Huayu: From the Era of Ringtones to Becoming a Legend

Lu Jiuge glanced at him indifferently, ignored him, and turned back to continue making her bed.

This indifference is more frustrating than any counterattack.

Park Jae-hwan clenched his fists, wishing he could rush up and attack.

But the hidden camera in the ceiling was on, and he knew perfectly well that no matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't dare to commit violence in front of the camera.

In the end, he could only spit out a curse and storm out, fuming.

The crowd gathered at the entrance gradually dispersed when they saw that there was no more excitement to watch, but the contempt and hostility in their eyes as they looked at Lu Jiuge were even stronger.

[Ding! Park Jae-hwan is enraged, negative faith value +110!]

[Ding! SG trainees collectively show hostility, negative faith value +305!]

[Ding! South Korean netizens are slandering you online; negative faith value +130!]

The system notifications kept ringing in her mind, and a smile flashed in Lu Jiuge's eyes.

This constant stream of malice is exactly what he needs most.

……

Not long after, an announcement came over the loudspeaker in the dormitory hallway:

"All trainees, please proceed to the lobby on the first floor immediately for the initial ranking and class assignment. Please arrive at the designated location within five minutes. Latecomers will have five points deducted!"

As soon as the sound faded, the entire dormitory building erupted in commotion.

All the trainees hurriedly grabbed their number tags and ran towards the first floor.

The class assignment results directly determine the allocation of subsequent training resources, and no one dares to joke about their future.

Lu Jiuge picked up the number plate and slowly walked downstairs at the very back.

Along the way, all the trainees automatically split into small groups.

Some people band together by relying on their company, while others gather around based on their popularity.

Everyone was making the most of the last moments to communicate, trying to gain more support and more confidence before the level assessment.

Lu Jiuge walked alone at the back, all by herself, with no one to walk beside her.

The passing staff members lowered their heads and whispered among themselves in Korean, their eyes occasionally falling on him with undisguised mockery.

Lu Jiuge didn't take it to heart and didn't bother to flatter or greet her.

He knew very well that no matter how well he performed in this class reassignment, he would become a target.

The lobby on the first floor had already been decorated, with a huge LED screen in front of it.

The judges' panel was set up below the screen, surrounded by cameras, and more than 20 staff members moved back and forth, creating a tense atmosphere.

One hundred trainees lined up in order according to their number tags. In the crowded hall, the area where Lu Jiuge was located was left with a blank space.

No one wanted to get close to him, and no one wanted to stand in the same area as him.

On the monitoring panel, Zhu Zhixiu watched this scene, nodded in satisfaction, and gave a wink to the executive director next to him.

The executive director immediately understood and signaled the host to come on stage.

The host took the stage and began his opening remarks:

"Fellow trainees, welcome to Super Star Survival."

"Next, I will announce the ranking rules for this program. Everyone listen carefully, as this will determine all your future resources."

The host glanced at the nervous trainees below the stage and seemed to enjoy the process.

He deliberately paused for several seconds before continuing to read the table card:

"This program will implement a six-level class system (A, B, C, D, E, F)."

"Class A consists of 10 students who will receive one-on-one guidance from top mentors, have their own practice room, be filmed in high definition throughout, and have priority access to performances."

"Class B, 20 students, enjoys complete tutor courses and independent practice area."

"Class C, 25 students, basic courses guaranteed, group practice room."

"Class D, 25 people, limited number of instructors, public training area."

"Class E, 15 students, no individual tutors, only access to basic equipment."

"As for Class F..."

At this point, the host paused again, and continued after a long while:

"Class F has 5 students. They have no private classroom, no individual tutor, and receive no special resources!"

"The only chance is in the first performance; either we defy fate or we're eliminated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

Class F is not a class at all, but an option specifically designed to humiliate people.

Being assigned to Class F not only means the complete end of any hope of debuting, but also makes you a laughing stock among netizens across South Korea.

All the trainees' faces changed, their eyes filled with fear and tension. They instinctively huddled together, afraid of becoming one of the five unlucky ones.

Some people couldn't help but steal glances at Lu Jiuge, their eyes filled with a hint of schadenfreude.

Everyone knew perfectly well that there was a place in Class F that was destined for him.

Zhu Zhixiu's gaze fell on Lu Jiuge without making a sound, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He picked up the microphone and continued:

"The class assignments will be determined by a comprehensive evaluation from the program's judges, production team, and representatives from the talent agencies, ensuring an absolutely fair and impartial result."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jiuge sneered inwardly.

Fairness and justice?

That's a lie.

Lu Jiuge sneered. She knew without a doubt that her name would appear on the F class roster.

However, this is also good. Without camera interference and resource competition, he can focus more on provoking other players and absorbing as much negative faith value as possible.

He glanced at the restless crowd and pondered to himself:

I wonder who else will accompany me into this so-called "discarded children's class".

Just as Lu Jiuge had expected, in the lounge area in the corner of the hall, several directors and producers sat together, talking in hushed tones, their conversation always revolving around Lu Jiuge.

"The president's meaning is very clear: Lu Jiuge must be admitted to Class F, and she must stay in Class F."

"No matter how well he performs in the evaluation, the score will be lowered to the lowest possible level, and the reasons will be 'improper attitude,' 'suspected plagiarism,' and 'audience rejection.'"

"The camera focused more on him being targeted, getting angry, and other negative footage."

"But what about the other four contestants who were assigned to Class F?"

The director gave a sinister sneer:

"Well, consider this an opportunity for you to settle accounts."

"If any talent agency doesn't give us face, we'll send their trainees in!"

"With President Li backing us up, even if the sky falls, we won't have to shoulder the burden!"

Upon hearing the director's words, the others' eyes lit up, and they secretly began to consider who to send to Group F.

……

The level assessment will begin soon.

The trainees took turns performing on stage according to their number tags, singing, dancing, and rapping. Everyone gave it their all, hoping to achieve a good result.

The names of Class A and Class B kept appearing on the screen, eliciting gasps from the audience.

Some were happy, some were sad, and the atmosphere was pushed to one climax after another.

Throughout the entire process, not a single person looked at Lu Jiuge.

He was like a transparent person, completely forgotten in the corner of the hall. When the camera panned across him, it was only a fleeting glance, not even a close-up for a second.

Following Zhu Zhixiu's instructions, the staff did everything they could to ignore, isolate, and downplay him.

Finally, all the trainees have completed their evaluations.

The final class assignment results began to scroll on the LED display screen.

Everyone craned their necks, anxiously searching for their names, their hearts pounding.

Surprisingly, the production team did not start by dividing the classes into groups A, but instead announced the list of group F first.

On the display screen, the names of the contestants in Group F appeared one by one.

The first one in line was Lu Jiuge.

A suppressed burst of laughter instantly erupted around them.

"It was him! I knew he'd be in Class F!"

"Plagiarists deserve to stay at the bottom of the social ladder, they deserve it!"

"The outcast of Class F, get ready to be ridiculed by the entire internet!"

Mocking and gloating voices swept towards Lu Jiuge once again.

Countless gazes, filled with disdain and mockery, fell upon him, as if trying to pierce him.

Park Jae-hwan stood not far away, staring at the name on the screen, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Class F.

This is what happens when you offend President Li!

Everyone was waiting to see Lu Jiuge become angry and break down, waiting to see him turn pale and feel utterly ashamed.

But the next second, the smile on Park Jae-hwan's face suddenly froze.