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Transmigration: I Became The Daughter of a Family of Villains
Chapter 193 - Battle 3
Chapter 193: Battle 3
[Ahhh, after watching this one, I suddenly can’t look at the one before anymore. What should I do?]
[You can’t get hurt if there’s no comparison — I suddenly feel that Qi Yan is so pitiful!]
[Why is it that a thug can only be a troublemaker? Can’t he also be a protagonist? Hahaha, I love it, I love it. If I’m not wrong, it seems the actor who played the thug is Zhou Yi? That weakest crybaby iin the entertainment circle?]
One after another, there were many comments on screen praising Lu An.
Qi Yan’s face was already dark. She secretly clenched her fists and tried her best not to lose her composure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOf course, there were haters.
[What’s going on? The production team did it on purpose, right? Lu An clearly got a better script. Don’t tell me you really think she came up with this herself? No way, right?]
[Even if she said before that a director is just someone who racks their brain to make the audience smile, you can tell that she doesn’t have any common sense at all, no matter how good the work she directed is. Doesn’t this mean that the production team is deliberately protecting her?]
[There’s actually a bunch of people spouting things like: “Judge something on its own merits,” “Just look at this work,” “Indeed she’s better” — I’m laughing. It’s hard to say if this was directed by her or not! At the very least, it has to do with the scriptwriter, right?]
One after another, the haters simply thrashed Lu An, as if all her achievements had been created for her by the production team.
The brother fans were furious!
They had seen for themselves on the live stream how busy their little sister had been yesterday.
What scriptwriter? Even her own brother acted as the lighting technician. Were all of them blind?
Also, it was already made clear that the script which these people’s idols got had been revised by the other directors as well, but their little sister wasn’t allowed to revise her script and make it more outstanding?
Director Chen and Director Qiu also had the same script, but each of the end results was rich with their own individual and distinct style! A person who had the capability was strong, but a person who didn’t was accused of fabricating things; these sorts of people were forever like this!
The brother fans were furious. The two groups of people started fighting angrily.
Fans of Zhou Yi and Lu An from the show also came to help.
After all, they had watched how Director Lu An had directed the entire act. Zhou Yi’s fans, in particular, just wanted to see more of him and only focused on him in the beginning. In the end, they all started paying attention to Lu An, and were simply dumbfounded.
The comments had already exploded in the live stream.
The directors’ works continued to be aired at the live venue.
After Director Chen and Director Qiu’s works aired, it was once again the turn of the newbie directors’ teams.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis time, Lu An’s team stepped forward first.
It was an adaptation of the script from the production team, “My Big Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Sister and Fifth Uncle.”
The video opened with a scene of a very plain and simple house.
Two very old sofas faced each other. There was a small square coffee table in the middle, and various sorts of household items all around. The place looked very small and cramped, and gave off an intangible sense of oppression.
A man in his thirties was leaning back against the sofa and watching an old black-and-white TV.
He was smoking — oh, no, it was one of those candy sticks which looked like a cigar. The man smacked his lips like a child as he stared at the TV with black eyes and giggled.
He was dressed very smartly in a black suit, and his long legs were up on the coffee table. The black leather shoes on his feet shone brightly.
Was there something wrong with his brain?
The black-and-white TV was playing a sad Beijing opera.
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