"Genius girl? What genius girl?!"
"That's really Angela, she made it to the newspaper?!"
"That's hard to imagine, how did she do that?!"
The classroom was immediately thrown into chaos as a few girls with good relationships rushed over, their curiosity piqued. One of them quickly snatched the newspaper out of Sally's hand, unfolded it in front of them, and read the article aloud.
Meanwhile, Angela sat in a daze, unsure how to navigate this sudden whirlwind of attention. Weren't they the ones who had previously shown apathy towards newspapers?
"Angela, why didn't you tell us all this?" Sally, now standing in front of Angela, excitedly grabbed her arm and exclaimed, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere! So you're the one behind《The Parent Trap》and you're a screenwriter too. The newspaper says that your movies as a screenwriter have all surpassed the one hundred million mark. That's incredible!"
In the face of Sally's animated conversation, Angela could only manage a wry smile. She raised her hands, ready to say something, but before she could utter a word, the girl holding the newspaper finished reading it.
At that moment, the other girls, who usually shared a harmonious relationship with Angela, also gathered around her and flooded her with questions - questions like "Is making movies fun? "Have you met many celebrities?" "How do you write scripts?"-reminiscent of her elementary school classmates' questions when《The Parent Trap》premiered.
"Please, listen to me. We're about to start classes. If you have any questions, we can discuss them after class or during lunch, okay?" Faced with the onslaught of girls, Angela had no choice but to stand up and raise her voice. She had expected that their curiosity would eventually subside. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
The girls continued their animated exchange, the excitement escalating. Angela's feelings were pushed aside; she felt like an animal on display in a zoo. Adding to her annoyance, the onlookers who had been watching couldn't resist joining in the discussions.
In the midst of this cacophony, a stern voice cut through the tumult, "Have I come to the wrong place? When did this classroom transform into a bustling marketplace?!"
The room fell silent. Miss Martha, their French teacher, stood at the front of the classroom, her gaze sweeping over the students with stern reproach.
"I must express my disappointment in all of you, girls. The bell has been ringing for several minutes, and yet the noise continues unabated, like a flock of unruly ducks! What could be so important that you've completely disregarded the bell?" Her eyes landed on the scattered newspapers strewn across the desks, the entertainment section conveniently displaying Angela's half-length portrait.
"The Hollywood's Genius Girl?" Miss Martha grabbed the newspaper and quickly scanned its contents before turning her stern gaze to Angela, "I'm afraid there may be a misunderstanding, Miss Angela. This is a classroom, not a press conference for you."
"Miss Martha, there may be a misunderstanding..." Angela tried to explain, but Miss Martha raised her hand and signaled for her to stop, "That will be enough, Miss Angela. The class is in session now. Your explanation can wait. However, I will be expecting you in my office after class."
Angela parted her lips to reply, but finally succumbed to a resigned sigh, "Yes, Miss Martha.
...
"'The news is spreading as fast as gossip," Sarah remarked, observing the bustling round table in the cafeteria that had attracted a crowd. She found the situation rather amusing.
"Angela didn't say anything when she was asked to go to her office?" Another girl asked. Her name was Polly.
"Vicky, what should we do? Should we just let it go?" Anna chimed in.
"Let it go? No way am I going to let that happen!" Vicky replied through clenched teeth, her expression a mixture of emotions as she looked over at Angela. "All right, I'll admit she's impressive. She's good at writing scripts and acting, although her sense of style hardly passes the test. But that doesn't mean that a petite brat, an act-cute pretender, a girl who can't even tell the difference between clothing brands, has the right to criticize me! I can't stand that!"
"Did she really criticize you?" Sarah muttered under her breath.
Vicky, however, caught the whisper and widened her eyes, "Sarah!"
"Oh, never mind. I mean, she's a celebrity at school now, too. Maybe we shouldn't prank her like we do others," Sarah quickly clarified.
"Then let's come up with a plan. The few of us should be able to brainstorm," Vicky insisted. However, the girls exchanged glances as they struggled to find the right words. For these girls who usually enjoyed dressing up and playing pranks, coming up with a plan to prank someone without implicating themselves was becoming a challenge.
Just then, Marcy arrived with her tray and exclaimed, "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Why are you so late, Marcy?" Vicky expressed a hint of annoyance. "I thought you were ditching us."
"Seriously, don't we always sit at table number 5? You changed the location without telling me," Marcy said with a hint of irritation.
"Fine, my mistake. So, what's going on?" Marcy sat down.
Anna recounted the earlier discussion and let out a sigh. "I can't think of anything, at least not yet."
Polly and Marcy added their thoughts, and then all eyes turned to Vicky. Even though she was at a loss, she couldn't show it, it would dampen their spirits. But she couldn't procrastinate any longer. Just then, Marcy leaned in and spoke up, "Actually, I overheard something that might help."
"What did you hear?" Vicky's excitement was palpable.
"Well...um..." Marcy leaned in closer and the girls gathered around to hear her whisper, "Before I went to the cafeteria, I passed by the gym and overheard Mr. Blake from the administration talking to some of the teachers. He mentioned that they've instructed all the teachers to prevent students from harassing Angela and to make sure that no information is leaked to the media!"
Vicky's eyes lit up. She thought for a few moments before nodding, "Hey, girls, I have an idea."
"Are you thinking of contacting a newspaper or TV station?" Anna hesitated to ask.
"Why not?" Vicky said confidently, "Don't worry, with so many people in the school, it won't be traced back to us." She waved her hand dismissively.
"We have nothing to lose. Imagine the look on her face when she's swarmed by the media and feels completely powerless. It's an exciting thought!"
...
"Lily, what's wrong with you today? Why have you been avoiding talking to me?" After tennis practice, Angela, who couldn't participate in strenuous activities due to a certain situation, finally tracked down Lily. She had been distant since the morning.
"It's nothing, Angela, really," Lily forced a smile, gathered her things and headed to the locker room to change into her regular clothes. The last class of the day ended.
"Can you please just tell me what's bothering you?" Angela's patience was wearing thin. Even though she was in her usual favorite place, the women's locker room, she couldn't concentrate on her surroundings. After all, Lily was her first friend at Rosewood, and no matter how you cut it, she couldn't be ignored.
Angela had a sense of reason, to a certain extent. She wasn't naive, and when she thought about it, the lack of knowledge about jeans brands was something. But it wasn't really her fault. Angela was aware that her parents were wealthy, but she had no idea how much. She was completely in the dark, even with a duke for a grandfather right in front of her. Besides, her family was quite strict. Her parents never gave her much pocket money, so she turned to writing stories and scripts to earn extra money.
"All right, if you think I'm being dishonest, I apologize, but... there are really a lot of things I don't know. I'm really clueless in this area. My focus has been on things like screenwriting..." Angela tried to clarify, but no matter how she phrased it, it felt inadequate and added to her frustration.
"No, Angela, it's not like that. I'm just... I'm just..." Lily managed a faint smile as she changed into her everyday clothes, struggling to articulate her thoughts.
"All right, Lily, remember, I'm still the same Angela you first met. Let go of those confusing thoughts and don't overanalyze it, okay?" Angela said seriously.
Lily fell into a brief silence before lifting her head. "I wanted to say... I'm sorry, Angela. I really shouldn't have..."
"All right, Lily," Angela smiled warmly, "We don't owe each other any apologies, do we? We're friends!"
"Yes, we're friends!" Lily's smile brightened as well.
"Okay, now that school's over, let's walk home together, either by foot or in my car," Angela suggested, patting Lily on the shoulder. They walked out of the school gates side by side, just like in old times.
"Angie, did Miss Martha give you a hard time in her office?"
"Oh no, actually we went to the administration office and then Mr. Blake talked to me."
"Really? He didn't say much?"
"No, he just expressed his hope that it wouldn't happen again."
Angela answered somewhat absentmindedly, the image of Mr. Blake's slightly chubby, smiling face reappearing in her mind.
She didn't tell the whole truth, while Mr. Blake did express his desire for no recurrence, he also assured her that her attendance at the school would not be leaked to the media. It was as if someone had spoken to him beforehand.
Lost in thought, she only snapped out of it when she realized that numerous microphones were pointed in her direction.
"Genius girl? What genius girl?!"
"That's really Angela, she made it to the newspaper?!"
"That's hard to imagine, how did she do that?!"
The classroom was immediately thrown into chaos as a few girls with good relationships rushed over, their curiosity piqued. One of them quickly snatched the newspaper out of Sally's hand, unfolded it in front of them, and read the article aloud.
Meanwhile, Angela sat in a daze, unsure how to navigate this sudden whirlwind of attention. Weren't they the ones who had previously shown apathy towards newspapers?
"Angela, why didn't you tell us all this?" Sally, now standing in front of Angela, excitedly grabbed her arm and exclaimed, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere! So you're the one behind《The Parent Trap》and you're a screenwriter too. The newspaper says that your movies as a screenwriter have all surpassed the one hundred million mark. That's incredible!"
In the face of Sally's animated conversation, Angela could only manage a wry smile. She raised her hands, ready to say something, but before she could utter a word, the girl holding the newspaper finished reading it.
At that moment, the other girls, who usually shared a harmonious relationship with Angela, also gathered around her and flooded her with questions - questions like "Is making movies fun? "Have you met many celebrities?" "How do you write scripts?"-reminiscent of her elementary school classmates' questions when《The Parent Trap》premiered.
"Please, listen to me. We're about to start classes. If you have any questions, we can discuss them after class or during lunch, okay?" Faced with the onslaught of girls, Angela had no choice but to stand up and raise her voice. She had expected that their curiosity would eventually subside. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
The girls continued their animated exchange, the excitement escalating. Angela's feelings were pushed aside; she felt like an animal on display in a zoo. Adding to her annoyance, the onlookers who had been watching couldn't resist joining in the discussions.
In the midst of this cacophony, a stern voice cut through the tumult, "Have I come to the wrong place? When did this classroom transform into a bustling marketplace?!"
The room fell silent. Miss Martha, their French teacher, stood at the front of the classroom, her gaze sweeping over the students with stern reproach.
"I must express my disappointment in all of you, girls. The bell has been ringing for several minutes, and yet the noise continues unabated, like a flock of unruly ducks! What could be so important that you've completely disregarded the bell?" Her eyes landed on the scattered newspapers strewn across the desks, the entertainment section conveniently displaying Angela's half-length portrait.
"The Hollywood's Genius Girl?" Miss Martha grabbed the newspaper and quickly scanned its contents before turning her stern gaze to Angela, "I'm afraid there may be a misunderstanding, Miss Angela. This is a classroom, not a press conference for you."
"Miss Martha, there may be a misunderstanding..." Angela tried to explain, but Miss Martha raised her hand and signaled for her to stop, "That will be enough, Miss Angela. The class is in session now. Your explanation can wait. However, I will be expecting you in my office after class."
Angela parted her lips to reply, but finally succumbed to a resigned sigh, "Yes, Miss Martha.
...
"'The news is spreading as fast as gossip," Sarah remarked, observing the bustling round table in the cafeteria that had attracted a crowd. She found the situation rather amusing.
"Angela didn't say anything when she was asked to go to her office?" Another girl asked. Her name was Polly.
"Vicky, what should we do? Should we just let it go?" Anna chimed in.
"Let it go? No way am I going to let that happen!" Vicky replied through clenched teeth, her expression a mixture of emotions as she looked over at Angela. "All right, I'll admit she's impressive. She's good at writing scripts and acting, although her sense of style hardly passes the test. But that doesn't mean that a petite brat, an act-cute pretender, a girl who can't even tell the difference between clothing brands, has the right to criticize me! I can't stand that!"
"Did she really criticize you?" Sarah muttered under her breath.
Vicky, however, caught the whisper and widened her eyes, "Sarah!"
"Oh, never mind. I mean, she's a celebrity at school now, too. Maybe we shouldn't prank her like we do others," Sarah quickly clarified.
"Then let's come up with a plan. The few of us should be able to brainstorm," Vicky insisted. However, the girls exchanged glances as they struggled to find the right words. For these girls who usually enjoyed dressing up and playing pranks, coming up with a plan to prank someone without implicating themselves was becoming a challenge.
Just then, Marcy arrived with her tray and exclaimed, "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Why are you so late, Marcy?" Vicky expressed a hint of annoyance. "I thought you were ditching us."
"Seriously, don't we always sit at table number 5? You changed the location without telling me," Marcy said with a hint of irritation.
"Fine, my mistake. So, what's going on?" Marcy sat down.
Anna recounted the earlier discussion and let out a sigh. "I can't think of anything, at least not yet."
Polly and Marcy added their thoughts, and then all eyes turned to Vicky. Even though she was at a loss, she couldn't show it, it would dampen their spirits. But she couldn't procrastinate any longer. Just then, Marcy leaned in and spoke up, "Actually, I overheard something that might help."
"What did you hear?" Vicky's excitement was palpable.
"Well...um..." Marcy leaned in closer and the girls gathered around to hear her whisper, "Before I went to the cafeteria, I passed by the gym and overheard Mr. Blake from the administration talking to some of the teachers. He mentioned that they've instructed all the teachers to prevent students from harassing Angela and to make sure that no information is leaked to the media!"
Vicky's eyes lit up. She thought for a few moments before nodding, "Hey, girls, I have an idea."
"Are you thinking of contacting a newspaper or TV station?" Anna hesitated to ask.
"Why not?" Vicky said confidently, "Don't worry, with so many people in the school, it won't be traced back to us." She waved her hand dismissively.
"We have nothing to lose. Imagine the look on her face when she's swarmed by the media and feels completely powerless. It's an exciting thought!"
...
"Lily, what's wrong with you today? Why have you been avoiding talking to me?" After tennis practice, Angela, who couldn't participate in strenuous activities due to a certain situation, finally tracked down Lily. She had been distant since the morning.
"It's nothing, Angela, really," Lily forced a smile, gathered her things and headed to the locker room to change into her regular clothes. The last class of the day ended.
"Can you please just tell me what's bothering you?" Angela's patience was wearing thin. Even though she was in her usual favorite place, the women's locker room, she couldn't concentrate on her surroundings. After all, Lily was her first friend at Rosewood, and no matter how you cut it, she couldn't be ignored.
Angela had a sense of reason, to a certain extent. She wasn't naive, and when she thought about it, the lack of knowledge about jeans brands was something. But it wasn't really her fault. Angela was aware that her parents were wealthy, but she had no idea how much. She was completely in the dark, even with a duke for a grandfather right in front of her. Besides, her family was quite strict. Her parents never gave her much pocket money, so she turned to writing stories and scripts to earn extra money.
"All right, if you think I'm being dishonest, I apologize, but... there are really a lot of things I don't know. I'm really clueless in this area. My focus has been on things like screenwriting..." Angela tried to clarify, but no matter how she phrased it, it felt inadequate and added to her frustration.
"No, Angela, it's not like that. I'm just... I'm just..." Lily managed a faint smile as she changed into her everyday clothes, struggling to articulate her thoughts.
"All right, Lily, remember, I'm still the same Angela you first met. Let go of those confusing thoughts and don't overanalyze it, okay?" Angela said seriously.
Lily fell into a brief silence before lifting her head. "I wanted to say... I'm sorry, Angela. I really shouldn't have..."
"All right, Lily," Angela smiled warmly, "We don't owe each other any apologies, do we? We're friends!"
"Yes, we're friends!" Lily's smile brightened as well.
"Okay, now that school's over, let's walk home together, either by foot or in my car," Angela suggested, patting Lily on the shoulder. They walked out of the school gates side by side, just like in old times.
"Angie, did Miss Martha give you a hard time in her office?"
"Oh no, actually we went to the administration office and then Mr. Blake talked to me."
"Really? He didn't say much?"
"No, he just expressed his hope that it wouldn't happen again."
Angela answered somewhat absentmindedly, the image of Mr. Blake's slightly chubby, smiling face reappearing in her mind.
She didn't tell the whole truth, while Mr. Blake did express his desire for no recurrence, he also assured her that her attendance at the school would not be leaked to the media. It was as if someone had spoken to him beforehand.
Lost in thought, she only snapped out of it when she realized that numerous microphones were pointed in her direction.
