Reborn in the Hong Kong entertainment industry in the 1980s

The recording of the show was finally over, and the contestants returned backstage to remove their makeup and change clothes.

Zhao Yanhong vigorously wiped the powder off her face, until her face turned red.

She threw down the makeup remover wipes and went to change her clothes.

When they came out, they saw Hu Xiaoxiao eating a plate of snacks, chatting and laughing with the beauties who came to congratulate her.

Zhao Yanhong rolled her eyes: Eat, eat, eat! All I see you doing is eating. I hope you get so fat that you have a belly by the time of the finals.

Seeing one congratulatory message after another for Hu Xiaoxiao, Zhao Yanhong felt a sharp pain in her eyes, as if a nail had driven into her eye. Originally, she should have been the one receiving the congratulations.

She also thought about what she had said to Hu Xiaoxiao before, which resulted in Hu Xiaoxiao winning first place.

It felt like being slapped across the face—hot and painful.

But as she passed by Hu Xiaoxiao, Zhao Yanhong couldn't help but say, "Don't be too happy yet. I will definitely beat you in the finals."

It was just one vote short; maybe Hu Xiaoxiao was just lucky.

Hu Xiaoxiao was enjoying a piece of egg tart when she heard Zhao Yanhong's words and looked over.

The other party looked unconvinced.

Hu Xiaoxiao understood; it turned out he was unwilling to accept defeat.

Hu Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "You're already dissatisfied? It's a bit early. You'll have plenty more reasons to be dissatisfied in the future."

"Do you really think you're absolutely certain you can beat me? You only have one more vote. Next time, I'll have ten more votes than you."

Hu Xiaoxiao shook her head.

"You do not believe?"

“I don’t believe you.” Hu Xiaoxiao picked up another egg tart and said, “I’ve watched several Miss Hong Kong pageant finals videotapes. There were never more than ten judges in total. How could you possibly win by ten votes? Even if I crawled onto the stage, the judges wouldn’t give me a negative score.”

Zhao Yanhong was furious. "I was just using a metaphor."

Finally finished eating, Hu Xiaoxiao took a napkin, wiped her fingers, and pursed her lips.

She crossed her arms, leaned against the door, and sized up Zhao Yanhong.

From top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

Zhao Yanhong grew impatient and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Hu Xiaoxiao smiled gently, "You know what? Actually, I quite like you."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yanhong was stunned, thinking she had misheard. She had picked fights with her so many times, and he actually liked her? What kind of nonsense was that?

Hu Xiaoxiao said with a doting expression, "I especially love the way you get upset with me but can't help but stomp your feet. You know, you're just so funny, my little darling."

Zhao Yanhong's eyes widened, and she stood there stunned for a moment. Then, her anger erupted like two volcanoes in her eyes, burning fiercely and uncontrollably.

She actually called her a cutie!

No, she actually called her a little cutie!

That's still not right. "Little cutie" isn't an insult.

No, that's not right. She was insulting her; she was using a very new word to insult her!

hateful!

How abominable!

Zhao Yanhong was practically going crazy.

Even if Hu Xiaoxiao directly confronted her, pulled her hair, and slapped her, she wouldn't be this angry.

Hu Xiaoxiao actually called her her little cutie?

What a filthy way to curse!

Zhao Yanhong was very, very angry, so angry that she kept scratching her hair.

She felt a sense of humiliation.

She was so angry!

I have never been humiliated like this before!

Zhao Yanhong grabbed a handful of her hair, furious and wanting to tear Hu Xiaoxiao apart, the kind of physical fight where she would pull her hair and slap her.

But what about Hu Xiaoxiao? Where did she go?

Upon asking, it turned out the other party had already finished work and left.

hateful!

Zhao Yanhong grinned in hatred.

At that moment, she didn't notice that a paparazzo had sneaked backstage, secretly taking pictures of her with a camera, and had been taking pictures of her for quite some time...

The semi-finals, which aired in the evening, were actually recorded during the day.

Only the final will be broadcast live.

Therefore, when the semi-finals were broadcast on television, Hu Xiaoxiao was sitting on the sofa at home, intently watching the election program.

Hu Xiaoxiao watched more attentively than anyone else. While others watched TV for entertainment, she watched it to learn.

The more I listened to Zhao Yanhong and Ye Qiaolan sing Cantonese opera, the more interesting it became.

The opera is good; she should learn it in the future.

When Hu Xiaoxiao saw Zhu Wanwen playing the piano again, her eyes lit up more and more.

His virtuoso playing was absolutely amazing.

That's good; she remembered it.

Her mind was filled with many key points.

The next morning, Hu Xiaoxiao went to pick up today's newspapers and weekly magazines as soon as possible.

Newspapers are published daily, but weekly magazines are only published once a week. Hu Xiaoxiao subscribed to several weekly magazines so that she could have a new magazine to read every day.

Hu Xiaoxiao casually flipped through the pages; whether it was newspapers or weekly magazines, today's headlines were all about last night's Miss Hong Kong semi-finals. And her photo was always prominently featured in the center.

Hu Xiaoxiao smiled, pleased with the treatment she received as a big star.

Turning to the last newspaper, Hu Xiaoxiao noticed that the headline didn't feature her photo, but rather Zhao Yanhong's. She took a closer look.

The front page featured five large photos of Zhao Yanhong, which were very eye-catching.

The title is more eye-catching:

After winning second place, contestant number 16, Zhao Yanhong, was so happy she was practically drooling backstage.

The two characters "发姣" (fa jiao) were highlighted in bold, large font, and occupied a large portion of the center position.

The five large photos all show Zhao Yanhong with a ferocious expression.

Scratching his head, pulling out his hair, baring his teeth and grimacing.

The candid shot was truly frightening.

Hu Xiaoxiao covered the newspaper with her hands, patting her chest nervously. These paparazzi were everywhere, always trying to take horrifying photos; it was truly terrifying.

Be careful of paparazzi.

Hu Xiaoxiao reminded herself once again.

Not only Hu Xiaoxiao thought so, but the other contestants also saw today's newspaper and knew that paparazzi had sneaked backstage yesterday and taken many photos of them backstage.

Security at the TV station has been significantly strengthened today, with much stricter controls at entrances and exits.

The contestants were all discussing how to avoid paparazzi in the training room, while Zhao Yanhong had already taken leave.

Although we don't know how Zhao Yanhong is feeling, it certainly isn't pleasant.

"Xiaoxiao, you're a top contender for the championship right now, those paparazzi will definitely be watching you, so you'd better be careful," Zhu Wanwen reminded Hu Xiaoxiao when she arrived.

Hu Xiaoxiao nodded. Indeed, it was too ruthless.

“However, if you want to make it in the entertainment industry, you’ll inevitably have to deal with them sooner or later.” Athena, unusually, joined the crowd to discuss this topic.

She is one of the victims and has the most right to speak on this matter.

These things can't be completely eradicated, mainly because the public enjoys them and loves gossip. The more sensational the headlines, the more people buy them, which creates a space for paparazzi. Paparazzi and gossip news have become an inseparable part of Hong Kong's entertainment industry.

The training instructor walked in, clapped his hands, and said, "Training is about to begin; the finals are just around the corner. As for the paparazzi issue, unless you all retire from the industry, there's no solution."

Of course, if you're famous enough, even after you retire, people will still be watching and photographing you. Therefore, learning how to deal with paparazzi will be the first lesson you'll learn upon entering the entertainment industry. This is a lesson I, as your teacher, cannot teach you; you'll have to learn it yourselves.