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The director didn’t know exactly what Si Fuqing was drawing, but he sensed it was an excellent point of intrigue.

In the entertainment industry, some figures naturally attracted both fans and detractors.

The moment there was a whiff of news about them, both camps would swarm in.

A complete absence of haters often indicated a lack of popularity.

Inside the dance room were multiple cameras, one of which was lowered to capture Si Fuqing’s sketch clearly. The director himself was curious and leaned in for a closer look.

On the drawing board were two sets of men’s dance costumes.

One set was already detailed with basic lines, while the other remained a sketch, outlined with a few quick strokes. Beside the costumes, there were earrings and necklaces sketched out.

Additionally, there were some written characters, but no one could make out what they were.

As the camera captured this, the previous sarcastic comments about Si Fuqing attempting to draw character designs instantly fell silent.

The fans who had been busy taking screenshots returned, reclaiming the comment section.

[Wow, wifey, what great drawing skills!]

[This is costume design, right? Right?]

[Amazing, these dance costumes look so good! If Brother Xie wears this, I’d have to tear it off him.]

[This style seems a bit familiar, hiss… can’t quite place it. I need to dig through some archives!]

Finally, Si Fuqing noticed.

She calmly placed the drawing board on the ground, and then looked straight into the camera.

With one hand supporting her head, she spoke without a hint of timidity,

“What are you all looking at, hm?”

The girl’s smile was languid and casual, yet her natural elegance remained undiminished.

As she smiled, the surrounding light seemed to dim, leaving only her captivating fox-like eyes brilliantly animated.

Between the lifting of her eyes and the furrowing of her brows, there was an inherent elegance.

The comment section remained silent for over ten seconds. [Thump, daddy, sorry!]

[W-wife, don’t smile like that. You look good, but it scares me.]

[Rivals, back off! The Great Demon Queen Si has awakened!]

[Shh shh shh, let’s not bring up the Great Demon Queen’ title, we don’t want to attract haters to our Fuqing.]

The cycle of stardom rotated quickly. Yun Lan had left this circle over four years ago, but her fame had not diminished, instead, it had grown, and her fan base remained strong.

Not just in Great Xia; in the Western Continent and Eastern Mulberry, many people remained fans of Yun Lan.

Over the years, any star who had tried to compare themselves to Yun Lan had met with a disastrous collapse of their public image.

Eventually, no one dared to place their name alongside Yun Lan’s.

[So what exactly is this drawing?]

“Oh, you’re talking about this?” Si Fuqing didn’t fully reveal the drawing board. “I’ve been financially strapped lately, so I’m learning costume design. If I get good at it, maybe I can submit some designs and make some money.”

“I haven’t finished it yet, let alone created the final product. Once it’s ready, I’ll let your husbands wear it for you to see.”

The director hurriedly signaled the cameraman to focus on Xie Yu.

Just then, Xie Yu had taken off his outer garment, revealing a short-sleeved shirt underneath.

The young man’s muscles were gracefully defined, exuding a youthful and vibrant energy—the very essence of youthful charm that girls loved.

[Wifey, you’re working so hard. Tianle Media, you’re heartless!]

[Fine, I admit, Si Fuqing’s drawing is commendable. But the fact remains that she has no formal education. I just can’t understand why someone with only a middle school education can make money in the entertainment industry. Is the threshold for this industry really that low? When will it have standard entry assessments like other industries?]

[Those who slipped through nine-year compulsory education, get out of the entertainment industry!]

[At least Lin Qingyan graduated from an actual university. It’s clear who is truly competent, no?]

[Ah, the standards are falling. Seems like having a face can compensate for everything now.]

Backstage, the director shook his head while monitoring the screen.

Indeed, there were many people in the entertainment industry with low educational backgrounds.

Nowadays, some companies even exploited minors to attract attention—Tianle Media being a prime example.

The position of dance mentor that Si Fuqing held had indeed been secured by Tianle Media, but the director had seen the oppressive contract they had signed.

For the three-plus months she had been involved in the program, she would be lucky to make thirty or forty thousand, not to mention the immense amount of verbal abuse and cyberbullying she faced daily. Other stars might face criticism, but at least they got paid.

Si Fuqing received nothing.

The director began to feel a mix of pity and sympathy for Si Fuqing.

He decided that as long as there were no orders from above, he would do his best within his professional capacity to help her..