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Her acting teacher, who didn't look pleasantly at her before, was now very caring towards her.

In class, the teacher would open up the points and explain it fully lest she didn't understand. When Xia Ling's acting was too appalling, she never criticized her and would only encourage her, telling her she had "improved" and was "much better than last time". She was completely like a kind loving mother. However, what followed was the progress of the whole class being dragged down by her alone.

When Xia Ling passed by the locker room, she heard two trainees complaining softly. "Xia Ling? Who is she, she's just relying on the Chairman to support her. What does it matter if she can't act well, she'll still have the Chairman to raise her, but what about us? Our progress has been dragged down by her. If this goes on, when we will be able to debut?"

"Exactly. How are those of us going to the acting industry supposed to live?"