"Emma? Emma!" The voice of suppressing anger pulled Emma Stone out of the distracted world. She suddenly raised her head, and then saw the expressionless face of the acting teacher. The anger revealed in her eyes was clearly visible. She turned around in panic and looked around and found that everyone's eyes in the classroom were focused on her, but her brain was blank, and she didn't understand what was happening just now.

"Emma, ​​this is the fourth time you have been distracted in class in two days. If you think this class is not worthy of attention, then you should choose to leave. Hollywood is a place full of countless opportunities, and class is not the only choice; but if you think you need the accumulation of this class, please show your professional attitude. No director will want to see his actors not concentrate enough in the performance! No!"

The acting teacher's voice was like a tight string, clearly conveying his anger, which made Emma lower her head in shame and accept all the scolding apologetically. "Stay fifteen minutes!" The teacher finally dropped this sentence and turned around and left the room.

There was a silence in the classroom. After about two seconds of pause, everyone's discussion slowly sounded, and soon they fell into the noise of daily life, which made Emma's tense shoulders relax slightly, "Emma, ​​are you okay?" A worried voice came from his ears. He raised his head and crashed into a breathtaking light blue eyes. The starry eyes made Emma panic, and the man immediately recalled in her mind. She had to turn her head in a mess and avoid the gaze of those eyes.

Emma's panic made Alexandra Daddario even more worried. She patted Emma on the shoulder gently. The gentle movement made Emma stunned, "Emma? What happened?" Emma then realized that she had an illusion that she was not even a man around her, and her eyes were far less thrilling. The immaturity and tenderness in her pupils were clear at a glance. Alexandra had just arrived in Los Angeles not long ago and joined their acting class. Although she was two years older than Emma, ​​the two soon became friends.

Emma shook her head, "It's okay." But she also knew that she didn't seem to be fine just now, but this was the fact. She had to repeat it again, "It's okay. Really. I'm just... just distracted." Her brain was empty, and she could hardly find any thoughts. She was just dazed and distracted, as if even thinking was so hard. Or to be more precise, she didn't know what she should think.

"I told you! I told you!" The noisy sound next to him interrupted Alexandra's words. She and Emma couldn't help but look up and follow the sound - because half of the classroom gathered over, the girl standing in the middle holding a newspaper in her hand and said excitedly, "I just said that Kayla and Lance are dating! I told you!"

"Date?" The group of girls took a breath, and surprise and envy flashed in their eyes.

"Don't pay attention." Before Emma's brain could speak out, her body had already taken the lead in making a move - she stood up and walked towards the crowd. Alexandra wanted to hold Emma. However, her movements were half a beat slower, and she only grabbed a gust of wind, and then she followed her.

The girl held a copy of the Los Angeles Times in her hand and posted a huge photo in the center of the entertainment version. The photo consists of three parts, from left to right, "Candyla leaves the hotel", "Lance leaves the hotel", clearly pieced together the details of a night's date. The huge title came into view, "Lance and Kayla spend / spring / night together! Hollywood's new golden boy and Jade Girl?" became the finishing touch, illuminating the focus of the entire news.

"God! I knew it when the premiere was before, and Kayla and Lance were dating! But they still said no!"

"Artists don't always do this, and they have to deny it even if it happens. I bet with a piece of licorice. Even if the photo is taken this time, both of them will definitely continue to deny it."

"It must be that Kaila took the initiative to hook up/attach Lance. Jesus Christ, how could Kaila deserve Lance? Let that man go and let me do it!"

"They are actually dating? I don't believe it, I absolutely don't believe it! Is this true? Is it true?"

"Of course it's true, this is the 'Los Angeles Times'. If it weren't true, they wouldn't use the entertainment page headlines to report it. Now the paparazzi have completely surrounded Lance and Keira's family, and they will probably see the follow-up report tomorrow or the next day. This is simply the hottest news this summer!"

"I've been in the hotel room for four hours. Oh my god, what did they do inside, hahaha, I just blushed all the time. It seems that someone's staying power is very good!"

"Look, look, when Kaila left, he actually changed into a set of clothes. Does this mean...ahhhhh!"

"Keira is not worthy of a top-notch man like Lance! Please! She is not beautiful and has no figure!"

"If I could date Lance for one night and let me die now, I would, too!"

"I am too, God, Lance is so handsome, those eyes... are simply a work of art!"

There were endless chattering, but soon everyone unified the front and began to appear in a state of idiot. Pink peach blossom halo in their eyes, making the classroom full of spring/light and lively.

But Emma was stunned and did not join everyone's discussion because she knew that all this was arranged and everything was carried out according to Lance's plan. Even Kayla was kept in the dark and became a pawn in Lance's hand.

In an instant, Emma remembered the night, the transaction between Lance and the paparazzi. All the details were so vivid, surging in a tide, occupying every corner of her brain. She could even recall the eyes of the night king, with evil and cold light blooming, and the bloody and cruel smile on the corner of her mouth looked like Hannibal. This made Emma shudder.

However, when she closed her eyes, the memories in her mind began to surge. She saw the bright blue eyes like stars again. The warm smile on the corner of her mouth could almost melt the world. The dandelions that were as if they were electric shocked were floating in the air were everywhere.

Light and darkness, joy and sorrow, happiness and pain, love and fear... Contradictory emotions surged in her mind and kept pulling in her mind. The tearing pain almost made her brain explode.

Alexandra looked at the news title in front of her and opened her eyes wide in surprise. Although she knew that Hollywood would never lack gossip, she saw the news leaked with her own eyes, and it happened a few blocks away from her. This sense of too real and unreality still made her speechless. The exclamation broke through the shackles of her throat and turned into a sound of air flowing out, "This man is really a work of art, Emma, ​​what do you think?" Alexandra turned her head and asked, but saw Emma leaving the crowd of hot discussions. She was stunned for a moment, and then turned to chase after her.

Emma did not walk far away, but walked to the corner of the classroom, then leaned against the wall, sat cross-legged, supported her chin with her right hand, looked at the dull traffic outside the window, and dazed again.

He is a good man, he is a bad man; he is a gentleman, he is a bastard; he is an angel, he is a demon... What is his true face? How many masks does he wear? Which face is his most real face? Is the invincible evil or soft and fragile kindness hidden under that handsome face? Is the bright and warm sunshine or the biting darkness wrapped under that delicate skin?

Chaos, a mess, and countless thoughts were like a mess of yarn, which became more and more messy under the tossing of cat claws.

Alexandra sat down next to Emma, ​​hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to shut up, just sitting quietly aside. Emma raised her head blankly, her eyes turned to the group of chattering and noisy girls in front of her, and suddenly she said, "You said, why can't things be simpler?"

Alexandra obviously didn't understand it, so she raised her head and looked at Emma. Emma rubbed her cheeks with both hands, and then sighed heavily, "Why does a simple thing become so complicated? Like it is like it, hate it is just annoying... but..." But Emma herself didn't know anything, and her words stuck in her chest, and she couldn't spit it out or swallow it. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

Looking at Emma's tender and immature face, she showed a look of trouble. The irritability and annoyance between her eyebrows were churning without any concealment, which made Alexandra laugh and the corners of her mouth gently raised, "Because we all have to grow up." This sentence made Emma stunned, raised her head with confusion, and cast her eyes.

Although she was only two years older than Emma, ​​in the past two years, she walked from New York to Los Angeles, staggering for two years on the road to actors, and struggling in the dream journey; so, perhaps she knew more than Emma, ​​even if it was just a little finger.

Alexandra patted Emma on the shoulder, "Many times, it's really simple to like and hate. It's like they, maybe just because Lance is handsome, and then like it; maybe just because a man smiles at you, because a man wears a white shirt you like, or... or helps you open the glass door of the coffee house and then like it."

These words calmed Emma, ​​her irregular heartbeat gently pounding on her eardrums.
Chapter completed!