Jane Sampson had thought the popularity peak of her twitter-like suddenly would last no more than two days, but unexpectedly, it didn’t subside.
Though the topic was not as hot as in the first two days, soone talented managed to create several emoticons out of her famous one-liner.
The pictures were screenshots from her appearance on Mr. Humming’s show, complete with added text and glittery fifty-cent special effects, becoming a new round of popular emoticons.
As for Jane Sampson herself, when she saw this series of emoticons, she truly rejected them in her heart.
"Boss Sampson, not bad, huh? You’ve been topping the charts these past few days!"
Jane was grimacing while scrolling through her emoticons on her mobile phone when Harry Humming peered over her shoulder and teased her with a glance at her phone’s screen.
"Don’t you find them really ugly?" Jane pursed her lips.
"They are quite ugly!" Harry replied swiftly and without hesitation nodded in agreent.
Jane instantly felt disheartened. "The person who made these emoticons must be a hater."
"But these kinds of emoticons are supposed to be cute just like this!" Harry burst into laughter. "You didn’t see how Director Wilson has been gleaming these few days. You and Brother Cheer have been giving the film crew quite the publicity boost. By the way, I heard you’re taking a leave of absence tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Jane nodded. "I need to make a trip to Springtown."
"Your script is also nearing completion, and even Director Wilson has been praising your recent filming state, so we haven’t fallen behind on schedule. Honestly, Jane Sampson, you really surprise . Your progress is visible to the eye. Rember your first day at drama school, performing a romantic scene? It was indescribably awkward, but now, whenever it cos to emotional scenes, with one look towards Brother Cheer, the emotions in your gaze can draw right into the mont."
Although Harry is unreliable when joking around, he’s undoubtedly dedicated and outstanding at work as an actor. Having earned Harry’s approval, Jane couldn’t help but smile with a curve in her eyes.
In the period when she least felt the sensation of a secret crush, Jane would delve into the script Director Wilson had set up for her every day after filming, sotis even staying up all night pondering over it.
Jane has always believed that as an actor, what she has to learn is acting. Personal experiences are certainly important, but one can’t rely solely on personal experiences to perform in every drama. Otherwise, the actors who play psychopathic killers can’t really be expected to kill one or two people, right?
So, Jane always told herself, even if she had no experience with secret crushes, it was okay as long as she was seriously studying, observing, and empathy, she could learn it eventually.
Fortunately, she succeeded.
"When you co back, rember to bring us so snacks. We’ve been up in the mountain village so long, my mouth almost tastes like bird. Harry patted Jane’s shoulder, "I have just this simple request for you, bring so spicy strips."
"I’ll see how it goes," Jane murmured. She would be returning to Capital Province after finishing her work in Springtown, and if Jas Black were around, she might not even be able to buy spicy strips, let alone potato chips!
Thinking of Jas Black, after Harry had left, Jane took out her phone and gave Jas a call. The phone rang a few tis before Jas picked up.
"I’ll be flying to Springtown tomorrow around 10 a.m., and I’ve booked a flight back to Capital Province for 2:30 p.m. the day after tomorrow. Can you pick up then? We could go have dinner at my grandparents’." Jane said, "I’ve arranged with Mr. Carter to practice a bit tomorrow afternoon, then the day after tomorrow we’ll spend a whole day recording and shooting a bit for the MV. The workload isn’t much, so setting aside half a day should be enough."
"I’ll pick you up," said Jas on the phone, talking to Jane while passing by the practice field, where a group seed to be distributing sothing. He didn’t think much of it and stepped over to check what was happening.
"What are you handing out?" Jas didn’t hang up the call and casually asked the group behind him. After asking, his gaze fell on the item in the hands of the person closest to him.
His eyes narrowed, focusing on the three words on the red little notebook in the person’s hand.
—Marriage Certificate.
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