"She's way too arrogant, as if no one else exists in her eyes."
"But why do I feel that this Yuran looks devastatingly cool?"
"Starstruck, I'm sure from the look in her eyes, she's the one I like."
"I'm switching to become a fan of Yuran."
"Although her style was unique two years ago, today, two years later, it's just as imperiously irrational."
"Stunningly cool, crazily dashing."
The audience in the live stream began derailing the comments with their style, and the disgruntled remarks from Xia Ruyan's fans were quickly overwhelmed by such messages, nearly unstoppable.
Yuran stepped into the audition room and almost without any hesitation, chose a scene of slightly higher difficulty.
Even Gui Yu, the director, looked up, asking uncertainly, "Are you sure you want to perform this particular scene?"
The assistant director, the crew members, and Xi Nian, who was sitting in the darkness at the back, all frowned.
Was this reckless boldness or exceptional capability?
