The producer stressed, "Who would want to watch this crap? It would be better to trim down the part where Hannah Winter berates the staff. It might even have a better effect."
The producer made the decision right away.
Although the staff wanted to help Hannah, they were insignificant and could only follow the orders.
At the end of the day, a talent show is a variety show, and how could it not have a script?
As Hannah was the first to gain popularity in the early stages, the production team naturally wanted to capitalize on her to gain a wave of heat.
Today’s audiences are very savvy. The love between sisters is old-fashioned, and what they love the most is sisters tearing each other apart, mindlessly berating people.
Fortunately, these effects are best when applied to Hannah.
As for the effect it will have online, that’s not their business. After all, a few debut spots have already been predetermined. They can’t possibly let a newcor compete for a spot with those backed by financiers, right?
The producer was extrely clear-headed, extinguishing the cigarette butt on the ground with his foot.
Dreams, in front of money are — shit!
*
In the chilling cold wind, May Hoffman ca down from the upstairs. Her face was tired, her eyes blue-black. Subconsciously, she pulled her oversized coat closer to her body, hiding the utter ss and degradation of her appearance.
The sound-control lights of the corridor switched on and off.
She didn’t move, standing outside the practice room.
Hannah’s voice clearly ca from inside.
She pressed her lips together, feeling a slight pain.
Sotis she wondered why, even though the old Hannah Winter was worse than her, universally despised in school.
Even the dirty words that both boys and girls used to discuss Hannah Winter in private were unbearable to hear.
But when did Hannah Winter beco what she is today?
In her eyes, Hannah Winter should be struggling in the mud, covered in filth,
And not as... radiant as she is now.
May lowered her head, her ssy hair hiding the dark bruise on her lower jaw.
The back door of the practice room suddenly opened.
Hannah looked up and ran into May, who was preparing to leave.
With a flick of her eyes, Hannah evaluated May’s shabby appearance. She tilted her head, and the smile on her lips showed a hint of mockery. "So you did go? Seems like I’ve been talking to myself."
Hannah rarely gave people pep talks, most of the ti she would take action when impatient.
The first ti she t that person, they said she was as fierce as a wolf cub.
Unfortunately, it was all bark and no bite, even her teeth were not sharp enough, probably unable to bite into sothing soft.
Angry by the words, she rushed over to start a fight,
But failed and was instead held down and lectured.
That was the first ti she t such a verbose person, who was full of philosophy but did not care if others would listen.
No one knew that after many years of separation, she also developed the sa bad habits.
Loved to lecture.
The first ti she did was with May, the second with Sunny Lee, who was still in the practice room.
Of course, the purpose of the lecture was not for others to listen to, but purely for her own amusent.
Hannah looked at May across from her, who was trying hard to hide her distressed appearance. Her gaze scanned past the neck, which was inadvertently exposed.
The look was emotionless, without any disgust or disdain, but May felt as if she had been pierced. She pulled her coat tighter around her, her voice hoarse with self-mockery, "Hannah Winter, do you look down on ?"
Hannah paused, looking at her, "Most often, people look down on others to satisfy their vanity or their own inferiority. But coincidentally, I am a person who is overly confident. I don’t need to find satisfaction from others."
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