This Bad Luck is Awesome!

After a few years of grinding it out, their salary might rise to over ten thousand a month.

In exchange, they’d have to continue practicing day in and day out, accumulating more and more injuries.

Even so, everyone was still fighting tooth and nail to get in.

But how many people could the Modu Grand Theater possibly hire in a year?

If you couldn’t get in, you could only go to theaters in other cities, but the pay was nowhere near as good as in Modu.

Or you could go back to your hometown to be a dance teacher and open a training studio.

Or become a dancer at various tourist attractions, performing for visitors.

These were the real career paths her senior sisters took after graduation.

Among them were even former campus belles, pursued by countless admirers back in school.

But after graduation, the title of "campus belle" doesn’t grant you any special advantages.

She didn’t want to follow a path where she could already see the end from the very beginning.

Later, she learned from a department belle, one of her senior sisters, that many of the beautiful upperclassmen had found rich second-generation heirs or wealthy men.

However, as far as she knew, none of those senior sisters ended up marrying them.

They were all just kept on the side as obedient canaries.

After all, wealthy men and their heirs wouldn’t marry a woman who only had a pretty face and nothing else to offer, someone who couldn’t help them in any way.

She never expected to marry a rich man either.

But even being kept as a Canary, she felt it was far better than joining a dance troupe as a dancer earning a few thousand to ten thousand a month.

At least she could enjoy a life of luxury.

Most importantly, she wouldn’t have to dance anymore.

So, starting in her junior year, her goals changed.

Besides, she felt her looks and figure were far superior to those of her senior sisters.

Even if she were to be a Canary, her owner had to be more exceptional than the men her senior sisters had found.

Hearing her words, Chen Mo nodded in agreement.

He had heard before that it was difficult for dance students to find jobs.

And because of the high-intensity training, many of them suffered from injuries.

Some were even permanently disabled.

It was an occupational hazard.

"Then why were you pooling money for a room to take photos?"

Chen Mo recalled her splitting the cost of a presidential suite at the hotel and asked curiously.

"A senior sister taught me. You have to craft a persona. Use a carefully constructed fake socialite identity and beautiful photos to attract the attention of people in a higher social circle."

"You can’t meet people from that circle at school. If you can’t get close to them, you can’t make a connection."

Shen Qingying held nothing back with Chen Mo. Whatever he wanted to know, she told him with complete honesty.

From her junior year, she understood the importance of crafting a persona, so she didn’t just build one online.

She also became more mindful of her reputation and image at school, paying extra attention to keeping her distance from male students.

She knew that dance students didn’t have the best reputation, so she had to protect hers even more carefully. That would make her seem more precious.

"And then, after I finally scraped together enough money to split a room at the Carlton, I ran into you when I went to check in."

"Actually, I waited for you at the hotel all day, but I only found out later that you had gone up from the underground garage."

She lightly covered her mouth, smiling as she told Chen Mo something he hadn’t known.

"Oh?"

Chen Mo glanced at her in surprise. He really hadn’t known about that.

That day, he had been busy dealing with Pan Kejia and experiencing the "big surprise" she had in store for him.

But it also showed how determined she was to seize an opportunity.

Before long, Chen Mo drove to the Modu Dance Academy.

Shen Qingying led him onto the campus, then suggested she go buy some water at the supermarket, leaving him to wander around the school by himself.

Chen Mo smiled. He knew what Shen Qingying was up to.

He wandered casually around the dance academy and noticed that the looks and figures of the female students passing by were indeed a cut above those at regular universities.

After all, many of these academies have height requirements for applicants during admissions.

Most schools require female students to be at least 165 cm tall, and some even require a minimum of 170 cm.

Once the height requirement is met, they also look at your face.

Although dance is primarily about movement, anything presented visually is judged by appearance.

The male students were all quite tall and rather handsome as well.

Chen Mo saw a few female students gathered together up ahead and was about to walk over and chat with them.

’The guys would definitely praise Shen Qingying.’

’But the girls might have something different to say.’

But just as he got close, he overheard them talking.

And as it happened, they were talking about Shen Qingying.

"Hey, I heard someone just saw Senior Sister Qingying coming back to school in some Brother Fu’s supercar."

One of the girls seemed to have seen a message in a group chat and couldn’t help but start gossiping with her friends.

"For real? But doesn’t everyone say she’s into girls?"

Hearing this, the other girls were instantly stunned and couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

Chen Mo, who was walking by, froze for a moment when he heard them.

Then, he shook his head and let out a chuckle, unable to hold back his amusement.

’So this is the persona she’s built for herself at school?’

’That’s "clean," all right.’