Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 197 - 158. She and Her Script

Chapter 197: 158. She and Her Script

Nanhu University, Music and Dance College.

"What? Buying a sports car?!"

"Porsche?!"

In the practice room, Jiang Yu tried to keep her voice and tone within normal limits, but her big eyes still bulged to their limits.

"Keep it down!"

As Mou Keyan poked around Jiang Yu’s deep teal training outfit around her waist and abdomen, indicating the position of the muscle groups, she extended a finger to her lips.

"I mean, sis, you..."

Jiang Yu seemed to feel that her own tone was a bit awkward, she pursed her lips and smiled, narrowing her eyes as she spoke softly.

"It’s just that I can’t imagine, last semester we were still eating in the cafeteria together, and now you..."

The two had just danced for half an hour. Mou Keyan swept her thick curly hair back with her palms, trying to dispel the lingering scent of sweat from her temples.

After seeing her roommate’s reaction, she smiled and said, "Of course, mainly because the boss favors me a lot."

"And I’ve worked hard, okay? Look at this dance, isn’t it hard to master?"

"That’s true."

Jiang Yu nodded, puzzled.

"Why can’t I produce that flavor when I dance?"

"When you’re in front of the camera, your rectus abdominis, internal obliques, and external obliques all need to feel tense and controllable, remember, it’s not about flexibility but tension. That way, when you’re doing curl-ups and folding motions, you’ll have enough strength to tense up your waist completely, and that’s how the lines will show."

Mou Keyan’s fingertips glided over Jiang Yu’s body, as her other hand remained behind her back, slightly bent over.

"I’ve seen your live stream, oh my... how should I put this, we’re on different paths, and you don’t necessarily have to learn from me."

The big streamer Fairy Miao playfully mimicked her roommate’s coquettish voice from her live streams, laughing so hard she doubled over.

Below the tight practice clothes, her budding girlish chest was accentuated by her exaggerated movements, making it appear even more perky.

"Shut up, will you?!"

Jiang Yu’s face flushed red. Seeing her mischievous look and laughing so sweetly, she also joined in with giggling softly.

Before she knew it, she couldn’t help but slap Mou Keyan’s tight-clad, uplifted rear with a mock scold, laughing and saying,

"I can’t learn this, who could get a figure like yours!"

"Who knows how it grew, seems like it got even bigger~"

Her gentle palm touched the curvature of those buttocks, which jiggled like jelly. Jiang Yu insisted she had no lesbian tendencies but still found herself inwardly swayed.

Ever since she had tried live streaming on the neighboring platform Douyu, she had been diligently cultivating her own stream.

Telling jokes, dancing, singing...

Although her audience was still sparse compared to Mou Keyan’s, she treated it as an important endeavor.

"Alright alright, Xiao Jiang, one day you’ll make it too~"

Mou Keyan reached an arm over, heedlessly winding around her neck like a dormitory roommate sharing heartfelt words, encouraging Jiang Yu.

"How’s it going with that BMW-driving junior recently?"

"... It’s okay."

Jiang Yu felt warmth in her heart as she heard her bless her personal affairs.

"Let’s go, time for a shower and change of clothes, accompany me to the 4S shop."

"Mmm-hmm."

But as she looked at the laughing dance beauty in front of her, with beads of sweat glistening on her nose, especially when she fluttered her curling eyelashes, Jiang Yu felt a faint sourness in her nose.

The Mou Keyan in front of her, somehow didn’t seem like Mou Keyan.

Her features were transforming, morphing into another self, another Jiang Yu.

It was as if she had accidentally picked up another script on the stage of life.

Worries and past memories mixed together, flooding Jiang Yu’s mind.

Athletes and dancers alike, the rigorous demands for talent were beyond the imagination of ordinary audiences.

Young girls like Jiang Yu and Mou Keyan might have started training in the basics from a young age, standing out at ten, becoming the focus of attention, and by growing a bit older, they generally could set their path.

As for the special admissions at a few top dance academies, they were even more like stars surrounded by the moon, living in a special world incomprehensible to ordinary people.

But in the various tutoring centers and art schools spread across China, there were more stories about kids like Jiang Yu.

Before reaching school age, they were deemed exceptionally talented by parents or teachers and then set on this path.

But after years of grinding training, each improvement in professional skill would reveal more and more gifted peers around them.

Jiang Yu believed that being accepted to the same university as Mou Keyan as an art student, the two of them ought to be quite similar.

Perhaps there was a 1% gap in talent, looks, or figure.

Of course, that 1% difference was indeed insurmountable.

But it wasn’t until that day that her and Mou Keyan’s life scripts, at least, seemed similar.

But life is just like that.

Perhaps it was just that 1% or even 0.1% difference in talent, looks, figure, or even perhaps just a bit of luck and circumstance.

Mou Keyan had embarked on the road to fame.

She had even participated in Douyu Carnival, walking the same red carpet as big stars, holding hands with the most popular entrepreneurial rising star in school, speaking eloquently in front of most of Jiang City’s media.

While Jiang Yu, she was still dating ordinary university boys, maintaining a live broadcast room with barely a hundred followers.

From the moment Mou Keyan signed with Golden Stone, their life scripts had changed.

After that, she couldn’t think of anything that could put her side by side with today’s Mou Keyan.

Of course, Jiang Yu could also try to convince herself.

She was still very young, life held many possibilities, and if she earnestly continued with live broadcasting, maybe one day she too could afford Cartier.

Perhaps one day, she could meet a well-off civil servant among her top followers, someone who could afford a big house in Jiang City.

Someone who could cherish her, not indulge in wild nightlife, and could peacefully build a cozy and happy home with her.

Maybe she still had many possibilities, many happinesses, many joys, many comforts...

But Jiang Yu also knew.

If she continued to waste time with her current boyfriend, then the more she used these adjectives to comfort and encourage herself.

These "cozy," "happy," "joyful," "content," "comfortable"...

They all meant the same thing: "mundane."

And those adjectives she had truly aspired to.

"Glorious," "thrilling," "successful," "noble," "prestigious," "incredible," "in the spotlight," and even "endless possibilities..." "the ecstasy of breaking through everything..."

They occurred less and less frequently in her mind.

All of this might better belong to the sweaty roommate before her.

That was her script.

This was my script.

On the road of life, we each play our part.

"Good afternoon to both of you, welcome to the Light Valley Porsche 4S store."

Jiang Yu couldn’t help but rub her eyes.