"The production team wants to find a witness, soone akin to an initiator, and they’re thinking of having topical, popular celebs with huge followings. I’m a bit worried about you..."
Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow slightly, "Worried that I can’t dance?"
Luo Ting suppressed a laugh and nodded.
This young lady was like a hexadecagon warrior, yet of all things, she could not dance.
It was as if her limbs had just t and just been tad.
Indeed, the heavens were fair—while they had bestowed her with everything else, they had uniquely withheld the gift of dance.
"You could consider it; the producers really like you. Shooting a reality show like this while filming in the second half of the year could be quite nice."
"Go for it! Sister Mianmian, don’t think it over, you must do it!!"
Yangyang, looking at the proposal in his hands, suddenly sounded extrely determined.
Ah??
Yangyang excitedly pointed to the list of candidates in the proposal: "100 young hotties!!! Ages between 18-23!!"
The recording would last for 3 months.
That’s way too long!!!
months spent every day facing these handso young n, like choosing a consort.
Yangyang’s mouth corners involuntarily curled upwards, hardly able to suppress his excitent.
months... his eyes would be dazzled!!
"It’s not you going, why are you so excited?"
"I get to admire them one by one."
Luo Ting patted Jiang Mian, "Think it over carefully, this is the country’s first male idol group selection show. It’s sure to be unprecedentedly popular. The opportunity is there; it’s all up to you now."
"If you’re not interested, no problem. There are so other scripts and variety shows you could take a look at."
What she didn’t lack right now was resources.
Jiang Mian’s beautiful eyes held so depth, her red lips slightly pursed, as she took the proposal from Yangyang.
!!!
Jiang Mian rose and headed toward the resting room.
Stamring, Yangyang tried to contain his excitent, "Sister... Sister Ting, does this an she’s willing to take it on?!!"
Luo Ting watched Jiang Mian’s retreating back and shook her head, "Hard to say."
Not to ntion Jiang Mian herself, there was also her husband, a jealous type, at ho. If President Fu didn’t agree, the show might be nixed right away.
And this ancestor was proud; if she really had to dance, burying her alive would be a better option.
Yangyang sighed, "Such a pity, all those n, such a great idol selection show, all younger brothers, too, wuwu."
"What?!! What did you say?!! Say it again, n?! Idol groups?! Young hotties!!!"
"Damn! If you don’t go for it, it’s not just one guy; it’s a hundred, Jiang Mian."
"Hesitating even for a mont is disrespect to those younger brothers. So what are you conflicted about."
Jiang Mian watched Su Lixing getting increasingly excited on the video call, her red lips twitching slightly, "Please, why are you so psyched? If my brother knew how obsessed you are with handso guys, you’d be in danger of not getting out of bed for three days."
"I haven’t seen Lin Chen in so long, long-distance relationships are painful, you know."
Jiang Mian’s lips curled into a smile, "Then hurry up and marry him."
"Don’t change the subject; even if you’re married, it’s not like you see President Fu every day."
Sothing suddenly occurred to Su Lixing, and her lips curled into a mischievous smile, "No, that’s not right; if you two were together every day, you wouldn’t manage."
Huh??
Jiang Mian didn’t imdiately catch Su Lixing’s implication.
Then she heard the next sentence, "You’d get dizzy, either fainting or on the verge of fainting every day."
Jiang Mian was rendered speechless.
Because she had been busy filming, especially with many night scenes, she hadn’t seen Fu Sichen in a while.
As for that man, he apparently didn’t bother to check in with her.
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