The man lit a cigarette, looking in the direction of the school gate from afar. The smoky mist blurred his cold and handso face, not until the cigarette was completely smoked did he extinguish it with his hand.
He withdrew his gaze and rolled up the car window.
As soon as the man left, it seed he took away the little tenderness he had, "Drive."
*
Hannah didn’t return to school too late; most people were just strolling around the school after having dinner.
Hannah had been wearing her cheongsam all day and hadn’t had a chance to change, attracting a lot of attention.
Previously, most people knew the na Hannah Winter from others’ chitchat and gossip, knowing her as a beauty whom the teachers both adored and despised.
Now, they have finally seen this person from the "legend."
No doubt, she truly was a breathtaking beauty.
As Hannah walked to the bottom of the dormitory building and prepared to go upstairs, she heard a call from sowhere, "Hey, beauty? Beauty?"
Hannah frowned. The voice sounded familiar, but she didn’t see anyone around. Thinking soone was playing a prank, she decided to ignore it.
But the next mont, the voice rang again, louder this ti, "Hey beauty, Hannah Winter, I’m here!"
Hannah turned her head and walked towards the large banyan tree. She peeked behind it to see Jack Stewart and asked with confusion, "What are you hiding here for?"
Jack Stewart raised his index finger irritably, "Isn’t it because I was waiting for you? Where have you been all day? You didn’t pick up my calls, I was about to report you missing to the police! I had to loiter around your dorm, if I didn’t hide, wouldn’t they have arrested for stalking?"
When he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped himself on the face.
Hannah blinked in confusion and instinctively stepped back a few steps.
Feeling Hannah’s gaze, Jack Stewart stretched his lips, opened his hand, and there lay a squashed mosquito. He complained, "There are too many mosquitoes around your dorm. My handso face is about to turn into a bun."
Hannah nodded sympathetically, "Do you want to get so mosquito repellent lotion for you?"
"No need." Jack Stewart waved his hand casually, "I’m here to discuss sothing with you. Getting bitten by mosquitoes was an accident."
Hannah was curious about what Jack wanted to discuss, but felt he just wanted to fool her with so trivial matters.
After all, this wasn’t the first ti.
She was a little helpless, "Did you get into trouble again? Or did you get pimples again? Don’t tell ... you have hemorrhoids?"
This man would notice even if he had one extra hair on his body.
Hearing Hannah say that, Jack Stewart frowningly put his hands on his hips, "What are you thinking? I ca here to talk about you. Is my horizon so narrow? Do I only care about my face?"
Hannah nodded silently, thinking ’Yeah, that’s just like it.’
Jack didn’t notice Hannah’s little action and continued to speak with an especially grand tone, "No, I care about your face too, and from now on, there’s one more thing, your path to stardom!"
With that, Jack took out a neatly folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it to reveal a registration form, "Don’t say I don’t keep my promises. I said I would be your manager and I ant it. Rember that show ’Shining Star Road’ that was crazy popular last year? As soon as I heard they started recruiting for the second season, I brought you the registration form. It’s just a talent show, but if we show our faces there, we might beco famous."
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