Chapter 166: Moving into the Communal Dormitory

Meanwhile, the person they were frantically searching for had long since removed her disguise, changed her outfit, and was now sitting comfortably in a chair, watching with cold detachment as they ran past her over and over again.

Taking a sip of the water in her hand, Yu Qian let out a cold laugh. They actually thought they could find her? Were they dreaming?

Even if she hadn't learned any stealth arts, the immortals, knowing she planned to enter the entertainment industry and understanding what paparazzi were, had long ago prepared plenty of useful items for her. Among them was an artifact with a very simple yet potent effect: dampening her presence.

It made it so that even if people looked directly at her, their eyes would simply glide right past, mistaking her for an ordinary person and paying her no special mind.

This was the exact reason why she had been able to spend years around Zhou Jingchen without ever being noticed or discovered by anyone.

Zhou Jingchen had once been curious, but faced with Yu Qian's single word "secret" and her reluctance to speak, he had ultimately let it go and asked no further.

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Flying back to the provincial capital, Fu Wanwan hauled Yu Qian off to the scale the moment she laid eyes on her.

Upon seeing the massive feast the two of them had shared online, Fu Wanwan had almost stopped breathing right then and there.

Fat! Calories!

At that moment, she felt as though a plus-sized version of Yu Qian was materializing right before her eyes.

Seeing that Yu Qian hadn't gained an ounce of flesh, she grabbed her by the ear and lectured her for half an hour straight.

It was only then that Yu Qian belatedly realized she seemed to have never mentioned to Fu Wanwan that she was completely immune to weight gain—that no matter how many french fries, burgers, or bottles of cola she consumed every day, she simply wouldn't get fat. A wave of astonishment washed over her. Why hadn't it ever crossed her mind to tell Fu Wanwan about this during the years they ate those bland nutritional meals together? Was she out of her mind?

Still, it didn't matter; saying it now was just as well.

Fu Wanwan scoffed at her claim, brushing it off as pure nonsense. Only a ghost would believe that.

"It's true! If you don't believe me, you can ask Xiuxiu. I used to eat several meals a day, and my snacks were endless!" Yu Qian panicked. Having choked down grass for years, the sudden taste of a real feast had reawakened the absolute foodie that had always lived inside her.

For the sake of good food, she had to prove she wouldn't get fat.

Bringing up Wen Xiuxiu made Fu Wanwan half-doubtful. After pondering it, she decided she would go ask Xiuxiu; if Yu Qian genuinely didn't gain weight, she wouldn't restrict her diet anymore—though strength training would still be mandatory.

After confirming Yu Qian's past appetite from Wen Xiuxiu, Fu Wanwan found it hard to believe. How could someone who ate like that still be so painfully thin when they met? Why didn't she possess this kind of constitution?

Could it really be that different people had entirely different fates?

She felt a twinge of envy and a touch of jealousy toward her disciple. She, too, wanted the superpower of eating whatever she wanted without gaining weight.

Having successfully secured her dietary freedom, a jubilant Yu Qian happily changed into her gym clothes and headed straight for the fitness center.

Not getting fat was one thing, but having actual muscle tone was completely different. The thought of the abdominal muscles of the Instagram goddesses she used to admire at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Shows made her drool.

Besides, Zhou Jingchen—who either filmed or sat in an office all day—had a solid six-pack; she couldn't afford to fall behind.

On the day before China's National Day, the call notifying them to move into the collective dormitories arrived at Wen Xiuxiu's office.

No one knew how Wen Xiuxiu had negotiated with them, but while the original rule required everyone to move in before eight o'clock that evening, Yu Qian was granted a special exception: she would be dropped off personally by Wen Xiuxiu at eight o'clock the next morning.

Yu Qian was more than happy to spend one extra day at home enjoying delicious food; Aunt Chen's cooking skills were improving by the day.

At eight o'clock on the morning of October 1st, Wen Xiuxiu punctually arrived with Yu Qian at the dormitory location.

The organizers of the All-America Model Contest were never short on cash. For this training camp, they had directly rented an entire resort villa.

Stepping into the small villa assigned to Yu Qian, Wen Xiuxiu raised an eyebrow. The accommodations were quite impressive.

At that moment, the other girls sharing the villa were already awake, sitting around the dining table eating the breakfast they had prepared themselves. Suddenly seeing two women walk in, they exchanged glances.

The one with connections had arrived.

The moment they walked through the door the previous night, the villa's butler had informed them that another girl would be arriving a second day.

Few people who made it this far were fools, and quite a few possessed backgrounds of their own.

Yet even those with influential backgrounds had obediently moved in the night before—what made this girl so special that she was allowed to check in late?