Many people were waiting for this part, and upon hearing these words, many became excited and agitated once again.
"Here, there are a total of ten photos, each one different. Of course, there's also a selfie I stole from her phone," Ye Tiao said, his face not even blushing or out of breath, his expression incredulously calm, "However, there's only one selfie. Would you prefer a candid or..."
Before he could finish, a large crowd below started shouting, "Selfie!"
"I want the selfie too!"
"Ahhh, does the selfie include her face?"
"Shoot, I didn't even think of that, does the selfie include her face?"
"It's probably with a mask on... right?"
...
Ye Tiao, having anticipated this, clapped his hands and said, "Well, there are only ten photos. We'll draw one person at random. Lighting engineer, get ready, 3, 2, 1!"
As the final word dropped, the lights suddenly fell.
Then, they landed on a man's head.
