After a scene wrapped, Lin Muci immediately huddled next to the small sun electric heater to warm up, feeling close to freezing to death.
Sister Lan’s words were indeed insightful.
She had to stay close to Ling Qianhe.
Ling Qianhe, draped in a black down jacket, was reading his script by the side.
Lin Muci didn't even glance at him; she knew the script by heart. With nothing else to do, she hesitated for a moment before lowering her head to scroll through Weibo.
The topic under her name had gained many fans. After the four public performances, she had become the most popular among all trainees and ranked within the top five on the entire entertainment industry newcomer list.
And that black fan's declaration of washing their hair upside down had made it onto the trending topics for movies.
Only then did she understand what Ling Qianhe had meant earlier.
Good heavens, this was truly something.
Lin Muci couldn't help but gasp. The comments under that declaration were all people ganging up to curse her.
The moment her rumored photos with Ling Qianhe were released, countless new anti-fans immediately appeared. Coupled with her participation in the talent competition, fans of other contestants seized the opportunity to stir up trouble and spread all sorts of propaganda, making things incredibly lively.
Lin Muci's photos were everywhere.
Since the anti-fans couldn't find fault with her looks, they started attacking her figure.
"Hmph, haven't you all noticed Lin Muci is flat-chested!"
"How can she compare to my Luo Keke, the little princess, the G-cup goddess!"
Luo Keke's fans had even put photos of the two girls together. While Lin Muci's looks were indeed superior to Luo Keke's, Luo Keke was more developed, with prominent curves.
Even though Lin Muci wasn't barren, she still appeared slightly inferior.
Lin Muci couldn't refute this point.
She was indeed not as well-endowed as the other.
The system chuckled.
"Host, I have breast-enhancing pills here, only fifty points, an honest deal."
Lin Muci didn't hesitate at all.
"Not buying!"
She didn't need it.
Running was so much more convenient without them.
The system tsked and chuckled wickedly.
"But it can benefit your future man."
Lin Muci sneered.
"Don't cause trouble for me. I'm not benefiting Ling Qianhe."
She blurted it out, and the system, delighted, responded with a "Wow, I caught you!" tone.
"Wow! You mentioned Ling Qianhe! Do you want Ling Qianhe to touch you there?"
Lin Muci immediately became fierce.
"You're talking nonsense! Shut up!"
Just as she finally managed to get the system to stop teasing her, Ling Qianhe walked over to her, seemingly to speak to her, but his gaze landed on her phone.
Only then did Lin Muci realize.
Her phone screen was still showing the comparison between her and Luo Keke.
She panicked and tried to exit.
As a result, she dropped her phone, and the large screen played the audio aloud.
"‘Future Idol’ trainee Lin Muci and Luo Keke compare sizes."
Ling Qianhe gracefully picked up the phone with his finger. He looked at Lin Muci, a faint smile blooming on his face.
Lin Muci was wearing a large down jacket, but she felt as if
everything was laid bare before his eyes.
"Don't be so bothered by it."
Lin Muci looked up quickly.
"I'm not bothered at all!"
Ling Qianhe looked completely unconvinced.
Then he comforted her.
"Others may have bigger chests, but you have long legs."
Lin Muci's eyes widened. After three seconds, her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. Ahhh, Ling Qianhe, you bastard! She wanted to kill Ling Qianhe, boohoo! You scoundrel!
"Lin Muci has small breasts."
"But long legs."
Brother Qianhe's evaluation was spot-on. Her face flushed, she squatted by the set, huddled next to the small sun. It was unclear whether the heater was making her face red or if she was blushing from Ling Qianhe's remark.
The system earnestly advised her.
"What's wrong with spending fifty points? Then you'll have both big breasts and long legs, a walking aphrodisiac."
Lin Muci was shaping a snowman on the side, still looking furious.
"Bastard, die, die, die."
A moment later, her phone chimed.
She had told herself not to look, but she couldn't help but pick up her phone. Then Lin Muci saw a new pop-up window appear on her screen.
"Your specially followed idol Ling Qianhe has posted a new Weibo."
She had forgotten to turn off this notification. She fumbled to unlock special following and then saw Ling Qianhe's new Weibo post.
"The snow on set is beautiful."
"It's very pleasant to film with my co-star. I hope everyone will focus on the work and look forward to it. I will bring my best work to everyone."
Very restrained, very rational.
However, the anti-fans' complaints suddenly decreased significantly. Ling Qianhe's fans flooded the platform with #ExcitedForQianhe'sNewWork#, #QianheInfinitePotential#, and the nasty comments cursing her were instantly swept away.
She touched her chin.
So.
Ling Qianhe, this little rascal, wasn't entirely heartless.
Was this him helping her out of a tight spot?
She refreshed Weibo again.
That Weibo post about her small breasts.
It had been reported and the platform had issued a deletion notice.
Instead, a new trending topic had appeared.
A screenshot of her stage performance posted by her fan club, with hashtags.
#LinMuciHumanLegGoddess#
#LinMuciLongLegsKillIt#
#LinMuciCurvyFigureSuperb#
The third hashtag was even pinned.
Lin Muci coughed, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
Her fan club was retaliating for her?
She wasn't angry anymore. She took a picture of the snowy scenery and slowly posted on Weibo. Sure enough, a group of her fans appeared below, chattering to her.
"Silly girl, take care of yourself and don't catch a cold!"
These were her motherly fans who worried about her!
"Wuwu, can I see my darling wife's selfie today? Let her beauty kill me. Sister's beauty is so breathtaking that even the ants on the roadside would sigh!"
The way they spoke was like seasoned fan club members!
There were also those who didn't wear pants in the middle of winter.
"I want to be gently transcended by my sister. Sister, you were so cool drumming last time. Wuwu, sister, please ravage me with your whip!"
"Today, I'm still a humble lickspittle because of Xiao Ci's beauty."
Lin Muci randomly scrolled through a few replies and liked them. The motherly fans ultimately gained the upper hand.
"Xiao Ci, did you wear thermal underwear?"
This was a question that struck at the heart of the matter.
Lin Muci glanced down at her pant leg; she hadn't.
She was wearing her costume directly under the large down jacket. Feeling guilty, she replied, "Yes, I did," but the fans wouldn't let it go and asked her to take another selfie to prove she was wearing thermal underwear. Lin Muci was very frustrated.
Why didn't anyone ask if Ling Qianhe was wearing thermal underwear?
After a mess of comments passed by, they finally asked her.
"Xiao Ci, what are you singing for the fifth public performance?"
"Our family is powerful, we're afraid you'll be fighting alone and won't win."
Due to the show's rules, she couldn't reveal any spoilers.
However, Lin Muci thought about her established stage team, plus her arrangement and choreography. If it could be presented perfectly, it would truly be a stage that would make the entire audience rise to their feet!
She excelled at dark concepts.
She was already a master of it! Could anyone be more immersed than her?