"..." Jane Sampson couldn’t find any other words to describe how she felt at that mont.
"Hahaha! That’s hilarious!" Hibiscus Wood laughed so hard she was pounding the ground, "Four to four now! And we’re leading by four points!"
"As long as we keep our king safe, dinner will be ours," Mair Williams said with smug satisfaction.
Jane Sampson shook her head, confident in her own judgnt that although Benjamin Worthington was quite capable, having been an athlete before transitioning to this new role, he probably wasn’t stronger than John River and his team.
Lieutenant Johnson had assigned her three exceptionally capable people, so even if it was just the three of them against the opposing four, there shouldn’t be a problem, not to ntion they had the especially clever Charlie Peterson on their side.
After analyzing the strengths of the two teams, Jane felt even more assured. Seeing a ripe, red peach within reach, she stretched out her hand, plucked it off the tree, took out a small knife to peel the peach, and then took a big bite.
"So sweet," Jane said with a look of pleasant surprise, "Mair, Hibiscus Wood, these ripe peaches are really sweet. Do you want a couple? I’m not joking; I can pick them from up here, and you can catch them in soone’s clothes underneath, so they don’t fall to the ground and get bruised."
Before Hibiscus Wood and Mair Williams could say a word, a staff mber next to them couldn’t resist the temptation.
"Sister Helen Watson, can we borrow your scarf to catch a couple of peaches?" the male personnel next to her asked, having noticed that Helen Watson was wearing a scarf.
"Straight n are scary," Mair Williams shook her head, "You want Sister Helen Watson to use her expensive scarf to catch peaches for you? Would you look at that and see if Sister Helen Watson is going to tear you apart."
"Use your T-shirt to catch them!" Helen Watson slapped the back of the boy’s head with a palm.
The boy hesitated a bit, seemingly unable to resist the temptation of Jane Sampson, who was persistently claiming how sweet the peaches were as she bit into them atop the tree. Finally, he took off his shirt and called for assistance, while Jane picked the ripe ones from the tree and the two n used the shirt to catch them underneath.
At that mont, such a scene filled the caraman’s lens.
The only thought running through the caraman’s mind was that it was a good thing Jane Sampson hadn’t gone astray because, with her skills, she could have easily brainwashed soone.
She had everyone hooked, unable to stay in their seats.
The cinematographer might not know what was happening elsewhere, but at his location, each person was crunching on a peach, and even Hibiscus Wood and Mair Williams were no exception. Just like Jane had said, they were indeed quite sweet.
The atmosphere here was so relaxed that one might think they were out camping. Jane Sampson had been eating and feeding the people below all afternoon.
It was around four o’clock when different news finally ca from the other filming crew.
"Heard that Benjamin Worthington was chased into the water! There’s a small lake in the mountain village where Benjamin jumped in and decided to just stay there," Helen Watson, smiling at the ssage on her mobile phone, laughed and slapped her thigh, "The show’s director must be watching with his mouth wide open, this is too intriguing!"
One climbs a tree, the other plunges into the water.
The kings from the first and second teams both struggle desperately in their own ways.
Upon hearing Helen Watson’s words from atop the tree, Jane Sampson let out a laugh, "Benjamin went into the water, huh? That’s much worse than my choice of climbing a tree! How uncomfortable it must be to soak in the water."
"Between climbing a tree and going into the water, climbing a tree is definitely more relaxed!" Helen agreed, "But those chasing after him, especially those three helpers from your team — which one of them isn’t streets ahead of Benjamin Worthington when it cos to climbing trees?"
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