Chapter 50: Inviting Yang Mengke to Apply as a Host at CCTV

After finishing the recording, Su Bai bid farewell to Yu Lan and Yang Liuqing, just about to leave with Yang Mengke.

“Wait, you two, hold on a moment!”

Su Bai turned back at Yang Liuqing, who had called out to them, wondering what she wanted.

Yang Liuqing leaned over and whispered to Yu Lan, “Isn't there a new program at the station, ‘Scrolls of Art,’ looking for a host these days?”

“What do you think of Su Bai’s younger sister?”

“I think she has the right temperament, and her presence and appearance are more than adequate!”

With Yang Liuqing’s suggestion, Yu Lan looked at Yang Mengke with a newfound light in her eyes.

She’d spent the past few years behind the scenes and realized she’d lost a little of her sharpness.

From the very first moment she saw Yang Mengke, she’d felt an inexplicable fondness for the girl—a touch of ethereal grace, untouched by the mundane world.

Yu Lan thought it was a pity for her to remain quietly by Su Bai’s side, unacknowledged.

But she hadn’t been able to figure out what role would suit Yang Mengke.

With Yang Liuqing’s reminder, clarity dawned.

‘Scrolls of Art’ aimed to create a poetic, dreamlike scene. The entire show was to be recorded in period costume, requiring a female host with a spiritual, fairy-like aura, and a male host with a scholarly air.

Among the station’s rookies, there were a few men who could pass for scholars. But finding a host with that delicate, ethereal quality had proved elusive.

Now, seeing Yang Mengke, they felt hope.

Yu Lan turned to Yang Mengke. “Mengke, if it weren’t for your Sister Qing’s reminder, I would have forgotten entirely!”

“Our station has a new program forming, and we are in need of a female host.”

“Both Sister Qing and I agree that you fit the bill perfectly.”

“Would you be interested in trying out?”

The possibility of becoming a host at the national station immediately sparked a hopeful light in Yang Mengke’s eyes.

Before, just being interviewed by the station had been enough to fill her with satisfaction.

To actually become a host—what could be better?

She was about to accept gladly, but suddenly wondered if this would disrupt her brother’s plans.

A trace of disappointment flickered in her eyes as she glanced at her brother, about to decline.

But then Su Bai spoke, “Mengke, isn’t this your dream? This is an opportunity for you—you must cherish it!”

Yang Mengke was surprised her brother would agree, and looked at him, moved. “But, brother…”

Su Bai shook his head, gentle as ever. “Silly girl, just focus on what you’re meant to do. There’s no need to worry about anything else.”

“Leave the rest to me.”

Yang Mengke was instantly overwhelmed by emotion, her eyes reddening with unshed tears.

“Brother, meeting you is my greatest fortune!”

Witnessing this sudden scene, Yang Liuqing and Yu Lan exchanged glances, each catching a note of surprise in the other’s eyes.

Wasn’t this a good thing? Why had it turned into tears?

As they parted ways, Yang Liuqing said with a cheerful grin, “Now I’m even more certain of my instincts.”

“Your ‘crying scene’ is wonderfully lively!”

“Have you made up your mind?”

“If you’re sure, I’ll take you to sign up right now!”

“Then you just wait for the interview notice.”

Su Bai gave Yang Mengke another encouraging nod.

“I’m willing, I’m very willing!” Yang Mengke answered, excitement trembling in her voice.

Watching Yang Mengke leave with Yang Liuqing, Su Bai felt a strange, indescribable sensation—something bittersweet, neither wholly sweet nor wholly bitter.

“It seems Yang Liuqing truly appreciates her. You know, with Yang Liuqing personally bringing her to sign up, her chance of passing the interview goes up by at least twenty percent!”

Su Bai looked at Yu Lan in some surprise.

But soon he understood. As the station’s most celebrated anchor, Yang Liuqing’s every move set the trend.

To reach her position required exceptional discernment.

For her to personally escort a newcomer spoke volumes about her admiration.

For no other reason than Yang Liuqing’s indirect recommendation, this newcomer deserved another chance.

It gave Yang Liuqing face, without costing anyone anything. No interviewer would be foolish enough to ignore that.

The application line for the ‘Scrolls of Art’ host position was endless.

Most were young people from local stations with rich experience, or fresh graduates from the Communication University hoping to take a chance.

The scene was filled with attractive young men and women—after all, appearance was the most basic requirement for a host.

Everyone was buzzing in low voices about who might be chosen.

Suddenly, the previously bustling crowd fell utterly silent.

For Yang Liuqing had just emerged from the elevator.

Instantly, everyone straightened their clothes and posture, standing tall and poised.

Many were thrilled, as this was their first time seeing Yang Liuqing in person.

For those in the industry or studying for it, Yang Liuqing was an idol—the very ceiling of what they aspired to.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Yang!”

“Hello, Ms. Yang!”

Greetings echoed from both sides as everyone hoped to leave a good impression.

“No need to be nervous, everyone. I’m here to sign up as well!”

“Of course, not for myself, but for the student behind me, Yang Mengke!”

“Who knows, you might be classmates soon.”

She referred to the short group training after the preliminary selection. After a period of training and several rounds of further interviews, only then would the final candidates be chosen.

Here, ‘classmates’ meant those sharing that brief training period.

Everyone was curious—what kind of person could win such favor from Yang Liuqing that she would personally escort her to sign up?

Was it a relative, perhaps? After all, they shared a surname.

As curiosity mounted, Yang Mengke stepped into view.

In that instant, countless people stood frozen.

Especially the male host candidates—each one was stunned.

They had seen many beautiful girls in this industry—if there was one thing it never lacked, it was girls who were beautiful, graceful, and charming.

But never had they seen a girl with such an ethereal presence.

It was as if she had stepped right out of a painting.

Every frown or smile was poetry, every gesture a melody of birds and flowers.

Suddenly, everyone realized—what was the theme of this program? ‘Scrolls of Art.’

And this girl before them seemed born for it.

Many of the women present felt a jolt of awe, soon mixed with deep jealousy.

Why should she be so beautiful?

Why should she have such presence?

Why should she have both, and also come with Ms. Yang’s personal recommendation?

Why should she have all those advantages?

With her here, what chance did anyone else have?