Ji Zhaoxi was an obscure starlet.
But she didn't think she was obscure, because every single sentence she said could get scolded right to the top of the trending topics. She called herself a top-tier star by infamy.
"Zhaoxi, are you really going to do that later?" her manager looked at her with some concern.
But tripping on the red carpet isn't trendy anymore.
Ji Zhaoxi nodded seriously.
If it wasn't trendy, wouldn't that make her stand out even more?
Trends are cyclical.
The manager sighed. She didn't know how to design a persona for Ji Zhaoxi anymore.
The company had originally planned a pure, innocent little white flower route for her, but because she loved hogging the camera so much, she was instantly labeled a manipulative green tea.
There really was only a fine line between a little white flower and a green tea.
The manager patted Ji Zhaoxi's shoulder. "Good luck. The photographer the company hired is already in position."
They came with the determination to produce a god-tier photo.
Ji Zhaoxi nodded vigorously.
She had already stepped onto the red carpet, but the reporters were still crowding around the previous celebrity. Countless microphones and flashing lights, but unfortunately, none of it had anything to do with her.
"Jiang Yanchen, what are your plans next?"
"How do you view the rumors that you rely on industry connections?"
"Jiang Yanchen, are you and Li Qiuchi dating?"
The reporters were sweating profusely from the pushing. One kept elbowing the reporter next to him, whose face darkened before elbowing back even harder, directly knocking the person out cold.
"Ah, call an ambulance, someone fainted!"
"Make way, everyone make way..."
"Jiang Yanchen, please answer my question first, okay?"
While the other side was extremely lively, Ji Zhaoxi was already standing on the red carpet with no one coming to photograph her.
Ji Zhaoxi glanced at the only camera lens pointed at her from across the way. The photographer nodded solemnly, signaling that she was ready.
Ji Zhaoxi had practiced this falling posture at home for a week. It was flawless from all three hundred and sixty degrees, guaranteed to look beautiful enough to trend.
Closing her eyes, she fell straight down.
The photographer took a deep breath and shouted, "Ji Zhaoxi has fallen down!"
She had studied bel canto, so her voice had incredible penetrating power.
The noisy hall instantly quieted down. Even the fans who had been screaming frantically inside froze, and everyone's gaze landed on the center of the red carpet.
The photographer was very satisfied with her professional skills.
Seeing no reaction from the other reporters, she quickly continued to drop hints, "Holy crap! So beautiful!"
Ji Zhaoxi stood up helplessly from the ground, her expression extremely fragile.
The manager watched from behind, nodding repeatedly. That frown was exactly the right vibe.
The reporters were finally attracted and swarmed toward Ji Zhaoxi. Her face was full of panic. "Please don't push, everyone, I really just tripped by accident."
The reporters asked their questions without any politeness.
"Ji Zhaoxi, what do you have to say about stealing Jiang Yanchen's spotlight the day before yesterday, stealing Li Qiuchi's spotlight yesterday, and falling on the red carpet to steal the spotlight today?"
"Ji Zhaoxi, did you do that on purpose just now?"
"Can you explain to us how you managed to fall while wearing flat shoes?"
Ji Zhaoxi faced all the reporters with a blushing face and reddened eyes, merely insisting that she didn't do it on purpose.
Seeing Ji Zhaoxi cry, the reporters' questions became even more frantic. All the reporters from Jiang Yanchen's side were sucked over.
Jiang Yanchen's manager...
Is there no end to this Ji Zhaoxi!
How many times has it been! It's one thing to constantly leech off their Jiang Yanchen's popularity, but she even steals his camera time!
The photographer hurried to a spot further away to take fansite photos for Ji Zhaoxi.
After all, Ji Zhaoxi didn't have any fansites, so she could only take fake fansite photos.
Ji Zhaoxi's red carpet fall immediately made the trending topics.
[Here we go again. Wherever Jiang Yanchen is, Ji Zhaoxi has to pull these shady stunts.]
[When will Ji Zhaoxi leave the entertainment industry?]
[Ahhhhh, can she stay away from our precious baby!]
[I have to say, Ji Zhaoxi's fall was quite pretty. She must have practiced it in private for a long time.]
[Upstairs, please get some taste. You call this pretty?]
[Upstairs, why don't you tell me what good taste you have? Your profile is full of ugly male idols!]
After the red carpet ended, the other celebrities had already changed into their second, more lightweight gowns, but Ji Zhaoxi was still wearing that grand dress.
Facing the reporters' sharp questions, she furrowed her brows slightly and looked at the camera. "Time will clear up everything for me. The innocent will be proven innocent."
The manager greatly admired Ji Zhaoxi's ability to lie through her teeth.
She blocked the nearby reporters, preventing them from getting close to Ji Zhaoxi.
"Everyone, please stop pushing. Xixi is not accepting interviews."
The photographer had already put away her camera and was moonlighting as a bodyguard, continuously blocking the way in front of Ji Zhaoxi. "That's all for today."
But they were only pretending to stop them.
If these reporters really didn't come to interview Ji Zhaoxi, she would be the first one to cry.
The reporters wouldn't listen at all, shoving their microphones right into her face. "Ji Zhaoxi, what is your relationship with Jiang Yanchen?"
Hearing this question, Ji Zhaoxi's face flushed, and she lowered her head shyly. "Um... no relationship..."
The reporters smelled gossip. "Really? But why did you look at him with such sad eyes last month?"
The manager quickly pushed the microphones away, acting as nervous as if a secret had been uncovered. "We cannot answer this topic!"
The other photographers asked one after another, "Why can't you answer?"
Ji Zhaoxi's tears suddenly fell, her emotions seemingly slipping out of control. "Please don't ask anymore. I really have nothing to do with him."
In a villa, a man wearing glasses gnashed his teeth as he watched the live broadcast, which constantly echoed with Ji Zhaoxi's voice.
"Is this Ji Zhaoxi sick in the head? She's just latching onto you and refusing to let go, isn't she?"
The company had so many planners and PR staff, yet they couldn't even compare to Ji Zhaoxi's few short sentences.
Ji Zhaoxi was still giving it her all, and her manager was already sweating bullets.
"Ji Zhaoxi, what is your relationship with Shen Huaiqiu?"
Ji Zhaoxi smiled sheepishly. "I really like his acting. I'm his little fan. I've liked him ever since he debuted."
A reporter's eyes flashed. "Then can you name a few of Shen Huaiqiu's works?"
Ji Zhaoxi pretended not to hear.
"Ji Zhaoxi, rumor in the industry says you hate Best Actress Li. Is that true?"
The expression on Ji Zhaoxi's face changed in an instant. She said lightly, "Ah, there's no such thing. My relationship with her is quite good."
Seeing that she had leeched off of every popular trending star, the manager felt a bit of panic in her heart and secretly tugged at her hand.
Ji Zhaoxi thought her manager was being pushed by the crowd, so she quickly pulled her into her arms.
She would protect her well.
The manager was already immune to Ji Zhaoxi's occasional outbursts of white knight syndrome.
The photographer was better at reading the room than Ji Zhaoxi and immediately grabbed both Ji Zhaoxi and the manager, shoving them into the van.
Looking at the reporters blocked outside, Ji Zhaoxi reluctantly bid them farewell.
