Chapter 708
The show officially began shooting.
Before shooting, the Director declared that they would proceed according to the ga rules without prior arrangents.
Still, Shelby Hamilton sent Robin Sears to inform others that she had her sights on Raine Nolan.
The other celebrities didn’t reject or accept explicitly, but Shelby assud they agreed.
The recording began soon afterwards.
According to the process, Chloe Collins wouldn’t co onto the stage until the Director had finished the introductions.
She waited outside for five minutes, reading the updates of a comic, until she heard her na.
As the cara switched, she, dressed in white, walked into the studio, greeting the crew mbers along the way.
The outfit for today was chosen by the production team; she had a dark, black tinged with red outfit that sharply contrasted with Shelby’s white dress.
Aside from Shelby, other regular cast mbers warmly welcod her.
After an initial round of complints, they all ntioned too much pressure.
The group quickly arranged themselves, pushing Chloe to the central position, with Shelby beside her.
The contrast between the black and white, and their eyes, subtly created an atmosphere of tense competition.
In the cara’s lens, the most eye-catching wasn’t the white dress, but Chloe’s face.
The Director let the cara linger on her face for three seconds before switching away.
Next, the cara quickly shifted to capture Shelby’s sowhat unhappy expression.
That’s precisely the effect they wanted. The script was brought out, and the first round of ga rules was announced.
The first round was a selection ga.
Each rookie was given ten seconds for self-introduction, followed by a celebrity showdown.
Each celebrity designs a small ga, then picks their rookie based on their performance.
The chosen rookies couldn’t refuse.
Hearing this, Shelby’s eyes lit up.
That made things easy.
She was determined to separate Miles White and Robert Foster, to show them her strength.
The previous gas were all fun mini-gas involving wordplay, mimicry, or song na guessing. This ti, it was different.
This ti, it was a shooting competition.
As the Director finished speaking, almost everyone wore an expression of disbelief.
One short-sighted male artist exclaid, "Director, are you serious? Really serious? If you are, please put my target within three ters, thank you!"
A lant rose over the quiet, and a curtain behind them fell with a swoosh.
In the next second, a temporary fence was revealed.
gan Harding frowned, "Isn’t this a question that gives Shelby an unfair advantage? She’s practiced this before, hasn’t she?"
It was common knowledge that beside having been a fencer, Shelby was also a skilled shooter.
Shelby didn’t respond, but the relaxed expression on her face clearly indicated that she was confident of winning.
Apparently, the production team is still taking care of her.
She glanced at Miles, the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk.
Chloe remained expressionless, rely casting a glance at the target position.
The other mbers were discussing the technique of shooting.
Just when everyone thought the ga was about to start, the Director continued to read the rules.
Because there was more.
To ensure fairness, there were additional caveats to the ga.
Before the actual shooting, participants could guess a ball to reduce their distance from the target.
Each ball had a number attached to it, which represented the distance reduction it offered.
Furthermore, every set of bows and arrows was different.
There were top-quality ones, as well as crude ones.
The quality of the bow and arrow set would also sowhat determine the accuracy of the shooting.
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