produce sound.

"It's all your fault! I was even thinking of going back to my studies, giving up this field, and going on to graduate school."

"And what happened? Our group chat for former colleagues is full of messages about you every day!"

"Ever since you started working for the new boss, you've been trending on Weibo one minute and getting some kind of contract bonus the next. Now you're even more outrageous than before!"

"I've transformed into a top live streamer!"

The full name of the black-haired peach is Qi Baitao.

As one of the girls, along with Du Jianuo, who was spotted by the boss of Tianyu Media, Qi Baitao naturally has enough to be proud of.

That's right.

In the eyes of the MCN company boss, looks and figure are the most important things, even overshadowing her 985 university degree.

Five words to describe her: tall and hot.

Tall – 169 cm barefoot, easily exceeding 170 cm with shoes on.

Hot-smelling—she truly lives up to her name.

A baby face with huge peaches, and a pair of white 36E breasts.

So it's quite obvious that despite Qi Baitao being signed by Tianyu Media for so long, almost no one remembers her school.

Although she is a junior like Du Jianuo this year, and although she attends one of only two 985 universities in Jiangcheng, Huazhong University of Science and Technology.

This, ironically, became the least important thing.

"Sister Nuo, who exactly is your boss?"

Qi Baitao smiled and couldn't help but playfully stick out her tongue.

Although she was also a junior in college, her grades were so outstanding since she was a child that her family arranged for her to start school a year earlier, making her a year younger than Du Jianuo.

"From what you're saying, he really is something?" "More than that."

Speaking of that man, Du Jianuo's cheeks flushed slightly.

The alluring shyness that flashed through her at that moment seemed somewhat mismatched with the stern and professional guest coach she had just been, yet it only fueled a sense of unfinished business that made one want to explore further.

"He really understands this industry."

"I don't want to explain how to understand it again. I'm tired of explaining it. You've already seen it."

"Yes, that's why I'm submitting my resume."

Qi Baitao understood the meaning in the other person's tone, pursed her lips slightly, and nodded in agreement.

"Do you think I can get past the boss?"

"There must be quite a few aspiring online celebrities who want to join the 'Relief from Worries' club these days, right?"

"It's so annoying! I've been indulging myself lately, eating and drinking excessively. I never imagined I'd go back to my old ways and gain three or four pounds!"

"I don't know if it'll be enough time to cram like this at the last minute."

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

Du Jianuo's bright eyes darted around, noticing her choice of words.

Can we get past the "boss" hurdle, instead of other checkpoints, procedures, or any other messy steps?

She smiled almost imperceptibly, took a long white fleece towel from the towel rack beside her, and wiped the fine sweat from her forearms.

Although fresh sweat immediately seeped out of my pores, I felt somewhat relieved.

"What are you afraid of?"

Du Jianuo put his arm around Qi Baitao's shoulder, who was deep in thought. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the hall and the staff were not paying attention, he casually reached out his arm and lowered his hand like a hooligan.

He gave those two peaches, which looked like they could jump, a light pinch.

"ah"

"Du Jianuo! Are you trying to die?!"

As Qi Baitao exerted herself, she instantly narrowed her eyes and clutched her chest. Beads of sweat rolled down to the edge of her collar with the movement, then fell freely into the bottomless ravine.

She is indescribably sexy and charming.

"Don't worry, the boss isn't blind."

Du Jianuo chuckled, but her gaze remained fixed on the top edge of the other person's tight-fitting clothes, as if she were talking to herself.

"I don't think I need to use any back channels or give you special reminders to help you at all."

Seeing Qi Baitao's dilemma, she almost burst out laughing.

As the undisputed top female host of Jieyou Media, she believes she must adhere to principles.

Of course, one shouldn't cheat outright, but rather use methods like whispering in someone's ear to offer help directly to a good friend from their former company.

But then again.

If you really want to influence someone's husband's feelings, you should probably do it in a different direction, right?

“I’ve been helping the company with the second round of screening recently, and I’ve looked at quite a few resumes.”

She spoke earnestly this time, and Qi Baitao listened attentively, raising her head to look at her with a gaze that was clearly seeking advice.

"There are indeed quite a few beautiful girls in their prime, and some people even send over very revealing photos."

"Are you really that willing to go all out?"

Qi Baitao immediately lost some of her confidence.

But I think you...

Du Jianuo became even more smug, smiled reservedly, and continued speaking.

"Don't overthink it, the boss is a very nice person, there's probably no problem getting through."

What kind of questions will he ask during the interview?

At this moment, Qi Baitao had finally regained a lot of strength and stood up to continue asking questions.

"I'm not too clear about the specifics of the Q&A session, because I've never been interviewed by him."

"Let's go, let's go take a shower."

The sound of running water filled the air, and the large shower room was almost empty.

Du Jianuo and Qi Baitao have often worked out together since they were at Tianyu Media, and afterwards they would go to the bathroom to shower together.

Living in the bustling steel jungle, finding a partner is never easy, no matter what the project is.

"You don't need an interview?"

"Yeah, I don't need it. Haven't you heard the old saying?"

"what?"

"I made a plate of dumplings just for the sake of vinegar. Our boss originally worked in the legal consulting industry, and the reason he entered the MCN field is because of that plate of dumplings."

"Sister Nuo, I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen you so arrogant."

Qi Baitao pursed her cherry lips and rolled her eyes dramatically.

She reached down with both hands, hooked the hem of half of her sports vest, twisted her wrists to take it off, and gently tossed it into the changing area, completely revealing her snow-white and soft body.

She then untied her hair, revealing a head of glossy, flowing black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, perfectly covering her breasts when viewed in the mirror.

"Then you should at least offer some suggestions!"

Qi Baitao stepped out of the changing room and into the shower room next door to take a hot shower.

"Given your understanding of him, just say what you think, regardless of whether it's right or wrong."

"Well, he might ask you for your opinions on the industry."

Du Jianuo shrugged, trying for the first time to put herself in Zhou Mingyuan's shoes.

If you were him, what questions would you ask?
"For example, your views on the future, your plans for your career path, and your opinion on the current fierce competition among live streaming platforms."

Du Jianuo shook her hair, tilted her chin up, and let the water flow over her head.

"The first two are fine, Sister Nuo, what do you think of the later issues?"

Qi Baitao turned her head to the side, her gaze passing through the rising steam, and looked over curiously.

"It's quite obvious. All the live streaming platforms have received funding, and they'll probably continue to burn money."

At this moment, Du Jianuo was no longer a clueless campus internet celebrity; her commanding presence seemed to have transformed into that of a seasoned industry professional.

"Live streaming is, after all, a startup project. If it has potential and a future, capital will definitely be injected to expand it as much as possible, to broaden its product line and territory, and to seize market share."

"The more recklessly they run, the more capital and market opportunities will follow, allowing them to expand exponentially and, in the process, make up for their own shortcomings and steal business from other platforms."

"And the reverse is also true. For example, in a startup like Douyu, if the management starts to tighten up, become conservative, and control costs, the project will only become less and less favored and more and less popular. As a result, investors and the existing market will shrink away."

"So, I guess I did benefit from the bonus?"

Qi Baitao felt for the first time that Du Jianuo had changed.

Such a gentle and persuasive delivery, such a passionate speech, naturally inspires admiration in the listener.

This is people's worship of successful people; it's more like an instinct.

It's just a facade, disguised by a worship of so-called viewpoints, insights, demeanor, and vision.

Others can say the same things.

However, in the mouth of this top female celebrity in the Douyu dance section, and in the mouth of an internet celebrity whose signing fee is worth 300,000 yuan, there is of course a golden voice.

Sure enough, Qi Baitao was stunned.

The constant temperature of 39 degrees Celsius water sprayed down from her hair, quickly moisturizing and warming the two girls' bodies.

In that instant, the pressure and fatigue of exercise seemed to transform into a feeling of exhilaration, gradually fading away as the hot water washed over and cleansed the skin's pores.

(End of this chapter)