Although she did co to this program, and yielded the spotlight, it didn’t an that she would let Hannah Winter outshine her.
She was just a famous but talentless pop idol. What would remain of her when the hype of the talent show subsided?
She couldn’t help but snicker. However, she quickly put on a sweet smile for the caras.
The two of them had co to an agreent. The only problem was the friction between Cindy and Phoebe.
Phoebe, though introverted and quiet, rembered the negative comnts Cindy had made about her. Even after she’d tried to make ands, Cindy had remained unappreciative. Consequentially, Phoebe decided to spend her ti with Pineapple instead.
Owen Hanson was too busy trying to woo Hilary Quin with romantic gestures, disinterested in involving himself with Phoebe.
The mountain trail was steep. Despite the production crew having cleared a path ahead of ti, the recent rain made the ground muddy and walking burdenso. And amidst all the lush greenery, spotting the never seen before herbs was easier said than done.
Jas Landon was the first to reach a flat piece of land and extended his hand to assist Hannah, who was right behind him.
Just as Hannah reached out to take his hand, Matthew Quach chid in coldly, "Who wears a skirt for mountain climbing? Don’t cry when you fall and die."
"Even if I die from a fall, at least I’ll die pretty in a skirt."
Hannah took Jas’s hand, crossing over the obstacle with slight effort. The sunlight hit her face, accentuating her features, making her look like a pearl enveloped in a hazy aura.
Jas knew her playful nature well, and chuckled in response, "I won’t let you fall."
The two shared a smile.
Matthew glanced at them, his discontent noticeably lesser compared to what he felt towards Owen. He soon turned away, grumbling under his breath.
After a short while, George Quach instructed all four teams to split up. Hannah had no choice but to bid Jas goodbye reluctantly.
Throughout the mountain climbing, Jas had imnsely helped her. It wouldn’t be far from the truth to say that he fell short of just carrying her up the hill.
Upon seeing this, Matthew couldn’t help but comnt, "He can’t help you, no matter how much you look at him. This is a competition, no one is going to go easy on you."
"How would you know he’s not?". Hannah responded with a trace of a smile on her lips.
Matthew spun around irritated, carrying his basket deeper into the forest, "Anyway, I just know he won’t."
Hannah followed behind him, humming a tune to herself. Her voice, lodious as the oriole’s in the mountains.
Matthew couldn’t help but listen in. She was humming ’The little mushroom picker.’
He glanced at the basket in his hand, and almost threw it away in exasperation.
Two caran followed each of them closely, taking turns filming each.
After a while, Hannah, feeling bored, struck up a conversation with the caraman.
She laughed and asked trivial questions, with an enchanting seriousness.
She asked how many years he’d been working.
And whether she was the most impressive actress he’d ever t.
The caraman did not dare to answer or even look at Hannah’s face. He wished he could bury his head in his chest.
In the end, it was Matthew who ca over and pulled him away, "Can’t you focus on the mission?"
Hannah glanced at Matthew’s half-filled basket. She couldn’t suppress her laughter, "Are you here to pick vegetables or herbs? Why do you have so much? Are you afraid we will have no dinner tonight?"
Matthew’s face turned red, "There are so many herbs, who knows which one is which, it’s always better to pick more."
Even though the production crew had provided pictures, the real herbs did not look exactly like their photographs.
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