After a while, she spoke in a faint tone, "Going to college or not, getting the grind or not, have nothing to do with each other. The fact that you’re here signifies you’re already lucky, but there are many who don’t even have the chance to strive for their dreams."

You love to sing and dance, so you’re willing to make the effort. You have the time, the money, and the opportunity.

Yet many people in this world can only bury their passionate desires deep inside their hearts, because passion does not equate to a meal.

So Lucy Taylor is pretty lucky.

Her family is well-off, choosing to be a trainee was her own dream. Even if she fails in the end, her family does not need her to make money. She can still enjoy her life, regardless.

When Hannah finished saying this, everyone turned to look at her, most of them with accusatory glances.

But mindful of the cameras, they couldn’t directly rebut her, only saying, "Hannah, Lucy is already crying out of sorrow, you should console her. You’ve never been a trainee so you don’t understand how tough it is, please show her some understanding."

Hannah flipped through her book nonchalantly, glancing at the girl who had spoken, and asked in a confused tone, "Aren’t you a trainee too?"

The girl was taken aback, after a few seconds she replied, "Yes... I am."

Hannah smirked, pressing further, "So, how long have you been training?"

"Almost four years..." The girl’s voice was somewhat faint.

She was merely a trainee from a small company, she didn’t possess Hannah’s beauty, or the backing of a giant corporation like Lucy, so she could only rely on herself.

It seemed like Hannah knew this, she glanced at the nametag and company sticker on the girl’s clothes, "You’ve trained for four years, your company probably isn’t all that great, why aren’t you crying then?"

Clearly their lives were tougher than others, so why should they console others now?

The girl choked up. The hand that was resting on Lucy’s shoulder gradually fell, she hung her head, silently returning to her seat.

The few who were initially eager to chastise Hannah with the girl, fell silent as well.

Lucy was the most fortunate among them, and they had heard that Flourishing had already secured her debut.

So, Lucy was indeed luckier than most people here.

She really had nothing to cry about.

Lucy’s eyes remained red-rimmed. At this moment, she felt infinitely embarrassed. Whether she cried or not, it was inappropriate. All she could do was vow silently to herself that she would get revenge on Hannah when she got a chance.

The joint celebration was supposed to be a cheerful time, but after Hannah’s words, everyone started to silently lament the unfairness of the era.

Why did some look like they just naturally had a smooth path in life?

There are others who worked ten or even a hundred times harder, but didn’t get one-tenth or one-thousandth of the rewards.

Just like Lucy Taylor.

*

At midnight, the previously bustling dormitory grew quiet.

They had to appear on camera the next morning, so everyone wanted to show their best face.

There was the sound of muted footsteps echoing in the silent corridor.

The footfall finally stopped at the restroom at the end of the corridor.

Open door, close door, then lock again.

Hannah stood in front of the sink, diligently washing her hands. She turned off the tap and look up into the mirror, her eyes still beautiful, without giving a glance towards the person who came in.

The restroom was entirely quiet, the doors of the cubicles were half-open, occasionally, the sound of dripping water could be heard, echoing eerily in the confined space.