The day before the International Film Festival, Bian Zi, the actress most likely to win Best Actress, poisoned herself in a hotel and died.
The media speculated wildly. Some said she was lovesick, others that she was saddled with enormous debts, and still others that her rivals had dirt on her and she'd lost hope...
Bian Zi roared inwardly: I didn't kill myself! I don't know why I'm gone! I've been single since birth, I have enough money to last three lifetimes, and nobody in showbiz can hold a candle to me. Shut up!
But she couldn't say any of that, because she now had the identity of a newly debuted nobody in a washed-up girl group. She had no connections, sang in a loud, untrained voice, and had never learned to dance...
Yan Wei asked her manager, "Bro, why did you sign me?"
Her manager slapped his thigh. "Because you're pretty!"
Yan Wei: Oh, bro, that honest answer really hits me right in the heart.
