Rebirth of a Fashionista: This Life Is Soo Last Season

Rebirth of a Fashionista: This Life Is Soo Last Season Chapter 23

The viewers watching Sheng Jiaoyang’s every move started laughing at her, saying that her behaviour was hateful.

From the very beginning, Sheng Jiaoyang had never thought of ingratiating herself with them anyway. If they were pleasing to her eye, she would get along peacefully with them, allowing them to live together in harmony. But, if they dared to provoke her and think that she would tolerate being bullied, then that would be a big mistake.

There were only two people in her life who’d previously bullied her that she hadn’t retaliated against. One was that bitch; her Stepmother who acted like a white lotus, and the other was the great Demon King; Shen Zhining.

She hadn’t had a chance to deal with the former, and the latter, she didn’t dare do anything to.

As for other people, they wouldn’t know where to cry after she was finished with them!

Sheng Jiaoyang was utterly unconcerned regarding the difficulties the other contestants might pose for her, as she was already accustomed to people talking about her behind her back. And, apart from the dressing rooms and bathrooms, cameras were installed throughout the villa.

However, even though she had a bunch of haters, not everyone disliked her.

At least, the people who got to taste her cocktail didn’t think that her actions were too arrogant. They instead felt that her lack of facial expressions was incredibly charming.

As he drank the delicious cocktail, Zhou Yiyan silently praised his decision to give her the exemption ticket during the interviews. As he’d expected, his intuition was right. This girl would greatly surprise everyone.

The first person who took up the challenge to mix themselves a drink failed. The colour of the cocktail was muddy, and no one would volunteer to try it. So, after such a spectacular fail, none of the contestants dared to attempt to concoct a cocktail.

No one wanted to be the next contestant to embarrass themselves.

Not long after that, the bar became empty as the contestants returned to the other side of the counter. Then, once it was free of contestants, Sheng Jiaoyang sneered and slowly walked back behind the bar. There, she started cleaning the used utensils and rubbing everything clean with a towel before making herself a Bloody Mary under everyone’s curious gaze.

Scrutinising her every move they watched as she mixed the drink, moving neither too slow nor too fast. And, since everything she did was clearly arranged before everyone’s eyes, it resulted in a few of the contestants memorising the steps to take in making the drink, and they became eager to try making their own.

This time though, once the drink was complete, there was no cheer from Sheng Jiaoyang; she had absolutely no intention of celebrating with the other contestants. So, grabbing her drink, she directly went to the piano room on the top floor of the villa.

Sheng Jiaoyang didn’t know who’d rented this villa, but everything the contestants could ever need was stashed away for their convenience. There was plenty to eat and drink, multiple forms of entertainment, and unexpectedly, on the top floor, there was a piano room with wide windows that faced the sea.

That’s right; this villa was facing the sea! Well, that was definitely a feature that you couldn’t forget to mention. And on top of that, just a few steps from their back door there was a gorgeous beach!

Because Zhuo Yiyan was still present, most of the contestants were on the first floor, while a few of those who were tired were resting in the bedrooms on the second floor. As a result, there was no one in the third floor piano room.

As soon as the door was opened, the sensor light in the room immediately flicked on, revealing the space before Sheng Jiaoyang’s eyes. Scanning the room, she found that it was spacious; containing only a decorative potted plant and a piano that was placed in front of large French windows.

Sheng Jiaoyang slowly entered the room, gently holding the wine glass between her fingers. Her left hand caressed the cover on the piano as she moved closer. It could be seen that this place had been cleaned up before they’d arrived, as not even a speck of dust remained on the cover. Her fingers lightly tapped on the cover a few times, but she refused to remove it. Instead, she turned and leaned her back against the piano, then looked out of the window.

The sun outside had already set, dimming the sky and hiding the sea in a veil of darkness. The only thing visible was her figure reflected on the window’s glass.

Although she’d been living as Xu Jiaojiao for several days now, she still felt slightly uncomfortable whenever she saw her current body; it was like she was watching another person.

Sheng Jiaoyang lowered her eyes, then pressed her lips against the wine glass and took a sip of the cocktail; the bright colour of the drink moistening her pale lips. Only moments before she’d acted like an arrogant woman, capturing the hostility of the other contestants. But now, when she was separated from the crowd, her body emitted an aura of loneliness.

The perfect life that she’d lived only months ago now seemed so distant. Yet, even with such a drastic change to her predicament, she was unconcerned about her future and was only worried about those who’d really cared about her. So, in the last two days, her heart had been full of contradictions. She was eager to reveal her identity to those who’d been closest to her, yet she was afraid that they wouldn’t believe her. Currently, the money she had in her possession was enough to help her contact them, but she would hesitate every time the thought appeared in her mind, and she would falter like a coward. She was utterly confused on what her next move should be.

“Why are you hiding up here?” A voice interrupted the peaceful atmosphere in the piano room.

When Sheng Jiaoyang turned around, she saw that Zhuo Yiyan had entered the room. Almost instantly, her face became expressionless.

“Is there a rule saying that I can’t be in here?”

Zhuo Yiyan only chuckled. “I forgot to tell you earlier that the cocktail you made was exceptional.”

“Ohh,” Sheng Jiaoyang responded lazily, her expression neutral.

Ever since he’d become famous, Zhuo Yiyan had never yet met a girl who treated him with such indifference; the novelty of it felt rather odd. Walking forward, he lifted his hand and tapped his fingers on the lid of the piano, then curiously asked, “I remember that during the interviews you mentioned that your family was poor. So, can you tell me where you learnt to mix drinks?”

Upon hearing that, Sheng Jiaoyang raised her eyes and looked at Zhuo Yiyan with a pondering gaze before asking him, “If I said that I learnt how to mix drinks in a dream, would you believe me?”

“Do you believe that’s what happened?” Zhuo Yiyan asked, avoiding answering her question.

Sheng Jiaoyang snickered.

“If even you don’t believe your story, do you think that I’ll believe it?”

“Whether you believe me or not has nothing to do with me, as these are all things that I learnt how to do myself. I didn’t steal or lie, and I don’t need to explain myself to anyone,” Sheng Jiaoyang’s brows arched slightly as she responded.

When he heard such a self-assured statement, Zhuo Yiyan laughed and switched topics. “Tomorrow you’ll begin the first round of training. How are you feeling? Do you feel confident that you’ll be able to manage?”

“Of course!” Sheng Jiaoyang answered straightforwardly and raised her chin.

There were no words for retreat in Eldest Miss Sheng’s dictionary, and what she liked most in life was facing challenges head-on. Life could only be truly magnificent when it was full of difficulties, isn’t that so?

“Since you seem to be filled with confidence, then that’s good. You-“

“Sorry! I didn’t disturb you two, right?” A voice suddenly interrupted Zhuo Yiyan.