After Experiencing Morning Sickness On A Livestream, Fake Young Lady Become An Internet Celebrity! Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Gu Ran finally believed his words and stood up rather awkwardly. “I'm sorry, President Mo. I was rude just now.”

Mo Yancheng raised his eyebrows. “You recognize me?”

Eh?

Gu Ran didn't understand. Was there anyone who didn't know Mo Yancheng? Those people would probably not even be from Earth!

Mo Yancheng stared at her for a long time before he finally came to the conclusion hat the little lass really had no memory of him saving her that night.

But it made sense. She had been delirious that night, and then he'd left in a hurry. Strictly speaking, they did not know each other.

“Never mind.”

When the elevator reached the tenth floor, Gu Ran tightened her collar and gave Mo Yancheng a mild nod, before jogging all the way back to her room.

It was now the first day of the program's official recording.

Gu Ran woke up before six o'clock. She had been suffering from insomnia for several days because of that night filled with nightmares. Her biological clock was in a mess, and she couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to.

Not knowing what time the show would start, Gu Ran gave herself a simple wash and lightly exercised in her room.

At half past six, the door was suddenly opened by someone.

Gu Ran had just been doing stretching exercises when she felt a little cold. She turned to look at the opened door.

At the same time, the director and cameraman, who was supposed to shoot the female celebrity's makeup process and had his camera lifted , froze on the spot too.

They looked at each other, and the atmosphere tensed just slightly.

“M-Ms Gu, you're… early today…!” The director laughed awkwardly, successfully failing at his mission to alleviate the tension in the room.

Gu Ran hummed flatly. “I'm used to waking up early.”

After those words, she blinked. “I thought the program list said that the recording started at seven o'clock?”

“Um… we have an interactive segment before the show starts. It's also to boost understandings between our guests of honor.” The directorquickly made up an excuse for Gu Ran.

Gu Ran knew that the real reason was to hype up the production, and didn't say much.

“Since Ms Gu is the first one to be up, let's start with you, then! Starting with you, draw a ball and wake the guests accordingly and tell them to gather downstairs at 7:30am. The last one down will miss their spot on program's specially booked van and would have to find their own way to the airport!”

Gu Ran nodded and walked forward, reaching into the lottery box to draw a table-tennis ball.

Table-tennis ball reads 1062.

“Alright, Ms Gu drew 1062. Let us make our way to Room 1602 to wake our occupant up.”

Gu Ran put on her jacket, carried her packed suitcase, and followed the filming crew to room 1062.

When they reached the door, Gu Ran suddenly turned around. “Has the livestream already started?”

“Yes, it has already begun.”

Gu Ran nodded and didn't say anything else.

1062.

Gu Ran accepted the keycard offered by the production crew, and opened the room door directly. She quietly yet expertly found the bedroom, before seizing the edge of the blanket and yanking it.

“Get up!”

“Ah!”

The female celebrity, Ma Yunyun, who had been sleeping soundly, was frightened to bits by the unexpected and sudden loud noise. She quickly snatched the blanket back, afraid that she had accidentally exposed herself, and glared at Gu Ran at the same time.

“What do you think you are doing! Who let you into my room!”

Gu Ran expressionlessly pointed at the camera behind him. “The program has begun.”

Ma Yunyun ,”…”

She swallowed down her resentment and plastered on a fake smile with some difficulty.

“Gather downstairs at 7: 30. No one would be waiting if you're late.”

With that, Gu Ran folded her arms and glanced coldly at the production crew. “I've delivered my message. I shall take my leave now.”

Everyone, “…”

This was a live broadcast!

This lady looked like someone owed her a thousand favors! What was going on?!

Chapter end