["Xixi Is the Best"]: "Why the hell is Lyra Donovan still on the show?"
["Variety Fan Cam"]: "She’s seriously so gross. Can someone please get her off the program already?"
["Veteran Bullet-Comment Critic"]: "Exactly. How did Celebrity and Civilian Love Trip even end up inviting someone like her?"
["Little Baby from Harrison’s House"]: "If my brother Harrison Caldwell weren’t on it, I wouldn’t even bother watching."
["Go Go Brother Harrison"]: "Can she please stop clinging to our guy? Like, has she even looked at herself? Is she worthy of him? Total toad dreaming of swan meat."
...
Lyra Donovan scrolled through the flood of abuse under her Weibo without so much as a flicker in her expression. Comment after comment. Curse after curse. Even the private messages were packed with pure malice. Only after seeing all that did she fully confirm one thing—
She had transmigrated into a novel.
The original book, The Movie Emperor’s Sweetheart, told the story of a bright, kind, upbeat girl who joined a dating variety show as an ordinary guest and successfully paired up with the newly crowned movie emperor, Harrison Caldwell. The two flirted their way through the whole romance show, sweet enough to give people cavities. And in a touching love story like that, of course there had to be a cannon-fodder female side character there to stir things up.
That was exactly why the original host existed.
She was the disposable tool used to push the leads’ romance forward.
The original Lyra was also a civilian guest. The moment she found out that the rising film emperor Harrison Caldwell was joining Celebrity and Civilian Love Trip, she got her family to invest in the production team and squeezed herself into the show as a female guest—specifically, the second female guest.
On the show, she chased Harrison Caldwell like her life depended on it. If anyone got close to him, she’d pop out and sabotage it. If he needed anything, she’d rush over before anyone else could move. A full-on simp, no joke. Netizens dragged her nonstop and called her shameless.
After sorting out the whole mess from beginning to end, Lyra was honestly speechless.
How down bad did the original host have to be?
He was just a newly popular movie emperor, not some once-in-a-millennium miracle. As for this cannon-fodder tool-person role, whoever wanted it could take it.
Lyra kept scrolling through her own Weibo. Every single post was about Harrison Caldwell. Looking at it gave her a headache. She deleted everything in silence, wiped the account clean, then logged it out for good and directly canceled it. After that, she changed to a new phone number and registered a brand-new Weibo account.
Her haters were still gearing up to keep flaming her, only to discover in the very next second that the account had already been deactivated.
People instantly started guessing why Lyra Donovan had deleted her account. Some thought she had quit the dating show. Others guessed she had finally cracked under all the fans’ insults. For a while, every kind of theory was flying around.
Lyra lifted her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.
She was wearing a black slip dress. Her long black hair hung loose behind her shoulders in an easy, casual fall. Her face was bare, not a trace of makeup on it, yet she was still stunning enough to make people pause. Add in that flawless figure of hers, and the whole picture was honestly unfair.
The corner of Lyra’s lips curled up slightly.
A rich heiress with looks this insane being forced to play foil to some ordinary girl—yeah, only a novel could come up with something that ridiculous.
For some reason, though, Lyra kept feeling that all of this was weirdly familiar, like she had seen it somewhere before. But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t make sense of that feeling. In the end, she could only tell herself to deal with things as they came.
"Lyra, the second trip starts filming next Monday. Gather at the airport at eight o’clock."
Lyra glanced at the message in the group chat where the production team had tagged her, then lowered her eyes and fell into thought.
A little while later, a private message from the director popped up.