Angela woke up in a daze under Annie's soft call. She subconsciously pulled the blanket over her body, yawned and sat up straight: "Are we there yet, Annie?"
"Yes, we'll be on Long Island in about 20 minutes." Annie nodded, picked up the thermos and shook it: "Do you want to drink water? You've slept for about an hour, and you should feel thirsty."
Hearing her say this, Angela really found that her mouth was a little dry, and nodded immediately: "Okay, thank you."
Drinking the warm water in the cup, Angela watched the streets of New York through the car window. After more than three hours of bumps, she finally returned from Boston to the economic center of the world, and for the first time, it was close to midnight. Although the street lights are still bright, there are many fewer pedestrians on the street than during the day, but for some people, the nightlife is just beginning.
Angela declined Benita's invitation and rushed to the studio after class in the afternoon before leaving for New York at 8 o'clock. To be honest, she was somewhat curious about sorority parties. Sorority and fraternity are the traditions of American universities. Clubs, in short, are the campus version of celebrity clubs. Members are usually wealthy and wealthy children of prominent status. Unlike the popular political alliance Skull and Bones, the Brotherhood is just a simple and loose business alliance, and the conditions for membership are also looser than that of the Skull and Bones. Some, technically speaking, Skull and Bones grew out of the fraternity at Yale University.
Of course, both the Brotherhood and the Skull and Bones are only used to build a network of personal connections, so that no matter whether they are engaged in politics or business in the future, they can obtain the favor and help of their members to a certain extent. Benita is not currently a member of the sorority, but that doesn't prevent her from participating in the sorority's side parties, and she doesn't hide her thoughts: enter the sorority through Angela.
Angela understood her thoughts. She had some understanding of these before entering the school. She knew that many students would try to join the club regardless of their studies. As I said before, this is a network of connections. However, Angela herself has no plans to join the club, although it is absolutely fine to join the club based on her identity and achievements.
First of all, she didn't like the initiation ceremonies she knew from the documents - God knows if they would ask her to run naked on campus in the dead of night; secondly, she didn't feel like she needed the help of the sorority, she had no business She is talented, and there are probably not many people in the Harvard Sisterhood who can speak in the film industry in the future; again, even if such a network of contacts can help her in other aspects, it does not mean that it can cover up in all aspects, and Once you join the membership, you have to put on responsibilities and so on—if someone who is also a member comes to her one day and wants to help, unless there is an irresistible reason, it cannot be refused. So Angela should stay away from being a member of the sorority.
But that doesn't mean she can't go to the sisters' party and do Benita a small favor, if the latter is really worth her favor. But definitely not this weekend, because Angela can't wait to get back to New York.
Although grandpa and grandma had already slept, the housekeeper in Maas, who had been notified early, had been waiting for their arrival. Angela, who lived in grandpa's villa, fell asleep comfortably on the bed after taking a hot bath until the second day. sky-
"Hey, Nat, how are you doing?" Angela smiled as she looked at the girl in front of her with her arms open, her straight long hair hanging down from her face and a few strands of bangs slid across her forehead, she looked like this now It's like the word "clean and refined" exists.
"Not bad. I passed 3 APs this year, and 3 more next year. If I get a perfect score on the SAT, it shouldn't be a big problem." Natalie hugged Angela gently, while pretending not to know she was on her arm I squeezed hard.
"I remember your goal is the National Scholar Award, so you have to pass at least 8 items?" Angela raised her eyebrows.
"Don't think that everyone is the one who can pass 9 AP exams despite such intense work and have a GPA of 4.6, great genius!" Natalie rolled her eyes and was very dissatisfied with her sarcastic remarks.
"Sometimes luck is actually very important," Angela laughed, then looked around, "Let's go upstairs."
Looking at her full of anticipation, Natalie suddenly had itchy teeth. She rolled her eyes, nodded and followed behind her. Sure enough, as soon as she entered the room, Angela turned around and closed the door, then hugged Natalie's waist and kissed her. Come over, and Natalie, who was already prepared, raised the book in her hand to block it in front of her for the first time, so Angela's painful cry came after a crisp sound.
"This lesson is to tell you, don't be so anxious about some things." Natalie put down the thick book in her hand calmly, and she was very happy to be able to punish Angela a little. But when she saw Angela bent down and put her hands on her face, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and quickly helped her up: "Are you all right, Angie?"
"Pain!" Angela raised her head with a grunted voice, and Natalie regretted her tears while covering her nose.
"Sorry, I... I didn't think it would become like this, I just wanted to make a joke." Natalie carefully rubbed her straight nose for Angela leaning against the wall, and then complained again: " I've said many times that I'm not going away."
"Is this the proper attitude of apology?" Angela raised her mouth in dissatisfaction, and spoke in a stern voice because her nose was pinched, "The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body!"
Natalie, who was robbed, couldn't help rolling her eyes and immediately retracted her hand, then stared at Angela angrily, but the other party still nagged: "You must know that this can easily cause damage to the nasal mucosa, and the nasal mucosa is very easy to damage. If I'm too fragile, I'll have frequent nosebleeds, and if I have frequent nosebleeds, it will affect my study and work, and affect my... uh!"
Before Angela finished speaking, the annoyed Natalie had blocked her mouth, and pressed her firmly against the wall while clinging to her body, rudely teasing her in her mouth, and then separated again after a long time. .
For a time, the bedroom was so quiet that only the gasps of the two of them could be heard. Natalie glared at Angela with a blushing face, while Angela, who was also blushing, looked like she had succeeded with a wicked smile.
"You bastard! Angie! You bastard!" Natalie roared low against Angela's forehead.
"I'm not that bad, Nat?" Angela's emerald green eyes were curved like crescent moons despite her aggrieved tone.
Natalie, who was watching her, sighed suddenly, hugged her head and put her head on her shoulder: "You are really an asshole, Angie, do you know what I'm most proud of? It's me who is doing things. Calm and sane, and yet I, who can do this in front of anyone, throw it away after a few words from you, I hate the feeling!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Angela's mouth. She knew why Natalie said this, and only when Natalie was angry and dissatisfied with her did Angela know that the other party loved her, but... This has to be said to be a kind of sorrow.
"Okay, Nat, let's talk about something else." Angela let go of Natalie and said softly.
"Okay, so—how's life at Harvard?" Natalie asked after sitting on the edge of the bed with Angela.
"Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?" Angela, who leaned back with both hands on the bed, said with a smile.
"Fake first, then real." Natalie tilted her head and thought.
"The lie is that there is an academic atmosphere there, and there are all kinds of knowledge floating in the air, so you can't help but want to plunge into it and absorb it greedily." Angela waved her arms exaggeratedly and said in an aria tone. , After Natalie blinked her eyes and nodded solemnly, she simply fell on the bed again, and groaned in a weak voice: "It's really terrible, the time between each class is too long. , made me have to stay on campus until all the classes were done before I could go to the studio to do post editing! I left school at 3 or 4 pm almost every day and came back at 9 or 10 pm The dormitory, which directly led to the slow progress of the film production, I almost jumped for joy when there was no class yesterday afternoon."
"Actually, you don't have to let the movie be released this year, so that you can edit and produce slowly, don't you?" Natalie lay beside her and looked at her with her hands propped up on her side.
"But this is planned," Angela frowned. "Once there is a change, all plans will have to be readjusted."
"The plan must always be adjusted according to the actual situation, and it cannot be static." Natalie shook her head and brushed Angela's long hair from her forehead. "You are a bit of a bully."
"Okay, maybe," Angela sighed, "Look at the specific situation first, it's acceptable to delay if it really can't be done."
As she said that, she turned over and looked at Natalie with a smile: "You know, Nat, you can never imagine who my roommate is."
"Oh?" Natalie was indifferent.
"Hey, can't you guess?" Angela was a little dissatisfied.
"You let me guess without prompting, how should I guess?" Natalie rolled her eyes.
"Okay, then..." Angela rubbed her nose in embarrassment, "remember the book I read to you when I slipped back home after the second concert at Madison Square Garden last time. Poems?"
"The book of poems about... travels in France?"
"Bingo! The author of the poetry book is my roommate."
"God, this is amazing."
It is always very happy to have a lover by your side. Although you can't show too many feelings in front of others, they are lovers in love in the bedroom, reading poetry, chatting, discussing various issues, or playing music and painting. And of course sex.
Especially Angela was leaving on Sunday afternoon. They only had one night. Natalie burst out the enthusiasm she had accumulated for a long time. Only then fell asleep.
Even though I woke up late, the Sunday morning was still pleasant, but even though there were still a few hours in the afternoon, Angela had to separate from Natalie first, and she had one more thing than Natalie when she returned to New York this time. To do - break up.
"Finally free?" Angela asked the man in front of her with a smile, her hands on her knees looking very ladylike.
"That's right, but I suddenly feel reluctant." Jonathan laughed and shook his head, then looked at the opposite street through the restaurant's window. The two's high-profile trip in the afternoon attracted many reporters.
"Don't tell me, you're really in love with me, Joe." Angela said jokingly.
"This joke is not funny, Angie." Jonathan raised his eyebrows, but after thinking carefully, he nodded again: "To be honest, although I don't spend much time with you, I think if you are a man, I'm afraid I will really love you."
"Let's talk after the trick, Joe, I don't want anything to go wrong." Angela, who was a bit chilly, said quickly.
"Okay, okay, although your fame has caused a lot of trouble, you have really helped us a lot," Jonathan said, raising the glass in his hand, "I hope we are still friends."
"Of course, we will." Angela nodded and held up the juice in her hand, "Say hello to Walter for me, and bless you all at the same time." The two cups touched and dinged in the air.
After leaving the restaurant, night fell and the two parted ways to say goodbye. This performance planned by Angela was perfect, especially the parting conversation. She gave full play to her acting skills, hesitating, reluctant, and calm. , Indifferent, these expressions were written on their faces for the reporters who came around to take enough shots, and the lines were also paradoxical, "So, that's it", "Can I see you in the future?", "I know, Thank you" and so on enough reporters to speculate wildly, the fly in the ointment is that Jonathan's performance is a bit blunt, but I believe that the reporters will naturally explain it as "being hit" in the next day's reporting.
Of course, there is one more step to do in addition to these. Angela will announce the breakup on her blog as soon as possible.
"… It's really a shame, I think we can only be friends, but Joe obviously thinks so, so he seems calm after I broke up. Sometimes I'm really surprised by how well we fit in. , unfortunately that's not the kind of fit of a couple, yes, it's a friend, I can be sure. But even if we break up, it doesn't mean that we are not related anymore. Sometimes we still find time to get together. Sure enough, it feels more like being friends. it is good… "
When Angela returned to Cambridge, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening. After saying hello to Benita, who was a little sullen, she quickly washed up and sat in the bed. She quickly typed her article and clicked to upload. Will the media be hyping it up tomorrow? It's a pity that I announced in advance that even if you fry it, it won't go anywhere. It's worth getting the blog out. Angela thought proudly, looked at the time, picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hey Nat, are you going to bed? I'm going to bed soon... nothing, just going so fast I miss you... I'm not going back to New York every week... that's different, it's another yard across the coast Thing... well, I see, I'll be here waiting for you this time next year."
After turning off the phone and exhaling for a long time, Angela scratched her head and smiled slightly, then turned off the light and went to sleep, it was just a year and it wouldn't be too long.
The next day returned to when the school started, with classes, work, and rest, but because I personally admitted on the blog that I broke up with Jonathan, the number of boys who approached her seemed to increase exponentially, although Angela was never fake. But it still can't stop the enthusiasm of the boys. She has become a problem for all the boys at Harvard University within a month of the start of school. The male students with a little identity are all trying to do this, and some people even open a few bets: who can Successfully accosted Miss Talent, who can successfully date Miss Talent and — who can successfully sleep with Miss Talent!
All these Benitas told Angela, and Angela didn't care when she was a little disgusting, unless someone dared to use force, so she didn't need to show a good face to any boy who wanted to strike up a conversation, of course, from the safety aspect She also had to pay more attention, Beckett and the others could not be close to each other 24 hours a day, so in addition to preparing the anti-wolf spray, she also stepped up to exercise and boxing.
But these are not big problems for the time being. What gave her the most headache was that the breakup with Jonathan made the reporters stay around the university again. Angela knew that she would have problems sooner or later if she was being followed like this every day, but faced with these guys 24 It was also very troublesome to wait when she was young. Even if she managed to sneak out, some guys who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic would often provide information to reporters, which directly caused Angela, who was very upset, to shed her anger at work.
However, the employees did not complain about her strict requirements. Instead, they tried to talk less and do more. Even if they were severely reprimanded, they still agreed that the same situation would never happen. Then, when Angela calmed down and apologized to them, they were generous. It means that no one is in a bad mood.
Angela was initially delighted by the empathy of the staff, but after overhearing one of their conversations, she could only laugh and cry.
"What do they say that women always have a bad temper for a while after a breakup, and if something happens by the way, they will naturally be more unhappy, plus there are paparazzi hanging around the city all day, so it's better Don't offend her, maybe it will be fine in a few days." Angela sitting in front of the piano kept rolling her eyes, "God, I never knew these guys were so gossipy!"
"That's all you asked for. Who asked you to pretend to be in love with Mr. Jonathan, and who asked you to take your anger out on them." Annie, who was standing against the wall, said with a smile and her arms crossed.
"Hey hey, I came here to seek comfort, not to listen to you mocking me." Angela cried out in dissatisfaction.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Annie said helplessly.
"I'm staying out tonight, so..." Angela tilted her head, "I remember you and grandma exchanged ideas in the kitchen on weekends?"