"The shape of the Grand Canyon is extremely irregular, generally running east-west, winding and twisting, like a rebellious giant python, crouching on the Kaibab Plateau..." Geography teacher, Mr. Backus with a goatee He read in cadence, then glanced at the lower classroom, "So, which lady can tell me how many miles it is?"
After a few seconds, two or three girls raised their hands.
"Okay, Miss Burroughs on the left."
"The Grand Canyon should be... 210 miles in length," the girl replied word by word, a little hesitantly, and she could see that she wasn't too sure.
"Very good answer, Miss Burroughs!" Mr. Backus nodded, then continued: "Then what is the average valley depth? What is the average valley bottom width?"
Bo Lai Si opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She frowned and thought carefully. At this moment, a voice sounded across from her: "On average, the depth of the valley is 530 feet, the width of the valley floor is 254 feet, and the total width of the valley is 530 feet. It's about 7,000 square miles."
"Very good, Miss Angela, it's very complete, thank you." Mr. Backus nodded and continued the lesson, while Burroughs focused on the textbook after taking a look at Angela.
Although her movements were fast, the girl still felt a trace of her hidden dissatisfaction, couldn't help but smiled bitterly in her heart, and lowered her head to read.
The bell rang, and as the teacher announced the end of the get out of class, the students of the girls' school packed up and ran out of the classroom, locked the things they didn't need to take back into the lockers, and prepared to go home.
"Hi. Angela. Do you have any new movies coming up?"
"Angela, when are you going to release your second album?"
"Angela, will you win the Best Actress Award next time?"
Although the greetings came and went, more girls looked at her hesitantly from a distance. Angela kept smiling and responded, making it impossible to see that she was perfunctory.
"It's really troublesome for them to be like this all the time. Are you okay, Angie?" After walking out of the building, Lilith, who was following behind, complained a little, and then asked the girl with concern.
"It doesn't matter, isn't it much better than before?" Angela replied lightly.
"Why does Burlese look at you like that, obviously you helped to relieve her," Lilith said again at this time.
"She probably thought I was laughing at her, which is not surprising. Many people in the school now have similar thoughts. Especially after the rumors." Angela said, although she still kept a smile on her face, but her tone was different. Quite bad.
"Angie, I want to say..." Sally on the other side was about to say something, but Lilith next to him glared at her and swallowed her words again.
"What do you want to say?" Angela asked.
"Well, I meant to say... Why don't we spread another rumor to distract everyone's... attention?" Sally said hesitantly. Some are not true.
But the girl didn't care about those, just shrugged: "No, there's no need for that, they can say whatever they want. I don't bother to care about them."
It was almost at the gate of the school. Although more than a week had passed since Oscar night, there were still many media outside. Angela stopped and turned around: "Just come here, otherwise those guys will come around again. already."
"Okay, bye, Angie." Sally nodded, and Lilith hesitated. He also nodded: "Goodbye. Angie."
The girl smiled and walked out of the campus quickly. Walking towards the nearby car, the media quickly rushed up, but faster than them were two bodyguards who got out of the car, two tall white men, blocking Angela and leading her to the car. go up.
Although the reporters kept asking questions with the microphone, the girl always smiled, flashed the flashlight without saying a word, and then got into the car and left.
"It would suck if it was like this every day." In the driver's seat, it was Frank who was the driver.
"It's nothing, as long as it takes a while, they will naturally leave. Besides, I have an exclusive interview to participate in tomorrow night. Without news value, at most one or two paparazzi will stay here." Angela has already looked away. .
"That's annoying, isn't it?" Uncle said with a shrug.
"Then you have to be careful, check yourself, and don't get caught." Angela snorted, and suddenly thought of the rumors in the school, if the reporters... Hell, Lilith may be unintentional, but she does have to take responsibility certain responsibilities.
Angela bit her lip. She still knows a little bit about things at school. Lilith is suspected of contributing to the matter of Vicky's transfer. I heard that she had a private chat with the other party once. In this case... She shook her head. , do not want to think about it.
"What's the matter, what's on your mind?" Frank, who glanced at the rearview mirror, asked while driving.
"It's nothing, it's a small matter." The girl shook her head, grabbed the back of the driver's seat instead, put her head close to her, and said, "It's you, Uncle Frank, don't forget what to say later."
"Yeah, I know, David has other things to do, so I'll drive you home, that's all," Frank repeated, nodding.
"Very good, that's it, but don't betray me, if you let Sister Julia ignore me from now on... You know the consequences!" Angela threatened viciously.
Frank shrugged and stopped talking. The car quickly drove up Beverly Hills. After entering the courtyard, Jennifer waited for her to get off the car as usual with milk.
"Thank you, Aunt Jennifer." Angela took it and drank it, then asked, "Have they come yet?"
"Yes, Miss Roberts, Mr Wells, Mr Everett have all arrived, just arrived, and are in the garden now," Jennifer nodded. "Are you going to go now?"
"Yes." Angela said and took off the backpack and gave it to the housekeeper. "If you can, please bring the folder on the desk in my room to the garden, please?"
Following, she pulled Frank around the mansion and into the garden. The garden is next to the tennis court. It was spring, the flowers were blooming beautifully, and just at the round table in front of the waterfall, Julia and Rupert were chatting and laughing with George.
"Hi, Sister Julia," Angela ran over with a smile and hugged Julia, "you guys are on time."
"How could I not be on time for your date." Julia replied with a smile. When she saw Frank who came with the girl, she was still smiling, but it was a little unnatural.
Angela, who was looking at her, hurriedly put her ear to her and said, "It's none of my business. David has something to take Mom out. Mom only needs to entrust my uncle to pick me up."
Julia didn't speak, just squeezed on her wrist, Angela shrugged, turned to greet George and Rupert.
"Hi, Julie." Frank came over and greeted Julia.
"Hi, Frank." Julia responded lightly, and the two didn't speak much, and the atmosphere between them became a little subtle.
"Okay. Let's talk about the things at hand first." Angela said in a roundabout way at this time, the two sat down at the round table, and then George took out the draft of the script from the briefcase beside him.
"We've read the draft, Miss Angela. According to our previous cooperation, there should be no problem." George said and put the draft on the table.
"Thank you, but don't worry." The girl said with a smile, then divided the draft into two halves and handed them to Julia and Rupert. "I said it. It's written for Sister Julia, so she has the final say on who does it."
George rubbed his nose with a wry smile. Of course he knew this, he had already started to prepare after Angela told him it was written for Julia, and he had been brooding over the last time Warner snatched The Runaway Bride from his hands.
On the other hand, Julia and Rupert seemed a little surprised. Although the girl had already explained the matter of discussing the script when she asked them to come, they did not expect that the draft had been completed. But soon, their surprise was even greater. After Angela took the folder brought by Jennifer, she took out several sheets of paper, and on these papers were painted some colorful sub-shots, although there were only a few characters. pen, but the images of Julia and Rupert come to life on paper.
"Angie, you really surprised me." After quickly reading the draft, Julia flipped through the script and looked at the split shots. The more she read, the more interesting she felt and the more she liked this character.
"I agree, Miss Angela, I think I have to apologize to you. To be honest, I didn't really believe in your rumors before, but now you have completely changed my mind." Rupert nodded again and again. He also likes this gay character very much, "Excuse me, Miss Angela, how did you... How did you come up with the idea."
"If you're referring to that character, I'd say, on Oscar night, you were sitting with Sister Julia for inspiration; if you're referring to the whole story, there's a lot around, usually for one reason or another. There are many stories of breaking up and regretting after a few years. Although the ending is that the heroine Julian let go and blesses the hero, personally I still hope that they can get together in the first place." Angela said She glanced at Julia with deep meaning. She made a small change to the story. She changed the male and female protagonists who broke up because of the weakening of their relationship into one who broke up because of a quarrel over a trivial matter, and became the supporting actress at the wedding. When discussing the shortcomings of the hero with the heroine before, she used what her uncle had as much as possible, and even changed the hero's name to Franklin. Angela didn't believe that Julia would not be moved.
Sure enough, Julia, who heard her story, was slightly taken aback and became thoughtful. Angela quickly coughed and said to George, "Mr. George, I have a question that I want to talk to you privately."
George was stunned for a while. Although he didn't know what was going on, he still stood up cooperatively: "Of course there is no problem."
Following the girl, she gave Rupert another look. The other party was aware of the atmosphere between Frank and Julia when she was speaking, and immediately stood up: "Miss Angela, where is the bathroom?"
"Come with me." Angela blinked, and the three quickly left the garden. When Julia came back to her senses, only Frank was left in front of her.