The teammate was montarily stunned, then nodded repeatedly as realization dawned on him. After Peter Gingery let go of him, he even thanked Peter.
Oh right, in his elation, he had forgotten that there was a Chief in front of him, resembling a grand Buddha.
"Peter Gingery," Jas Black said with furrowed brows as he watched Peter bounce around like an over-excited monkey, "Sit back down."
Peter chuckled three tis, quietly, and obediently sat back down, then hastily sent Jane Sampson a text ssage. But for so reason, Jane never replied no matter how busy she might be.
When the train arrived at the station, the group headed straight back to the guard team.
Peter’s nerves were still on edge; he wanted to stay with Jas Black, but since Jas was heading to the office, Peter couldn’t follow.
In the office, Jas imdiately dove into so important docunts that had piled up over the last few days. When he got up to get water, he could see from the window below that people were walking by, arm in arm, not sure what they were saying, but their smiling faces were brimming with the joys of spring.
"William King, co in for a mont," Jas called his communications soldier into the office. "I haven’t been at the guard team these two days; was there sothing joyful happening?"
"Ah? Joyful? No, not at all," William King said, looking utterly bewildered.
"Then what are these people so happy about? They’re all gathered in groups talking about what?" Jas asked, pointing at the people passing downstairs.
William King’s face turned stiff, and he stamred without saying a word for a long while, his heart racing with the thought that these people really should learn to hide their frivolous hearts in front of the Chief. How was he supposed to answer such a question?
"Speak," Jas said, not the kind of person to have great patience, so seeing William King’s hesitant manner, his voice turned cold as he pressed for an answer.
Although William was Jas’s communications soldier, he was also afraid of Jas. With Jas’s expression so visibly dark, he would rather face a beating from his teammates than not speak the truth.
"It’s just that everyone has recently beco infatuated with a new star. She’s very beautiful, and everyone’s been talking about her lately," William King’s mouth twitched as he spoke, "Perhaps because it’s a new topic, everyone’s enthusiasm for this subject has been quite high."
"What star?" Jas’s deanor seed to improve significantly, it was just a star, not anything serious.
"An actor, a newcor nad Jane Sampson! She’s really beautiful. Oh, and she’s also a piano prodigy! There are many videos of her playing the piano from before on the internet realm; they sound really amazing, so great that even soone tone-deaf like has saved loads of recordings to listen to," William King tried to paint the goddess in the best light possible, hoping to give their Chief a good impression of his newly-favored star.
"What did you say her na was?" Jas doubted his own hearing.
"Jane Sampson, Jane as in simple, and Sampson as in not too late! Not only is she beautiful, but her na is also especially nice to hear," William King cautiously observed Jas’s expression while trying to lavish praise on the star he had recently starting crushing on, "Jane Sampson is different from other stars."
"You can leave now," said Jas as he put down the water cup in his hand and massaged his temples. Once William King had left, he took out his mobile phone.
Jas was not addicted to the mobile internet, but that didn’t an he didn’t know how to use it.
After googling Jane Sampson’s na, the content on the top of the page that popped up wasn’t videos of Jane playing the piano from before—but twitter hot topics.
As Jas clicked in and took a look around, his face beca so gloomy it was nearly dripping ink.
So this was her ’work’? Engaging in artistic work?
"William King, I have an ergency and need to go ho," Jas told William, took his car key, and imdiately left the guard team.
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