Chapter One Hundred and Seven: What a marvelous system! You wretched system, you’ve done me harm again!

By the time the interview recording was finished, it was already deep into the night.

Bai Ling returned to the hotel, thoroughly exhausted.

One could only say that her stamina had indeed declined.

She would have to find a proper way to recover it later.

Still, that would have to wait until after tomorrow’s singer program was filmed.

That night, the system’s voice sounded.

“Host, after such a long time, you have finally returned to variety shows. Although your performance was merely average, because you drew an exceptionally challenging script, this reward will not be a blind box. Instead, it is a specific reward: Waltz Beneath the Moonlight!”

Bai Ling had just been about to fall asleep, but she paused.

“System? You really are considerate. Having you is truly my blessing.”

For her, trying to achieve rapid acting improvement within the next week and reach the standard of the original work was almost an impossible task.

But who told her she had a system?

In an instant, Bai Ling was wide awake, not sleepy in the slightest.

She sprang to her feet and waved an imaginary banner in triumph.

Who else could it be?

Yet when the details of the Waltz Beneath the Moonlight reward surfaced in her mind, Bai Ling was dumbfounded.

“What?”

“This doesn’t directly give me the ability?”

“What does that mean?”

“Damn system, you owe me an explanation!”

In the original film, after enduring the setbacks of life and countless torments, the heroine completely despaired after speaking with her former boyfriend, the male lead.

But in that final abyss of despair, gazing at the boundless sea and the moon above it, she ultimately performed a magnificent waltz with her own life.

As the dance ended, she sank into the depths of the ocean.

This film told of the oppression of women in the old era, of the helplessness and bitterness of a woman who held fast to herself yet was thwarted at every turn by the world around her.

In Bai Ling’s eyes, the shaping of this character was terribly difficult.

Not only did it require an outstanding performance in expression and dialogue, but more importantly, it demanded that the spirit of the role be conveyed through dance art, so that even amid desolation and despair, one could still preserve a transcendent beauty, adding the artistic conception that one should leave one’s purity behind in the world.

From the perspective of the plot, it had something of the same accusing tone toward the old era as Kong Yiji, only Kong Yiji focused on the transformation of the times, whereas Waltz Beneath the Moonlight approached it from a female perspective.

Whether in theme or in acting, this work was beyond reproach.

And Bai Ling, even with decent acting skills and some dance foundation, absolutely could not recreate a classic to perfection.

She knew exactly what she was worth.

In other words, if she could restore even forty or fifty percent of the original film’s segment, she would already be more than satisfied.

After receiving the reward, Bai Ling felt even more certain that this was in the bag.

Not to mention forty or fifty percent, even eighty or ninety percent would be fine.

Until she discovered that this so-called Waltz Beneath the Moonlight actually meant dancing under moonlight, which would greatly increase the proficiency gained from dance practice, a hundred times more effective than ordinary rehearsal.

Good heavens, Bai Ling knew this damned system had no good intentions.

On the road to tormenting her, this wretched system truly never turned back.

Although this reward was already far better than the blind boxes from the past period, wouldn’t it still mean hard work for Bai Ling?

And practicing dance under moonlight would have better results?

Was this trying to force Bai Ling to stay up all night?

System, you are truly vile!

Bai Ling was nearly in tears, and all the excitement from before vanished in an instant.

She was tired. She would sleep first.

As for this thing, she would deal with it later.

That night, the production team of I Am an Actor began releasing many clips as previews, drawing in another wave of traffic.

The next morning, the edited official episode had already been broadcast.

It had to be said that the efficiency of I Am an Actor was astonishing.

It was clear they wanted to seize the momentum and make the program bigger and stronger.

After all, such programs were rare these days, and if they could successfully break out of the circle, they could become the representative of an entire genre.

Such temptation was hard to resist.

And the result was exactly as they had expected: once broadcast, the show began to go viral.

After all, among the guests they had invited were traffic draws like Bai Ling and Lin Yubai.

Added to that, there were more than forty guests in total. Even the ones without much fanbase, when gathered together, made for a terrifying force.

The initial exposure was already like this, not to mention that this production was a major one to begin with. Whether in stage design or in other aspects, it had won over many people.

Of course, the most important thing was still the content itself.

The mechanism of acting battles and the “sparks” between the various performers, that sense of covert struggle, left many viewers exclaiming with delight.

Many people were eagerly anticipating what would happen once the actual stage performances began.

If everything went smoothly and everyone delivered a perfect performance, that would of course be ideal.

But if things went wrong and some trouble arose, they could watch the excitement and enjoy the spectacle as happy bystanders. How delightful would that be?

And naturally, Bai Ling and Wen Yan became the center of attention.

Wen Yan drew some controversy because she seemed undeserving of the position.

After all, she did not have many fans, and in a livestream room she might still be able to engage Bai Ling’s fans in a passionate battle.

But on a social forum, she was obviously outmatched.

However, Wen Yan’s situation was only a minor issue.

The real uproar was on Bai Ling’s side.

Leaving aside the matter of no one wanting her, which the program’s post-production had slapped with a huge label that could not be removed, simply the fact that Bai Ling had drawn such a good script was enough to spark heated discussion.

Among them, a considerable number of people felt that Bai Ling taking this script was tantamount to suicide.

The difficulty was far too high.

These people were not speaking nonsense; they had conducted a serious analysis.

Not only did they break down the details and implications of the original work itself, they even brought out interviews with the lead actress from back then.

What was more, they had somehow managed to dig up Bai Ling’s performance in the Crown Princess Consort and compare it as well.

After much comparison, they concluded that Bai Ling’s acting was good, and at least in the role of Zhang Pengpeng, she had definitely performed above her normal level.

But Zhang Pengpeng and the heroine in Waltz Beneath the Moonlight were worlds apart, and the difference was obvious at a glance.

So how could anyone believe Bai Ling could create a miracle again?

As for having Bai Ling play a supporting role while someone else played the heroine, that was even more absurd.

In short, there were plenty of doubters, and even Sister Ge had begun to sigh that Bai Ling’s luck was truly terrible.

As for Bai Ling herself, she did not mind at all. She was already on her way to the city where the next program would be filmed.

Although, according to the arrangement of I Am an Actor, Bai Ling was supposed to begin rehearsing and training with the team today, she had already informed them in advance before signing the contract, so there was no problem. It was just that her rehearsal time would become increasingly tight.