As a professional hobody, he’s living quite comfortably in the hospital.
With his handso, dashing appearance and decent eloquence, he charms the nurses, who often push his wheelchair around the hospital, keeping him company and chatting away; when there’s no strolling or chatting, he takes out the gaming laptop Benjamin Durant bought him and plays gas, living a carefree and happy life.
Nora Scott had just sent a ssage, and her phone vibrated — he replied.
[Miguel Smith]: He said he’s not doing it for now, we’ll talk about it over the sumr vacation.
[Miguel Smith]: He needs to focus on his studies.
[Nora Scott]: Oh.
Seeing the word "studies," Nora recalled that the creator of Maze is supposedly a high school student.
[Miguel Smith]: Don’t worry, once his ga is ready, I’ll let you play it first.
[Miguel Smith]: By the way, do you know the currently trending manga artist, Zero?
Nora exited for a minute, and upon seeing Miguel Smith’s ssage, she squinted slightly.
[Nora Scott]: Yeah, what’s up?
[Miguel Smith]: Turns out she’s a girl!
[Miguel Smith]: [Image]
[Miguel Smith]: Doesn’t this figure look a lot like you?
Nora paused, opening the picture to see the silhouette photo uploaded by Pedro Langley.
Her eyes darkened; she thought Miguel Smith had found out, but then the dimwit suddenly sent a string of ssages.
[Miguel Smith]: But she definitely isn’t you!
[Miguel Smith]: Hahaha!
[Miguel Smith]: So full of energy! Vibrant and lively; definitely a youthful girl!
[Miguel Smith]: When it cos to temperant, you’re far apart from her.
Nora Scott: ???
This bastard...
[Nora Scott]: Haven’t you thought that what if I really am her?
[Miguel Smith]: →_→
[Miguel Smith]: Gorgeous girl, just enjoy your beauty. There’s no need to dream.
[Miguel Smith]: Words like energetic have nothing to do with you.
[Miguel Smith]: Besides, she already has a boyfriend. Single-Nora, do you have one?
Nora’s mouth twitched slightly.
She didn’t bother to pay attention to him.
Putting her phone on silent, Nora put on her Bluetooth earphones to play music, tossed her phone back into her backpack, and didn’t care anymore.
*
Online.
More and more fans and onlookers are voluntarily joining the "Expose Zero" campaign.
Looking for a "black string" among thousands of photos is like finding a needle in a haystack.
However, defiant netizens did yield so results after six long hours of comparison and digging.
Three photos.
The first: In the corner of a selfie, a silhouetted glimpse of two people holding hands. The tall, long-legged man looks noble; the tall, cool woman exudes a refreshing aura.
The second: Snapped while leaving the scene, only a partial side of the woman is visible, but because it’s raining, she’s covered in a disposable raincoat that obscures her side profile.
The third: They’re kissing in the rain! The only raincoat is on the woman, surrounded by cheering, hugging people. Their sweet monts belonged solely to them, yet they perfectly integrated with the surrounding atmosphere.
When the first and second photos were found, netizens just scread—
[Holy crap, this pair looks so compatible!]
[You can tell they’re a handso man and beautiful woman just from their silhouettes!]
[Who has a photo of Mr. Langley’s silhouette? Quickly compare! See if he’s that dog man!]
[So beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful!]
But after the third photo erged, the tone shifted dramatically—
[Ahhh, so sweet!]
[EDM festival scene, night, drizzle, kissing — what godly romance is this! Locked, locked forever!]
[So romantic! Even in a blurry pic, you can see the sugar! The honey’s about to overflow!]
[Wishing Zero and dog man a lifeti of hand-holding, to grow old together!]
[Dog massacre! Large-scale dog massacre scene! Are the netizens who dug out a mouthful of dog food satisfied?]
[Waaa, I just hope Zero is indeed a woman, absolutely the girl in the photo. My God Z deserves the world’s most wonderful romance!]
...
Thus, what started as a "Expose Zero" collective action turned into a netizens’ collective dog food hunt by the end.
On this day, two big news pieces ca out of the entertainnt industry — one male celebrity’s affair, another celebrity couple publicly acknowledging their relationship.
But, their buzz was overshadowed by "Zero and the dog man," netizens autonomously chose to turn a blind eye, with reporting dia only casually ntioning them, focusing heavily on Zero.
*
In the afternoon, in the hotel.
Nora Scott, who started catching up on sleep as soon as she arrived at the hotel, was awakened by the noisy commotion in the corridor outside.
Rolling over in bed, Nora was extrely annoyed, endured and endured, and finally erupted, flipping off the covers and stepping into slippers to open the door.
However—
The "dispute" outside was already nearing its end.
Standing in the corridor were four people.
Two of them Nora knew — one was the gentle-looking, softly-smiling Katherine Collins, another was the high and mighty, furious Luna Durant.
The other two figures, one was the hotel manager, looking a bit displeased; the other was pushing two large suitcases, silent and presumably Luna Durant’s assistant.
"Katherine Collins, don’t you regret it!"
The clearly thwarted Luna Durant harshly retorted in front of Katherine Collins.
Katherine smiled gently, responding politely, "Thank you, I won’t."
"You—"
Words stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down.
Eventually, Luna Durant glared at her assistant, tossed a "Let’s go," and stomped off towards the elevator in her high heels.
The assistant shrank his neck, lowered his head, obediently pushing the two suitcases, lumbering behind Luna Durant.
Beside them, the manager wore a troubled expression, furrowing his brows and warning Katherine Collins, "Miss Collins, you shouldn’t have offended her."
"We’re new here and don’t an to make trouble. However," pausing a mont, Katherine appeared gentle but was inherently assertive, "if the hotel tries to accommodate others without my consent again, I will file a complaint."
The manager was stumped.
After a pause, he shook his head and walked away in defeat.
Watching the manager’s retreating figure, Katherine shrugged, showing no trace of fear.
"What’s going on?"
Nora leaned against the doorway, asking aloud.
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