The slip of paper had three large characters written on it: Bo Yimo.
The characters were written in a flamboyant style, clearly very beautiful, yet she felt like the world was ending.
Her life was already difficult, why did fate have to treat her like this?
Director Wang, how about putting my slip back in the draw box so we can draw again, okay?
The most tragic thing in life is drawing yourself multiple tis, but what’s worse is drawing the film emperor.
Tong Yan glanced around, and whispered to Director Wang, "Director Wang, let’s make a deal, can we draw again? You’re such a nice person, I’m sure you’ll agree."
Even if she had more courage, she wouldn’t dare to splash water on the film emperor, especially in broad daylight, playing a cat and mouse ga with him, just thinking about it is... sowhat horrifying.
The wronged Director Wang righteously refused, the caras were already rolling, how could they cheat?
Besides, having the two of them together creates so many romantic monts, boosting the ratings, there’s no way he’d agree to let it go, what a joke!
It would be best if so miraculous incident happened, combining humor and romance! What could be better than that? Nothing.
He is a good director after all, prioritizing the needs of the audience.
Resigned, Tong Yan went to pick up a basin of water and started walking, approaching the film emperor a few tis, only to walk away again.
She really didn’t dare to do it!
After a few tries, Bo Yimo said with a noticeable laugh in his voice, "Co on, splash it."
Co on, splash it...
Co splash it...
Splash it...
It...
...
Looks like the film emperor knew anyway.
Nothing escapes the film emperor!
So what was she still hesitating for, just splash!
After splashing all the water, she turned to run, but... was caught imdiately.
Tong Yan was utterly dumbfounded.
Could there be anything more tragic than this?
No, there couldn’t.
After hesitating with the basin for several laps, she was caught in just a second!
A second!
Truly, just a second!
Tong Yan was overwheld with sadness, feeling the world was filled with malice.
Because she lost, Tong Yan had to continue playing the drawing ga.
Then... it was still Bo Yimo.
When she saw the slip, Tong Yan almost wanted to tear it apart.
Isn’t there a way to play fair!
The subsequent developnts went the sa as before.
After several rounds, Tong Yan was utterly exhausted, so tired, couldn’t it be soone else’s turn already?
Was this ga biased against her?
The others sat there sowhat bored, transitioning from initial tension to complete boredom now, all relying on Little Fatty, so they started chatting with the people around them.
Knowing Tong Xiaopang’s astonishing fate, Zheng Qing even started placing bets, "How many tis will Little Fatty have to run this ti? I’ll guess ten, how about you all?"
"Nine tis, probably. Last ti was also nine, that’s the record, it shouldn’t be broken," He Ruibo replied.
Tong Yan: ...
She was right there; could they keep it down while betting!
Director Wang, noticing Tong Yan’s rather pitiful expression, had a change of heart and switched Bo Yimo’s slip.
Tong Yan took a deep breath, hoping not to lose this ti.
Then, she drew Wen Shu.
Tong Yan patted her chest, relieved. This she could handle.
Tong Yan started moving again, making a circle, and unexpectedly splashed water on Wen Shu when he wasn’t anticipating it.
Wen Shu reacted quickly and imdiately stood up to run.
Tong Yan wielded the basin, running and running, about to reach her spot, about to win, when an accident happened.
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