The rookie showed them up (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮(￣▽￣///)

Fang Yao stared blankly at the script in her hands. Wasn't she supposed to just interact with the viewers, chat, and play some games?!

Why was there a script?! And why did she have to perform it live?!

Had they forgotten she was a complete rookie? She had never acted before!

She would rather throw punches than act!

Fang Yao kept looking between the script and her fists. Never mind her mood—it was only her good temper and self-control that kept her from flying into a rage.

Bo Miao was dumbfounded too. Faced with Fang Yao's murderous aura, she slipped over to the director and producer.

"Director, did you mix up the shows? Why are there scripts and acting involved?"

The director had been watching the screen when someone suddenly pulled him aside. Before he could get angry, he saw that the young woman who had come with Fang Yao was already fuming.

"????? There's no mistake. Yes, there are scripts. We do occasional performances. Didn't we text you about it?"

The director took the program rundown from the producer, confirmed that nothing was wrong, and handed it over.

Bo Miao glared at them both. When had they sent it? How come neither of them knew? Had her eldest brother forgotten to tell them?

At that moment, Bo Hanmo was sitting at his computer, watching Fang Yao.

Meeting Bo Miao's helpless gaze, Fang Yao picked up the script and began reading, too miserable even to cry. After all, she was first to perform.

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Fang Yao spent fifty minutes memorizing all her lines, rehearsing them over and over in her head. Once she felt there were no problems, she raised her hand to signal that she was ready.

Everyone stared at Fang Yao's raised hand, their mouths forming astonished O's.