The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast-Chapter 214 - The Wild Spread of Yinuos Dance
Chapter 214: Chapter 214: The Wild Spread of Yinuo’s Dance
Chapter 214: Chapter 214: The Wild Spread of Yinuo’s Dance
The talent show’s official website almost crashed as a massive crowd of viewers who had watched Little Taotie’s live performance swarmed into the site, frantically voting for Yinuo.
Yinuo’s votes skyrocketed and she actually reached the top, becoming number one!
Seeing her younger sister’s name at the top of the list, the chocolate counter salesperson began to sob softly.
Approaching was a middle-aged woman, dressed simply, her hair meticulously tied up. She looked at her younger daughter Yinuo’s name, fell silent for a long time, and then spoke hoarsely, “If she were still alive, seeing such a number of votes, she would probably break into a dance right now.”
“Mom! Why didn’t you stop her back then! She shouldn’t have entered the entertainment industry!” the sobbing salesperson clung to the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman gently stroked her hair, saying helplessly, “If I had stopped her back then, it would be as if she were dead while alive. Now, she’s gone, yet she seems alive.”
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The last dance segment of Little Taotie’s performance was separately edited and went viral on D-note.
Nearly everyone scrolling through D-note encountered it, not just once or twice.
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Many people began to imitate the dance, and even some great god-level editors started editing videos of themselves dancing with Yinuo.
This dance had no name, but people spontaneously named it “Yinuo.”
The Yinuo Dance started to become popular, with kindergarten kids performing it at shows and company events featuring it…
Fans of Yinuo and Little Taotie began to look for their previous shows to watch again, and the shows were repeatedly broadcasted, with views skyrocketing.
The TV station’s ratings reached new heights again and again.
Seizing the opportunity, the station wanted another collaboration to air as soon as possible.
The director of “Finding the Leading Lady” flatly rejected the idea, without any sugarcoating.
The TV executives sweet-talked him, but he was unmoved, and in the end, nothing came of it.
That day, the director had scheduled to meet with a highly talented beautiful woman.
The assistant director handed him the file for the next episode’s planning, only to see several photos of different women on his desk.
The director frantically gathered them, stuffing them into a drawer.
“Feeling guilty?” the assistant director asked.
“Who… who’s feeling guilty!” Realizing his own lack of confidence in speaking, the director retorted angrily, “I’m just looking at potential match-making candidates, I’m not committing murder or arson, what do I have to feel guilty about!”
“Match-making candidates?” the assistant director sat down, looking gossip-hungry, “Is your family pushing you to get married?”
“No.”
“Then why are you in such a rush to meet someone?”
“Can’t I be in a rush to have kids?”
The assistant director grew even more curious, “You like kids?”
“I didn’t use to, but after working on this show, I started to like them.”
“Let me see those photos, I’ll give you some advice.”
“There’s nothing to see!”
“Just show them!”
The assistant director reached out to open the drawer, but the director forcefully covered the drawer to prevent her from opening it. They tugged back and forth, ending up too close to each other when suddenly the door was pushed open and someone came in shouting, “Director, I brought you a milk tea, oh, what did I see, my god, you carry on, I didn’t see anything…”
The photographer ran back out the way he came, making sure to close the door tightly behind him.
Assistant Director: “Did he misunderstand something?”
Director: “First, take your hand out of my drawer!”
The assistant director took her hand out of the drawer, holding four or five photos in it.
A photo fell to the floor, and at the same time, a call came through on the phone on the desk. The caller ID showed the beautiful woman from the photo calling.
