"I said, how old are you?" Paula asked through gritted teeth, her eyes burning.
"Hm, 20."
"Date of birth?"
"December 31, 20X4."
"Ex-boyfriends?"
"No–None?"
"I asked! And why are you stammering? Are you unchaste?!"
[None... I guess.]
'You guess?'
[Just say it, Host.]
'Fine.'
"None."
"Are you sure?!"
"Yes."
Paula's expression relaxed a bit, but her questions continued, swinging in with full force.
"Education level?"
"Hmm..."
[Bachelor's degree.]
It wasn't really mentioned in the novel what the original Aysel's academic qualifications were, so the system also have no complete idea.
"Bachelor's degree."
"Humph, who knows how you got it?" Paula sneered, a judgmental look in her eyes.
She had heard about how dirty the entertainment industry is. For a mere role, they could sleep with someone older than their father.
Like that bitchy woman.
