Chapter 247: Chapter 247 Interview Questions
The girl sneered, "Indeed, a bunch of trainees from Class D. If you’re inferior, then you’re inferior. Do they really think they can catch up to our progress with just a few days of effort? Hannah Winter is pretty funny too, thinking these people can help her. They might even get eliminated in the first round."
A few people walked away, Tiffany Lynch took one last look at Hannah in the practice room. The smile on her lips was mixed with gloom and a touch of madness, nowhere near the aloof image of the Eldest Miss from the past.
*
In the evening, the production team arranged another solo interview for Hannah.
Unlike before, this time Hannah was directly pulled to the interview right after leaving the practice room.
Without any makeup or styling, even her face was still covered in sweat, looking somewhat disheveled.
But when she looked at the camera, her lips, rosy from intense exercise, bore a gorgeous smile. Her eyelashes fluttered like dewdrops on a brilliant red rose.
Stunning yet pure.
The cameramen behind the lens couldn’t help but swallow, looking at Joan King next to them and asked, "Joan, are we really not going to touch up Hannah Winter’s look?"
Joan was holding the preprepared questions, looking at Hannah on the screen, she frowned, somewhat impatient, "This will do."
If she weren’t an employee, she would’ve exclaimed at the girl’s appearance in front of her.
Hannah was born for this.
This is a thought that would emerge in the minds of everyone who saw her.
Joan, who knew a bit of the insider info, couldn’t understand. Why would anyone choose Tiffany Lynch over Hannah Winter?
Are the big bosses really more interested in the innocent type like Little White?
Joan didn’t understand, but she has been paid to do as told. She looked down at the notebook in her hand and posed the first question of the day, "Hannah Winter, why did you think of helping others at such a crucial time? Don’t you think it wastes your own time?"
Joan’s gaze was sharp, the question was full of traps.
Hannah slightly curled her lips, resting her folded hands on her thighs, "Because I want to, so I did."
As plain as it could be.
Joan’s mouth was stiff as she asked the next question, "As a trainee in Class B, you’ve been spending every day at Class D, is it because you don’t have a good relationship with the trainees in Class B?"
Hannah remained calm, "A week of living together, a hundred trainees. I can’t remember everyone’s names, nor can I recall everyone’s face."
The implication was clear, she’s not close to anyone.
Joan kept asking, the questions became more complex, "Even the trainees in Class A may not feel confident about their strengths, aren’t you afraid that you might hinder others’ progress due to inadequate teaching?"
Hannah said: "Poor grading doesn’t mean poor skills, poor skills doesn’t mean lack of vision. Aside from my looks, I’ve always been confident in my abilities."
The atmosphere on the set was a bit tense, even the initially aggressive Joan seemed a bit overwhelmed by Hannah’s cold attitude.
In the past, when interviewing other trainees, they would ponder upon their answers, afraid that any incorrect statement would lead to extraneous interpretations.
But Hannah didn’t seem to have such worries.
Whether it was the speed of her responses or her tone, she exuded an attitude of calmness and indifference. There was confidence and defiance in her words.
