Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

The competition officially began. Chu Zhu changed into her performance costume, a long-sleeved blue shirt, and entered the stage. With graceful movements and leaps, her resilient figure moved with ease on the stage.

Sheng Congye stood in the audience, his gaze fixed intently on his dazzling lover, admiring his soaring and spinning movements.

Countless incredibly difficult poses are executed with graceful elegance, like a charming landscape painting. With a kick and hook of the long leg, a flick and a probing of the orchid finger, eyes that seem to flow like water, she spins and lands, her body twists to the extreme, and then her sleeves are tossed out like flowers.

He was a born dancer.

Three days later, the finals arrived. Chu Zhuo's months of hard work paid off, and he won the Special Gold Award with a landslide victory.

As he stepped onto the stage to receive the award, a spotlight shone on him, and the audience cheered for him.

This competition is called the "Folk Dance Award," and it is highly professional and prestigious, ranking third among Chinese dance competitions nationwide.

The contestants are generally of a high level, and those who can stand out from the crowd must be extremely outstanding.

Sheng Congye presented him with a bright red rose: "For the champion."

"Oh, the champion has received a congratulatory gift." Chu Zhuo happily accepted the bouquet.

After the competition, people left the venue one after another, and the tense three days came to an end.

Chu Zhuo stood at the bottom of the steps at the main entrance, the heavy iron gate witnessing one dancer after another push open the doors of this theater.

He touched his chest, conveying his feelings to the client who was no longer in this world.

Look, this is freedom—bright and sunny, with fresh air.

The barrier to world consciousness seemed to be activated. 001 dropped the cola and flew out of the small space: [Host, 001 has received a burst of energy?]

Chu Zhuo: [Where does this energy come from?]

001: [I don't know, what did you do, host?]

Chu Zhu shook his head slightly, then suddenly stopped, a gentle feeling rising in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Congye put her arm around his shoulder and asked softly, "It's getting late, is there anything you want to eat?"

Chu Zhuo eagerly raised her hand: "That dry pot restaurant we pass by every day when we come here smells so good, it makes my mouth water."

Sheng Congye chuckled: "You little glutton."

After enjoying a satisfying dry pot meal, I stayed at the hotel for the night and flew back to school the next morning.

The winners were announced on the official website that day. Chu Zhuo entered the classroom with the trophy in hand, and fireworks were set off.

"Ji Chuzhuo, you're amazing!!"

"Ji Chuzhuo is awesome!"

"Quickly, let's take a look at the trophy."

"Next year will be the biennial Elite Cup again. Ji Chuzhuo, you must sign up and bring glory to our dance department."

"Wow, this trophy, I've never seen anything like it before, hehe."

The biennial Elite Cup is an international award for commissioned winners, and Chuzhuo was determined to win it without them even having to say it.

And that will serve as the official starting point.

He would participate in all sorts of competitions, big and small, to let the client's mother know that the real wrong path would not be filled with flowers and applause, much less with enthusiasm and energy.

The choice of the commissioner is never arbitrary; he has real skills and should not be limited to just one tournament.

Even higher than the Qunying Cup is an international dance competition sponsored by the Ministry of Culture, which, along with the Caifeng Award, is known as the "Three Champions of Chinese Dance".

He will take them all.

As the New Year's bells rang, the countdown to the new year began. Chu Zhuo had been spending a lot of time in the dance studio lately, and Sheng Congye often had to drag him out for meals.

"Zhuobao, it's New Year's Day the day after tomorrow, let's go out and have some fun." Sheng Congye took his bag and slung it over his back, then wrapped the boy's thin little hand in his palm. "I booked a hot spring hotel in the suburbs of Beijing, an hour and a half drive away. You've been training too hard lately, you need to relax."

"Okay." Chu Zhuo leaned against Sheng Congye for support. "I have no objection to what Brother Ye has arranged. I want to lie on you and sleep for a while. Brother, carry me on your back."

The unconscious murmur of "brother" almost made Sheng Congye lose control. He calmed himself down and picked up Qi Zhuo horizontally: "My back is hard, it's not comfortable to lie on my stomach, so I'll just hold you like this. Zhuo Bao, go to sleep. I'll call you when we get to the place to eat."

With his muscular physique, broad chest, and a feeling of being completely enveloped in comfort, Chu Zhuo fell asleep peacefully.

When he groggily opened his eyes again, it was pitch black outside, with lights on in the tall buildings, and the view inside the private room was dim and yellowish.

Chuzhuo: "?"

Still nestled in Sheng Congye's arms, Chu Zhuo propped herself up against his chest and sat up: "How long have I been asleep?"

Sheng Congye smoothed Chu Zhuo's messy hair from sleeping on her forehead: "It's only a little past eight, do you want to wash your face?"

Chu Zhuo looked around; it didn't look like a place with water at all. "Shall we go find a restroom?"

Sheng Congye made a phone call, and a few minutes later, a waiter pushed in a trolley and brought them warm water.

The waiter said gently, "Please, both of you."

Sheng Congye said, "Tell them to prepare the dishes. First, bring out the black chicken soup."

The waiter replied respectfully, "Okay."

After washing her face, Chu Zhuo exclaimed with a refreshed feeling, "Their service is just too good!"

Sheng Congye smiled and said, "If the salary is high, the service will naturally be excellent."

In less than two minutes, the black chicken soup was served. Sheng Congye picked up a spoon and scooped out a bowl: "Drink some black chicken soup first to replenish your nutrition. Zhuobao has lost weight."

Chu Zhuo touched her face and stomach suspiciously: "Have I lost weight?"

"Hmm, it's not as heavy as before when I hold it," Sheng Congye said, giving a number.

Chu Zhu put down her bowl: "Two pounds counts too? I gained it all back after just one meal. I thought I had lost a lot of weight."

Sheng Congye pinched his cheek: "So, don't just jump around and never stop, you have to eat on time."

"I know, the school anniversary celebration and the Heroes Cup are too close together, almost one after the other. I have a lot of repertoire to practice. I want to succeed in one go and make a name for myself in one go." Chu Zhuo opened her eyes wide, and her already round pupils became even more lively.

Sheng Congye picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks and fed it to him: "Have another piece of chicken."

Chu Zhu opened its mouth and howled as it chewed.

After dinner, we went back to the dormitory to rest for a day before heading to the hot spring hotel.

The environment in the outskirts of Beijing is different from that in the city. There are no towering buildings that stretch as far as the eye can see. It is secluded and open, and desolation is its defining characteristic in winter, waiting for new buds to sprout in spring.

The suburbs are usually very quiet, but today, because of New Year's Day, everyone is out having fun, so it's crowded and lively.

After parking the car in the hotel's designated parking lot, Sheng Congye took Chu Zhuo's hand and said, "Let's eat something, play around, digest for a while, and then go soak in the hot springs."

Chu Zhuo slipped her fingers between his: "What are you playing? Are there any pretty views nearby?"

Sheng Congye took the boy's crossed hands and kissed the back of his hand: "There is a glass sky bridge called Yunxi Valley, which spans between two mountains and is about a 20-minute walk from here."

"It's very close," Chu Zhuo said with great interest. "We want to go."

After a satisfying meal, we set off for Yunxi Valley, where the wind was biting cold.

After buying their tickets, Chu Zhuo and Sheng Congye had their tickets checked and entered.

Chu Zhuo stepped onto it and saw that the glass in the scenic area was spotless, with mountains and rivers stretching for miles below.

Halfway there, I heard the sound of glass shattering. Chu Zhuo wondered if this was the special glass the staff had mentioned.

The thought had barely formed when suddenly a powerful force propelled him forward.

Chu Zhuo's voice changed: "...Who are you feeding, friend???"

Ye Ge was right next to him, who pushed him?