Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

"As the first part of our program, we will use live barrage voting to decide the order of the draw. Now, all viewers in the main live broadcast room can see the draw options with the names of the eight guests, and the deadline will be in five minutes."

Just as the PD finished speaking, real-time background voting data was projected on the big screen in the living room.

The votes for Shi Qing, who is currently the most popular in the fan circle, are soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye. The next ones are Jing Heyu, who are most accepted by the whole people, and Zhou Lingqing's votes are following closely behind.

The votes for these three big names remained high, creating a huge gap between them and the votes of the next four.

Jiang Miao's name was pitifully at the last place, with not even a fraction of Shi Qing's votes.

Qiu Jue looked at the voting data in the background and asked the system: [Can you control the display of votes? ]

System alert: [Host, you are not going to vote for the second male lead, are you? No, no, the second male lead's popularity is the lowest among the people present, and he is basically being blacklisted by the entire network. Once the vote data is changed, the audience will easily find out.]

[Okay, then can you control the draw box? At least let me draw with him?]

[Host? Are you trying to capture the second male lead again? We are in two completely different worlds now, but you have already kidnapped the second male lead, okay?]

In the original plot, Jiang Miao and Jing Heyu are in a group.

If we don’t control the drawing, I’m afraid the plot will be the same as the original one.

Qiu Jue wanted to prevent this, so letting Jiang Miao work with him was the best choice.

[Well, I think I am very experienced now. I will definitely not be attracted to the second male lead. I have sealed my heart and locked my love.]

[I don't believe you. Anyway, I can't control the lottery box. The lottery box is not made of machinery. ]

The lottery box is on the table in front of PD, and it is easy to see that it is just a simple thing made of cardboard.

Five minutes passed quickly, and after PD's excited countdown, the vote increase completely stopped.

There is no doubt that the popular idol Shi Qing won the first place, Jing Heyu won the second place, Zhou Lingqing won the third place, Wang Shutao won the fourth place, and the fifth identity won the fourth place.

The fifth is Liu Hongyu, the sixth is Ma Wu, and the seventh and eighth are Qiu Jue and Jiang Miao.

Yes, one is a semi-amateur director, and the other is a person who is completely blackened by the Internet and has a bad impression even among passers-by. So the seventh and eighth places are well deserved.

PD smiled: "Okay, after a fierce competition, the voting results are now out, so based on the voting results--"

"Start drawing lots from the last one - Jiang Miao!"

Netizens:? ? ?

[No, we voted so hard, I even called my whole family to vote for Qing Bao, and you told me that we start from the end? ]

[I know you want to keep us in suspense, but you will lose friends if you play like this.]

[The one with the highest traffic is left at the end. Does it have to have an ad at the end? ]

The guests were a little speechless, but it was understandable as this variety show didn't have a script or anything.

Jiang Miao, the last one, stood up silently, reached into the box, took out a piece of paper and left.

He turned around and sat back in his original seat, his hands still clenched tightly, with no intention of opening his hands to check.

[Why don't you show it to the camera? You have no sense of variety show? ]

[You know you are not likable, and no one wants to see you. 】

Qiu Jue took a cryptic look, but saw nothing, so he asked the system: [System, what did Jiang Miao draw? ]

System: [Scanning, reporting to the host, the note looks like this, I can’t describe it. ]

The system restored the scanned image and projected it into Qiu Jue's mind.

Qiu Jue: ...What is this?

This pattern is really too abstract. It is a very clumsy drawing of... a flower?

Shi Qing, a member of GY's team, approached Jiang Miao under the camera and asked him in a low voice as loud as the microphone could hear: "What did you draw? Can you show it to me?"

Her voice was clear and pure, and after she finished speaking she stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly, which was so cute.

But Jiang Miao pursed his lips without giving any face and shook his head.

The comments after seeing this scene were full of crazy sarcasm, and most of them were saying things like Jiang Miao, an unknown actor, doesn't even know how to act in front of the camera.

The next one is Qiu Jue.

[System, show me the live view of the hand, and scan all the notes. ]

[…Host…I have placed a pattern…You can choose it yourself…]

The system obediently put all the patterns into Qiu Jue's mind, and then Qiu Jue had another headache.

What the hell is this?! Not to mention the ugly and messy patterns on it, why aren't there even any identical patterns?

Which one to choose?

In the eyes of everyone, Qiu Jue seemed to be in a dilemma. He rummaged in the box for a long time and finally took out a note.

With Jiang Miao as a negative example, the PD quickly asked Qiu Jue to open the note in his hand and show it to the audience.

Qiu Jue unfolded the note in front of the camera, and on it were just a bunch of messy lines drawn with a green marker.

[Huh? What is this? Grouping by color? ]

[I am 800 degrees myopic, and for me, taking off my glasses is like a green leaf. ]

The other guests also drew lots one after another in reverse order of the voting results.

They also opened their little notes in front of the camera.

[Strange? Why are there no identical patterns? ]

[Bald Zhang, what are you doing again? ]

[Ah ...

Both the audience and the guests looked at their notes with a puzzled look on their faces.

At this time, the PD didn't care about the comments, but finally gave the answer to the lottery: "Eight guests have drawn their own slips of paper, so now our four couples are out, namely red flowers and green leaves, moon and stars, cola fried chicken, and black words on white paper!"

【What a piece of junk. 】

[It should be said or not, they are all official matches. 】

[I, the Coke and potato chips fan, am the first one to disagree. 】

[The tens of millions of years of Sun and Moon's be aesthetics have been dismantled here? 】

[I was wondering why there was nothing on the note from actress Zhou, it turned out to be a blank piece of paper.]

Several guests looked at each other, trying to make out the patterns on their own notes. They discussed and looked at each other's notes.

Qiu Jue also pretended to look at each other, but he was thinking in his heart: It's settled.

As expected, the protagonist and the top and bottom are in the same group.

Liu Hongyu and Wang Shutao are in one group, and Zhou Lingqing and Ma Wu are in another group.

After seeing the three teams standing in line, Qiu Jue pretended to realize something belatedly and walked away.

Qiu Jue stood in front of Jiang Miao and asked him with a gentle smile: "Can you show me your note?"

It was too close, and Jiang Miao felt an oppressive feeling that made him feel uncomfortable.

But he still obediently turned his palm upwards and handed the slightly damp note to Qiu Jue, showing the contents to the audience.