The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 722 - 721. Hurry, please invite her in!

She guessed that this door led to the internal offices of the association.

Tang Shu stretched her slender legs forward and strode directly towards the light steel door, her outstanding appearance attracting the gazes of many trainees in the hallway. It was obvious that even with her delicate features well-framed, she was the most outstanding presence in the crowd.

As she pushed the door open and looked around, she saw the sign that read "President’s Office" and took a few steps before a staff member blocked her way.

"Hello, ma’am, this area is for internal association staff, and you can’t come in here."

"I’m here to see someone."

Tang Shu lifted her head, revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes beneath her black cap. Out of courtesy, she pulled down the mask covering her face, and her delicate features immediately dazzled the person opposite her.

The staff member’s breath caught, and after a long while, they came back to their senses, "That... you’re here to see someone? Are you a contestant?"

"No."

"Eh?"

How strange, this girl just came from the contestant’s resting area, yet she’s not a contestant?

Then how did she get in?

Tang Shu shook her head, giving another negative answer, "I’m not a contestant."

"Oh, I see, if you’re not a contestant, you need to wait in the spectator area on the first floor. The competition will start in half an hour; you must have gotten lost, just head down the stairs."

Since she wasn’t a contestant, then she must be an art enthusiast, the staff member thought, probably part of a support group for the competitors, and very dutifully pointed out the way to the spectator area.

However... the next second, he received a piece of information that made him feel like he had entered a fantasy world.

"I’m not a spectator either, I’m one of the judges for the competition, I’m here to find Master Bai."

"..."

The staff member stared at Tang Shu’s delicate features for a good five or six seconds before reacting.

"You, what did you say, you’re a judge?!"

"A judge, and it’s my first time at the association."

"But I recognize all the competition judges, the big competition has been going on for several months now, and there’s only Mr. She who hasn’t shown his face yet..."

Wait a minute, don’t tell me this person in front of me is...?

Tang Shu arched her eyebrows and nodded to confirm.

The staff member’s mouth fell open in sheer astonishment, "!!!"

She’s the elusive Mr. She?

The mysterious big shot Mr. She that has made everyone so curious on the association’s website and throughout the association?!

So young, and so beautiful?!

In this moment, he felt as if his entire world view was shattering!

"You, you, you, do you have any proof that you’re Mr. She?"

Tang Shu stayed silent for a moment, then took out her phone and logged into the association’s official website in front of him, soon turning the screen to face him.

The staff member’s eyes widened involuntarily as he instinctively looked at the top right corner of the website, where the login area displayed the words:

[Welcome, Mr. She]

"Hiss—"

It really was!

Just as the staff member doubted their life choices, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy passed by, catching the words "Mr. She."

"Who are you talking about, has Uncle She arrived? I was just heading down to meet him, where is he, where is he?"

The staff member pointed woodenly at Tang Shu, "Right here."

As the boy took a good look at the young lady in front of him, he blinked slowly and then blinked again.

Tang Shu: "..."

Great, another one has become introverted.

"Hello, are you here to pick me up?"

"Are you really Uncle She?"

"Yes, I am, are you the ’Little Painting Expert’?"

"You really are an uncle!"

If the little boy had had any doubts before, the appearance of the online nickname "Little Housekeeper of Painting" made it impossible for him not to believe now, since not many people knew his nickname.

"Wow—how did you know I was the ’Little Housekeeper of Painting’ without ever seeing me?"

Are all the big shots this pure and refined, with such accurate judgment?

Tang Shu smiled, "You mentioned your age in my live stream before, and later I spoke with Master Bai on the phone."

Although this was the first meeting, by piecing together these pieces of information, she had enough to guess who the little boy was. The person who could appear at the association now and come to pick her up could only be the "Little Housekeeper of Painting" user online.

"Yeah, yeah, it’s me, Uncle She... ah, I mean, Sister, how should I address you?"

Bai Chenxi always felt that the young lady in front of him looked familiar, but couldn’t remember where he had seen her before. He felt there was a name whirling around in his mind, yet he couldn’t seem to blurt it out.

"My name is Tang Shu, you can call me Sister Tang."

Tang Shu... Tang Shu?

Little netizen Bai Chenxi suddenly widened his eyes!

Oh Tang Shu, Tang Shu! The moment her name came up, several fragments in his mind connected instantly.

"You, you, you..."

Tang Shu glanced at the pairs of eyes looking over and interrupted his shock, "Cough, aren’t we supposed to go to the President’s Office to see Master Bai now?"

"Oh right, Sister Tang, please follow me."

Bai Chenxi was practically in a daze leading the way, and even when Tang Shu followed him into the last office at the end of the corridor, he was still lost in the fog.

He felt like he had stumbled upon some incredible information. Who could understand the feeling of watching drama unfold live?

***

President’s Office.

Nine judges gathered together, sitting in the office chairs, sipping tea while discussing the process of this competition.

"According to the schedule, the semifinal is supposed to finish this morning, but isn’t the timing a bit rushed?"

"I think there’s plenty of time. There are only 25 people in the semifinals, and only 25 pieces of work. The workload isn’t large for our ten-person panel."

"But this year’s competition rules are different from previous years, isn’t there an additional live audience voting segment?"

"This..."

Professor Li looked at Master Bai who was leisurely drinking tea across from him and sighed.

This old friend was just too headstrong. In previous years, he was the most obstinate, refusing to accept new things belonging to young people. No one knew what had prompted him this year, but he turned out to be the first to advocate for innovation.

When everyone found out, they were absolutely blinded. Everyone thought they were hallucinating.

"Since it’s the President’s decision, we just have to comply, and I also think our association should change some of its rules."

"I’m a bit anxious, you know; getting old, the mind just can’t keep up—"

"Knock, knock—"

With a knocking sound, everyone turned to look at the door and saw Bai Chenxi had already pushed open a crack, poking his little head inside.

"Grandfather, uncles, and elder gentlemen, Mr. She... Mr. She the judge has arrived."

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the ten people in the room straightened up uniformly, their sharp gazes directed at the gap in the door, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, doubt, and evaluation.

Master Bai, who had been squinting, suddenly brightened his eyes, and his whole being perked up.

"Please, invite her in!"