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

Say something I can understand.

He fed his dog all his heart, and Chu Zhuo threatened him by grabbing his throat.

"Zhuobao, I respect all your own ideas, whether it's ballet or classical dance. As long as you want to dance it, then it has its meaning," Sheng Congye said seriously.

The saying "the closest relatives can hurt the most" is perfectly exemplified in the case of the client. Chu Zhuo smiled faintly and said, "What I'm doing now is the most meaningful thing."

The students who follow the Chuzhuo competition naturally didn't miss the news that was leaked online.

The campus forum was flooded with posts about it.

[A ballet major reporting for duty! Ji Chuzhuo's mother is Ji Wanshu? Holy crap, our teacher used videos of Ji's mother in class! This is such a huge dimensional barrier! (speechless)]

[Is the news circulating online true or false? Winning a gold medal in the international children's ballet competition at six, winning again at nine (jumping the age limit to audition for the junior group), and sweeping the youth group at eleven – what kind of wish-fulfillment protagonist setup is this?]

[Not only that, she became famous overnight for her classical dance performance on the school anniversary stage, and the official website of Beijing University gained tens of thousands of followers because of that video. What a winner in life! (exclamation)]

[With such high achievements in ballet, why did he apply to study classical dance? Is he a case of "the prodigy who failed to live up to his potential," or has his talent run dry?]

[Upstairs, please be careful with your words. Classical dance has won two international awards, and this one is especially prestigious, second only to the national Wenhua Cup.]

[No, I'm genuinely shocked! He can excel at anything he dances?!]

[He was given both beauty and unparalleled talent; is this world even letting people live? (bitter)]

When Chu Zhuo returned to school, facing the curious stares of his classmates, he took the initiative to say, "What's said online is true. I won a gold medal in ballet when I was a child. Later, I switched to classical dance. The reason wasn't as exaggerated as those articles made it out to be. I simply prefer classical dance. The marketing accounts are too good at making things up."

His classmates encouraged him: "Ji Chuzhuo, you are simply a natural-born dancer. No matter what kind of dance you dance, we are all classmates. You must not abandon us, your old classmates, when you become successful."

"Don't worry." Chu Zhuo's tone suddenly changed, "I'm severing all ties with you right now."

After saying that, he walked away with a pot lid on his head.

Chu Zhuo, unable to withstand dozens of people alone, escaped the encirclement. After smoothing his messy hair, the smile in his eyes deepened.

When the investigation into the reporter's affair came to light, Sheng Congye's eyes revealed obvious disgust.

That person was the runner-up in last year's field trip award. He originally wanted to distract Chu Zhuo through public opinion, but Chu Zhuo remained calm and composed.

His mother was a judge last year and planned to manipulate the scores behind the scenes. But those who watched the competition live weren't stupid. Chu Zhuo's dance skills were obvious to everyone. He performed one difficult move after another, and his dance was smooth and captivating. Giving him a low score would definitely be questioned.

The second-place student had been dancing classical dance since childhood. Many people around him were not as good as him. He was flattered and praised by those around him, which made him arrogant and unrealistic. He thought he was a unique genius in his age group.

Last year, he lost to Chu Zhuo in a competition, which made him lose face, so he thought of revealing his private affairs to disrupt his opponent's mentality.

Sheng Congye compiled the information and reported it to the disciplinary inspection department, resulting in the judge's mother being suspended from her duties for investigation.

Because of previous incidents of rigged competitions, classical dance competitions have very strict screening of judges' qualifications. It is normal to openly accept supervision, but some people insist on concealing their connections to participate... and the scores of the second and third place winners in the last competition were very close.

The mother and son got into trouble and were too busy taking care of themselves.

The reporter who had maliciously interviewed Chu Zhuo came to her door in a fit of resentment, displaying the shameless attitude of a thug: "Even if the matter wasn't settled, you still have to pay me the balance. I've been fired from the newspaper, my reputation is tarnished, and my colleagues don't want me anymore. I have nothing to lose, so you probably don't want your reputations to get even worse, do you?"

Left with no other choice, the judge's mother paid her to keep quiet.

The reporter, who had successfully obtained the money, was extremely pleased with himself, whistling as he was dragged into an alley without surveillance cameras, where he was robbed of all his money and beaten up.

His skin was rough, with an unhealthy sallow hue. Beneath his snake-like head and rat-like eyes, a mouthful of jagged, sharp teeth spat out a mouthful of phlegm. Lying on the ground, he twisted his body and cursed angrily, "Who the hell is robbing me? In broad daylight, do they think I'm easy to bully?"

The reporter went to the police station to report the crime, cursing all the way. The police retrieved nearby surveillance footage and found that the man was an experienced criminal. The distant surveillance footage showed that he covered his face completely the whole time, and walked into the blind spot of the surveillance cameras up close.

Police routinely questioned him about the source of the money, which bank branch or ATM he withdrew it from, and whether anyone saw him on the street...

The reporter's expression changed slightly, and he shouted, "I lost my money, shouldn't you police help me find it? I earn my own money, do I need to report every single transaction to you? This is an invasion of my privacy!"

The police officer's eyes flashed, sensing the lack of confidence in his tone. He pretended to be patient and said, "Sir, please don't get agitated. This is a routine inquiry, which is normal procedure. Please cooperate with our work so that our colleagues can help you recover your lost money more quickly."

"I don't care, it's me who lost money, of course you're not worried. If this isn't resolved, I'll file a complaint against you!" The reporter slammed his fist on the table and roared, taking out his phone to film. "I'm going to expose you! This is police brutality! Come and see how the police are bullying us ordinary citizens!"

The police, of course, could not tolerate his unreasonable behavior and stopped him from taking photos without permission.

The reporter was convinced that the police wouldn't dare to hit him, so he became increasingly emboldened and acted without restraint, scratching several police officers.

Seeing that he showed no sign of stopping, one of the policemen took out handcuffs and cuffed his wrists: "Sir, the Hong'an Police Station is now detaining you on charges of provoking trouble."

The reporter didn't take it seriously; having had several experiences with this group of police officers, he knew exactly how to deal with them.

He raised the handcuffs on his wrists, propped his legs on the police officer's desk, and kicked over a thermos. His behavior was extremely vulgar, yet he proudly declared, "Look, the police are illegally detaining me. I'm going to sue you for violating my civil rights."

Everything I learned at the newspaper was used for selfishness.

The newspaper where the reporter previously worked was gotten into his job through his parents' money and connections with relatives.

That relative didn't care that he was incompetent; at least he didn't cause trouble by occupying a position. They usually turned a blind eye to him. Who would have thought that he would be so bold as to spread rumors about the Sheng family?

Fortunately, the relative was cautious. When his subordinates saw that it was he who wrote the submission, they immediately reported it to the relative, thus avoiding a lawsuit.

Perhaps journalists have profited by resorting to dishonest means, but they don't always have good luck.

Detention, fines—the reporter was stunned upon learning the outcome. All appeals were rejected, and finally, he was prosecuted for fraud due to the large amount involved, meaning imprisonment was inevitable.

The judge's mother reported the fraud, and she was unwilling to give up the money. It just so happened that the reporter was caught in the crossfire.

"Did the mother of the second-place winner deliberately lower the score of the third-place winner?" Chu Zhuo was not affected by the competition, but that did not affect her hatred of such behavior. Every dancer has trained hard to get to the stage.

"Everything will be made public after the investigation is completed. No innocent person will be wronged, and no bad person will be let off the hook." What Sheng Congye didn't say was that, given the nature of the mother and son's participation in the competition by deliberately concealing their relationship, and with him secretly pushing them, they were bound to come to a bad end.

Zhuobao was unaffected because of his quick reaction, but that doesn't mean the matter has been resolved.

"That's good. Bad people should be punished, otherwise good people will suffer." Chu Zhuo's attitude was clear. He seemed to have a good temper, but he would not back down an inch on matters of principle. "I almost became a victim. Just because I didn't get into trouble doesn't mean that everything they did can be erased."