The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof

Chapter 99: Chapter 100: Playing with the Devil_1

Qiao Xiaren ambled over casually, her serene gaze unchanged and faintly hinted at a serene coolness. No matter the jealousy, malice, admiration, or praise around her, none could shake her emotions in the least.

She remained poised amid praise and criticism—it was her norm. She strolled in, collected her audition form, and calmly settled into a comfortable seat.

“First one, come in!”

“The second one…”

“Next!”

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The call for auditioning actors echoed from inside, one after another leaving with bowed heads and gaps of disappointed resignation. Each futilely shook their heads at the yet-to-be-called auditionees, their faces filled with innocence.

A repressive and nervous atmosphere began to pervade the hall. Everyone seemed anxious and uneasy, watching each actor who had been called enter, and then exit, dejected.

“Word is, if you’re chosen as the female lead for the MV, you might have a chance to share a screen with the nation’s Little Prince, Yeqian!”

“Yeqian? Ah! He’s my idol!”

“Imagine being so lucky to be seen alongside the nation’s Little Prince. It’d definitely garner a lot of attention and visibility!”

“Not only the MV, but the male lead for ‘Slaying Immortal’ is even in talks with big-name stars. If you’re good enough to bag both auditions, there are no limits to the future!”

Gazing at the person chatting excitedly, someone couldn’t resist throwing cold water on their enthusiasm: “Young girl, have you woken from your dream?”

Wouldn’t it be already something if they could bag just one?

Amid a small disturbance at the front, Qiao Xiaren remained calm and elegant, observing all while listening attentively. She was merely studying the few lines of script she held in her hand, pondering her role.

As if the hustle and bustle around had nothing to do with her.

At the front stood a middle-aged man wearing a baseball hat, in a black vest and shorts, holding a loudspeaker before the camera. At first glance, he seemed like a mobster.

“No, the angle is wrong. I want a wide angle, a wide angle OK? Do you have a scar on your brain? It’s so narrow, you might as well eat shit!”

The middle-aged man held a megaphone and shouted, even those outside could hear the director’s routine bellowing. The entire cast couldn’t help but shudder.

This man was “as mad as a hatter” Li Li, ready to unleash chaos at any moment, obsessed with the play, and quick to curse at the drop of a hat. As soon as the angle was adjusted, he turned his critical eye to the others: “How is this flower arranged? I asked for three pots, you gave me four, what the hell is that? Why haven’t the fallen leaves on the ground been cleared? Where are the assistants? I’ve said it so many times, details determine success or failure. Have you all skipped meals or are you deliberately waiting to be scolded?”

Amid Hatter Li’s cursing, the crew members begrudgingly began moving items back and forth.