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

Sheng Congye fed him a piece of cream puff: "The boss won't be serving the main dishes for a while, have some of this first."

"Sweet but not cloying, delicious. I'll buy another box when I get back to the dorm." Chu Zhuo concluded after tasting the product, glancing at Sheng Congye.

Sheng Congye: "Buy."

In less than a week, the disciplinary inspection department found that the judge's mother had not abused her power before that. Regarding the scoring of the field trip award competition, her statement was always that she was impartial... Whether she was biased or not, who knows what she really thought?

Her reputation was completely ruined. The organizers of the field trip award revoked her judging qualification, clearly stating the reason on their official Weibo account and declaring that she would never be hired again. Due to her dishonest methods, her son's participation in this competition was also disqualified.

The judge's mother fell from a high place, and a series of events brought about a chain reaction. People who used to look down on her kicked her when she was down, and the second place winner was also looked down upon because his mother was embroiled in rumors. His former arrogant attitude has now become a joke.

The mother and son's reputation in the dance world was ruined. The once-popular dance school faced a large number of withdrawal applications and soon went out of business.

The malice lurking in the gutter, does it think it's safe? People should have a sense of awe.

It must be remembered that everything you do leaves a trace.

At the end of May, Imperial University offered first-year students the opportunity to change their major.

Chu Zhuo was not surprised when he received Ji Wanshu's call.

"Ji Chuzhuo, a year is enough for you to be willful. I've inquired about changing majors at Imperial University. During this period, you should fill in your application to change majors." Ji Wanshu said forcefully.

Chu Zhuo's stance was clear: "I'm only committed to classical dance in my life, and I don't agree to the idea of ​​switching majors."

Ji Wanshu's tone was indifferent yet coercive: "I am your mother. I gave birth to you and raised you, not so that you would disobey me, Ji Chuzhuo. Don't make me force you to make a choice."

She seemed to be just giving a warning, and then abruptly hung up the phone.

Chu Zhuo knew she wouldn't give up easily, so he kept an eye on things.

On Friday morning, the counselor called the dance teacher and asked her to tell Chu Zhuo that his mother had come to the school to see him.

Chu Zhu changed out of his gymnastics uniform, comforted the classmates who cared about him, and went to the counselor's office to see someone.

The counselor was a middle-aged woman in her early forties who taught psychology. In just a few minutes of meeting, she could vaguely sense Ji Wanshu's controlling nature as a mother towards her child.

Chu Zhuo knocked on the door and went in: "Teacher Feng, you wanted to see me?"

"Hey, come sit down. This must be your mom. She said she couldn't contact you these past few days and was very worried, so she came to the school to find you. There's no such thing as a grudge between a mother and son overnight. I can tell your mom is really worried about you. Listen to your teacher and have a good talk with your mom." Teacher Feng started by saying a series of kind words, then gently pulled Chu Zhuo close to his ear and whispered, "If you have any problems, talk to your teacher. Don't be afraid, your teacher will help you."

Chu Zhuo paused for a moment, then obediently pursed her lips: "I understand, thank you, Teacher Feng."

After finishing her speech, Teacher Feng sat down in the office chair of another teacher next to her.

Ji Wanshu's eyes flashed with venom: "You think you're all grown up now, Ji Chuzhuo? Do I have to go to the school and beg you three or four times before I can even see you?"

This is the second time Chu Zhuo has had contact with Ji's mother since their first meeting at the beginning of the semester.

"Mother, I've told you countless times that I don't like ballet, not at all." Chu Zhuo's expression was calm, but her eyes held an unusual firmness. "Since you've followed me here, let me ask you a question. Suppose that in the future I become depressed because of dancing ballet I don't like, and eventually commit suicide... would you still force me?"

Ji Wanshu felt that he had gone astray outside: "You're exaggerating. Ballet isn't something that will kill you. Your mother has lived all these years and I'm still doing just fine. How is it serious?"

"Just because you like it doesn't mean I like it too, and it certainly doesn't mean I have to inherit your hobbies without any sense of self." Chu Zhuo looked into her heart and asked, pausing between each sentence, "So, your son's life isn't important? Even if I told you the consequences beforehand, you wouldn't care, is that it?"

Ji Wanshu felt uneasy under his gaze. Seeing that they were about to argue, Teacher Feng stood up to mediate: "Mrs. Ji, let's talk things out. Ji Chuzhuo is a very talented child. He's only a freshman, but he has already won championships in two international competitions. The head of the dance department even regards him as a living advertisement."

Ji Wanshu's eyes remained stubbornly fixed: "That's because you don't know he's even more talented in ballet. He won the gold medal in the children's group at the age of six... Forget it, Ji Chuzhuo, I don't have time to waste with you. Come home with me first. I don't want to make a scene in front of outsiders. We can resolve any issues behind closed doors at home."

In the client's previous life, Ji's mother also lied to him under the pretense of going home, only to have her trust betrayed.

Chu Zhuo was determined not to repeat the same mistake: "You can go back yourself."

As a world-class ballet dancer, Ji's mother maintained her composure and did not forcefully try to take her child home. She glanced at Chu Zhuo with a complex look in her eyes, and before Chu Zhuo could think about it, she turned and left.

Teacher Feng went out and called out to Ji Wanshu: "Mrs. Ji, wait a moment, let me talk to you about your child's issues."

Chu Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and she called her grandfather: "Grandpa, are you home?"

The client's hunger strike had alarmed her grandfather, but the situation is different now. Her demands include not wanting her grandfather to be in a car accident and wanting him to be avoided. This was the first thing Chu Zhuo thought of.

"Yes, summer's here, and the cucumbers we planted before are ripe. I'll pick a couple to make a salad to cool off." Grandpa straightened up and glanced into the vegetable garden. "Xiao Zhuo, would you like some pickled cucumbers? I'll make you some. When you come over during your summer vacation, they'll be pickled just right."

Chu Zhuo sensed the expectation in her grandfather's words and, not wanting to disappoint the old man, said, "Really? Then I'll have to try Grandpa's cooking."

Grandpa smiled, his face full of wrinkles: "Don't worry, Grandpa's cooking skills were taught to me step by step by Grandma, so the taste won't be bad."

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to Grandpa's pickled cucumbers." Chu Zhuo didn't elaborate further. "By the way, Grandpa, has Mom called you recently?"

"No, did your mother go to the school looking for you again?" Grandpa asked, puzzled. "Should I tell her?"

Chu Zhuo quickly refused: "No need, Grandpa. I was just asking. If she asks you to come here because of my hunger strike or any other reason, don't panic. Be sure to call me first."

Grandpa, unaware of the situation, reflexively asked, "Is it about your dancing? Has she not given up on imposing her ideas on you?"

"I'll handle it." Chu Zhu hummed in agreement, earnestly instructing, "Grandpa, please take care of yourself. I'll definitely put my safety first and won't joke around with my health. I still want to enjoy my later years with you, Grandpa, so please don't get into trouble."

His tone was so serious that his grandfather replied solemnly, "Okay, Grandpa understands."

After training in the afternoon, the coach called them to fill out project application forms, and Sheng Congye rushed to the dance studio to pick them up right on time.

He became a regular at picking up Chu Zhuo. The first student who came out of the classroom greeted him: "Senior Sheng, are you here to see Chu Zhuo? Our counselor, Teacher Feng, called him to her office, room 507 in the Ideological and Political Education Building. I don't know if she's still there; she must have been gone for about half an hour."

Sheng Congye thanked him, turned and jogged towards the Ideological and Political Education Building while asking the other person on his phone.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zhuo opened her WeChat message and replied with "here".

[Sheng Congye: Zhuobao, wait for me, I'll be there in a bit.]

[Zhuobao: Okay, don't rush, I should stay in the office for a while longer.]

A few minutes later, Teacher Feng pushed open the door and came in, but Ji Wanshu was nowhere to be seen behind her.

"Ji Chuzhuo, I've spoken to your mother properly, and she..." Teacher Feng frowned, not really optimistic about the outcome of the conversation. "It's alright. Parental interference is useless when it comes to changing majors. The most important thing is your own will. As long as you clearly state that you don't want to change, I won't sign the application."