Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Speaking of good luck, being the first in line, but you could also say bad luck. To draw Bo Yimo out of four male guests—a one-in-four chance—is not easy at all.

Tong Yan walked into a little room, in the middle of which was a lottery drum with four slips inside.

Sitting in the corner, Director Wang spoke up, ”Now it’s time to draw. Whoever you pick will be your husband for a while.”

Looking at Tong Yan as the guest, Director Wang had high hopes for this show.

Little Fatty isn’t just anybody. He always encounters amazing things. To draw Young Master Mo from a one-in-four chance is no big deal for the remarkable Little Fatty.

Director Wang had inexplicable confidence in Tong Yan!

Under the watchful eyes of numerous cameras and staff, Tong Yan began to draw.

Bo Si’s thoughts were clear to Tong Yan.

Isn’t it just trying to keep her away from the movie star, to make way for herself?

╮(╯▽╰)╭, would she let Miss Bo have her way? Obviously not.

So, under all eyes, Tong Yan took out all four slips, scanned them, found the one with Bo Yimo, and put it back.

Then she seriously told everyone, ”Could we cut out that scene just now and start again?”

Everyone present: ...

Everyone’s expression was like this, (⊙ o ⊙) ah!

Isn’t this cheating a bit too much?

They were still there; is it really okay to be so blatant?

Director Wang wanted to say something but didn’t know what, feeling amused but also thinking it wouldn’t be right to laugh, so he remained silent.

With the director silent, others dared not speak.

Everyone watched as Tong Yan walked out, shortly coming back in, looking calm as if it were her first time entering.

Seeing her draw the slip with Bo Yimo’s name on it accurately, with a face full of delight, she showed it to the camera for all the viewers to see.

”To actually draw Yimo, amazing, so lucky.”

Okay, okay, whatever you say is good; whatever you say is right.

The crew was already numbed, dear, could you be any more fake?

Nothing more they could say, they couldn’t.

Fake, so fake you can’t even compete.

Someone might ask why not shuffle the slips so Little Fatty wouldn’t succeed. Hehehe, I can only say too naive—if it doesn’t succeed, today won’t end.

So might as well let her have her way early.

Having worked together for a while, don’t they understand Little Fatty?

Everyone was at a loss for words; they could only wonder why bother with drawing if it’s so fake?

Tong Yan strutted out lightly.

Many people held their position for a long time, exchanging looks, and finally asked Director Wang, ”Director Wang, what do we do next?”

What else, just keep filming.

Maybe it was fate, Bo Si was the second to draw.

Bo Si walked in slowly, smiling like a girl, filled with nervousness yet hoping, eyes shining brightly, cherry-like lips soft and pink, paired with a white fluffy princess dress, youthful and sweet, extremely beautiful.

Yes, yes, yes, this is the expression they want, like going on a date with a future boyfriend. This is what they want to capture! Not like the last lady!