anwhile, in a video studio in Beijing.
A stylist was blow-drying a man’s hair.
Audrick Zachmann had one leg draped over the table, the short hair on his forehead dyed in a mishmash of colors; he didn’t seem to care, as he was engrossed in playing a ga on his phone.
Sadam Vinson ford a team, which included Govert Griffin and a few other friends he usually played well with.
The ga was in full swing.
Four out of their team of five were dead, leaving only him to enter the final circle.
Audrick bit on a toothpick, looking nonchalant, his peach blossom eyes almost glued to the phone, his hands moving more and more frantically.
With an explosive curse, "Damn!"
His character was ambushed and headshot with a gun.
Their squad was completely wiped out.
Audrick, feeling frustrated, shook his head and was about to send a ssage asking if Sadam Vinson and the rest would co again.
Then he heard the assistant playing on his phone beside him, murmuring doubtfully, "Huh, the person in this video looks like Audrick’s sister, take a look, is that Audrick’s sister?"
The assistant handed the phone to the nearby agent.
The agent also looked surprised and said, "It does look like Audrick’s sister. I’ve seen her photo before, Audrick’s sister has that kind of temperant that is... hard to imitate. This person in the video should be her. Where did you find this?"
The assistant replied timidly, "Hot search."
The agent: "???"
Hot search?
How could Audrick’s sister end up on the hot search?
Still bewildered, the agent heard the conversation between the two and turned his head, extending his hand: "What video, let see."
He thought they were talking about Caryn Zachmann.
So he didn’t really pay much attention.
Little did he know, the obedient assistant handed him the phone, helpfully bringing up the video from the hot search for him. At that mont, Audrick’s leg, which had been resting on the table, instantly dropped down, and he sat up straight, his eyes widening as he watched the video of a girl dressed in a black sweater, casually plucking the strings of a Konghou.
"Holy shit! Nathalie?"
His voice wasn’t soft, startling the agent. The agent quickly apologized with a laugh to the people looking their way, and awkwardly explained, "Sorry, just playing a ga, playing a ga."
While turning back, the agent, whose head was pounding, spoke to the man who didn’t care at all about his own image: "My dear sir, I know you entered the entertainnt circle just for fun. But could you at least, as a top star, pay a little attention to your image outside, in case soone takes photos..."
In the past, Audrick would usually reply carelessly, saying, "If they take photos, let them take photos. I’m selling music, not my face."
This ti, however, he was unusually quiet, his gaze not leaving the video on the phone, he played it from start to end, not satisfied, he dragged the progress bar back to watch it again.
After watching, he pursed his lips tightly, exited the video, and looked up what the assistant ntioned about the hot search.
At the top of Trending Topics hung the words #Mr. Norton’s Student Plays the Konghou Live#.
Mr. Norton’s student??
Audrick’s cheeks twitched violently.
But what concerned him wasn’t that, it was another detail that caught his interest...
"Get that."
He handed the phone back to the assistant and quickly grabbed his own phone, exited the ga, ignoring the ga invite from Sadam Vinson, and found a video he had saved earlier in the gallery.
Opening the video, he placed the two phones side by side, covering the face of Nathalie Quinlan playing the Konghou on the assistant’s phone with his hand, and looked up asking both of them without any expression, "Do they look alike?"
One phone was playing a VCR of Lighten Chaser recorded during an interview with Beijing TV, and the other had Nathalie Quinlan sitting there casually strumming the Konghou.
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