Chapter 80: Do You Even Hear Yourselves Speaking?

“Is Sister going to act now?”

“What the heck, is this for real?”

“This is Bai Ling’s account, how could it be fake?”

“This... this can’t be right.”

“Ouyang Ruofeng wanted to invite Bai Ling to act on the show. I thought it wouldn’t happen so soon, but here it is already?”

“No way!”

“The cast list for The Crown Princess has been officially announced, and Bai Ling is on it.”

“The Crown Princess? Is that the title of the drama?”

“Yes, the official account has already been registered.”

“Damn, let me check.”

“Hey, it’s true.”

“Support for Sister!”

“Support, support—anything Bai Ling creates, I’ll support.”

“I only have one question: when’s the next new song coming out?”

“It’s been days since Bai Ling last released a song—why is there still no news?”

“Even a mule at the work brigade wouldn’t rest this much! Little music genius, hurry up and write a new song!”

“Sister Bai Ling, please release a girls’ version of ‘Young Huaxia Speaks’!”

“Yes, yes, make a girls’ version—thousands of us would sign a petition!”

Those who rush to comment the moment Bai Ling posts an update are either seasoned users of the social platforms or her devoted fans.

Judging by their messages, they’re most likely fans.

Faced with their relentless demands for new music, Bai Ling felt her scalp tingle.

There were even requests for a female version of ‘Young Huaxia Speaks.’

That song doesn’t suit her voice at all.

So Bai Ling simply covered her eyes.

“If I really can’t see it, I won’t be coerced by my fans.”

But judging from the current comments, most fans were quite supportive of her acting.

This eased much of her worry.

However, as time passed and more people flooded into the comment section, the tone shifted, and the reviews weren’t as positive anymore.

“How long has she been famous? And already thinking of acting to cash in?”

“The drama’s called The Crown Princess’s Rise? That title is so offbeat.”

“It probably isn’t a seriously produced work. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be so careless.”

“Ouyang only made it because of family connections—no real talent. This drama is probably doomed.”

“Ouyang’s fine, but can Bai Ling really act?”

“If I remember right, Bai Ling never went to college, and isn’t professionally trained.”

“Yeah, nowadays anyone can act. It’s boring.”

“Really, whoever’s popular gets to act—it’s just ridiculous.”

A flood of mocking voices appeared. Bai Ling glanced at them but wasn’t particularly bothered.

In fact, this was exactly what she had expected.

If everything went smoothly, she would have suggested Wen Yan send over her own life script right away.

But speaking of which, Bai Ling was quite curious about Wen Yan’s situation.

Had she made any moves since the last show?

After searching, Bai Ling discovered that Wen Yan had made her own official announcement today.

“‘A Bright Future’ is officially starting filming—please support, dear fans!”

Along with the post, there was a costume photo.

In the picture, Wen Yan wore a palace dress, looking delicate and graceful.

Yet when Bai Ling saw this, her brows knit together.

As expected, Wen Yan had secured the script invested by Spring and Autumn Company.

And smoothly claimed the lead female role.

All of this had been within Bai Ling’s expectations.

But...

Was that costume photo serious?

Bai Ling had criticized the script for being poorly written, but if she remembered correctly, it was a big female lead drama.

The protagonist had no character growth arc—her personality was consistent to the end.

So the styling for the main character should actually resemble Bai Ling’s ancient costume from the Girl Group Assembly show.

Even if not a martial artist, it should at least look bold and dignified.

Yet Wen Yan wasn’t suited to this style—she was on the cute track.

She was young, and the styling highlighted gentle elegance, a delicate beauty.

If Wen Yan were playing a maid or a shy girl next door, Bai Ling wouldn’t find it so jarring.

But now...

Bai Ling’s brows could have crushed two flies.

“Forget it, as long as they’re happy.”

“After all, it’s a princess descending to earth, falling in love with a prince.”

The reason Bai Ling said this was because the male lead in the drama was Lin Yubai.

Actually, when Bai Ling was chatting with Ouyang Ruofeng that afternoon, Ouyang said he originally wanted to invite Lin Yubai to play the male lead.

That comment had made Bai Ling lose her appetite for dinner.

Acting with that guy? Wouldn’t the destined female lead tear her apart?

What if Wen Yan simply declared, “Enough pretending! If you try to steal my man, you’re doomed.”

What then?

Bai Ling was certain Wen Yan’s background was terrifying.

Luckily, Ouyang said Lin Yubai had other commitments, so he couldn’t help with this drama.

After hearing that, Bai Ling was much relieved.

The chicken leg in her lunchbox tasted much better.

Now, looking again, Lin Yubai was indeed cast in ‘A Bright Future.’

To this, Bai Ling could only offer her blessings.

May the two of them stay together, enjoy their own world, and not harm anyone else.

Especially not Bai Ling herself.

However, when she opened the comments under Wen Yan’s post, Bai Ling became more convinced of her previous thoughts.

“Such beautiful styling!”

“Support, support!”

“Wen Yan, don’t let the negative comments bother you—they’re all Bai Ling’s fans. We believe in you!”

“Sweetheart, mommy will protect you!”

“Looking forward to your new work!”

“Is this your first time acting? I’m so excited!”

“Though it’s her first time acting, I think Wen Yan has talent. Looking forward!”

“The production team is excellent—thank goodness Wen Yan has these resources. I thought Bai Ling was suppressing her so much she couldn’t lift her head.”

“Exactly! Bai Ling’s fans are just too nasty, always cyberbullying our sweetheart.”

“At this stage, Bai Ling is basically the symbol of evil in the entertainment industry. Just seeing her fans is disgusting...”

...

Bai Ling read through the comments and counted.

Over a thousand messages, not one criticizing Wen Yan.

All the praise for Wen Yan was coupled with insults for Bai Ling—almost eighty percent.

“So you say I’m the entertainment industry’s evil force?”

“Maybe you should look at what you’re saying yourselves?”

If Bai Ling hadn’t known Wen Yan was the destined female lead, just comparing the comments under their posts would have been enough to make her cough up blood in anger.

Couldn’t they be a little less blatant in their double standards?

Even when faking engagement, at least try to make it look real.