A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Luo Shimiao dragged her tired body to the company.
Before the rooster crowed in the morning, I received a call from Sister Min, asking her to come to the company at eight o'clock.
He sat casually on the sofa, staring blankly at Luo Min as she walked in.
Luo Min looked at the way the woman was sitting, clicked her tongue, and said with disdain, "How can there be such a sleazy female celebrity as you?"
The girl, who had been expressionless just moments before, suddenly adopted a murderous look: "You called me here so early, unless it's something important, you have to buy me 10 Psyducks, otherwise, hmph!"
Luo Min pinched the puffed-up, fair cheek and said with a smile, "Look at you, so pathetic."
"Here, sign your name."
A contract was placed on the table.
"I've arranged a variety show for you."
"This is a lifestyle variety show called 'Love Life', which consists of six guests. To put it simply, it's about throwing you into the mountains and leaving you to fend for yourself. It will air for five days."
Luo Shimiao wrinkled her nose, and a thin mist welled up in her eyes: "Sister Min, don't you love me anymore? Why are you talking to me about this kind of variety show? Waaaaah~"
“........”
"Stop pretending, look at the contract." Luo Min wasn't buying it.
"Oh." Luo Shimiao immediately composed herself.
Seeing the girl whose expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, Luo Min rolled her eyes.
Luo Shimiao picked up the contract and glanced at it. He sat up straight, his eyes lighting up with interest: "Live broadcast? This format is quite interesting. There are very few variety shows broadcast live in China."
Luo Min crossed her arms and looked down at Luo Shimiao: "So, are you going to answer or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes." He grabbed a pen, signed his name with a flourish, and said, "If I don't work, I won't have anything to eat; we're almost starving."
He pushed the contract forward a bit, looked up at Luo Min, and asked timidly, "Sister Min, what's the payment for this role...?"
“30,000, after deducting taxes and the company’s cut, you’ll probably have a little over 10,000 left.”
"Only a little over ten thousand?" She pouted, thinking how difficult it was to make money.
Luo Min rolled up the contract and patted Luo Shimiao on the head: "You're lucky to have any work to do, and you still complain that it's not enough."
"No, no, not at all." He immediately put on a smiling face, looking extremely obsequious.
"Go back and get ready, your flight is at eight o'clock tonight." After saying that, he left Luo Shimiao with a cool back view.
At 8 p.m., Luo Shimiao's flight took off on time at Kyoto Airport.
At 11:18, the plane landed at Yunshi Airport. Luo Shimiao, carrying her luggage, got into the vehicle arranged by the production team and headed to her hotel.
After arriving at the hotel, I took a shower, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
The next day, at exactly six o'clock in the morning, the door opened with a beep.
The photographer quietly turned on the light, carried the camera, and tiptoed toward the large bed in the middle of the room.
A small bulge appeared in the center of the bed.
The photographer clutched the corner of the blanket, a delighted expression on his face; the mission was going very smoothly.
The smile froze on his face the next second. The person who had been lying motionless on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the next second the photographer was plunged into darkness.
Luo Shimiao covered the person who had sneaked into the room with the blanket, and attacked with both hands and feet at the same time, shouting: "Pervert, pervert!"
"ah...."
A series of pitiful screams came from under the covers.
"I'm a photographer, not a pervert."
"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him."
Luo Shimiao's clenched fist paused. Photographer?
Live stream chat:
—【Who is this? So fierce, daring to hit a staff member.】
—【The camera moved too fast, I didn't see it clearly.】
—[It seems the production team didn't tell the guests; they were going to surprise them.]
—【I know who she is, I just got a screenshot, it's Luo Shimiao!】
—【Luo Shimiao? That celebrity with countless scandals, how dare the production team invite someone like that? Is there no one else in the entertainment industry?】
— [Maybe they'll follow the old trick and bring their own bed to the set.]
In the official live stream room, the chat was buzzing with comments and discussions.
Luo Shimiao had no idea about any of this; the staff had taken away his phone before he went to bed last night.
The program is broadcast live and the guest list is not made public. Apart from the production team, no one knows who the guests are.
Luo Shimiao pulled the photographer up and said unhappily, "Didn't we agree to meet downstairs at seven o'clock? It's only six now. You sneaked in like a thief. Who else should I hit if not you?"
Seeing Luo Shimiao's fierce expression, the photographer swallowed hard and dared not utter a sound.
Remembering the purpose of his visit, he endured the pain, straightened the camera, and filmed Luo Shimiao's face.
Seeing the photographer's actions, I immediately understood the production team's intention: they wanted to film the female celebrity without makeup, so they staged a surprise attack.
I wanted to take a picture, but she wouldn't let me. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom.
The photographer wanted to go inside and take more pictures, but the door slammed shut, cutting him off from the view inside.
Photographer: "This person's morning grumpiness is terrifying!"
Half an hour later, Luo Shimiao, dressed neatly, came out of the restroom with light makeup on her face and her beautiful long hair tied back.
She was tall and slender with skin as smooth as jade. Her almond-shaped eyes were sparkling and beautiful, like a peony bud about to bloom. She was beautiful without being gaudy and gorgeous without being vulgar.
The photographer was stunned by Luo Shimiao's beauty, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes wide with amazement.
Wipe your drool.
The photographer snapped out of his daze, reached up and touched the corner of his mouth; it was dry, there was nothing there.
A mischievous glint flashed in Luo Shimiao's eyes: "Let's go."
With half an hour to go before 7 o'clock, Luo Shimiao finished her breakfast in ten minutes.
After finishing her meal and going downstairs, she thought there would be other guests coming down, but when she arrived at the meeting point, she was the only one there; she was the first guest to arrive.
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