No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1805: Married Life Daily (33)

The kids in the village liked to put them inside mosquito nets.

That way, when they opened their eyes, they could see stars.

Hannah thought for a moment, then shook her head, "If you catch one, the other will miss it."

Arnold said, "Then let’s catch two."

Hannah looked up at him, "But we don’t even know if the two we catch are a pair."

That was a problem.

It stumped Arnold. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In the end, they didn’t catch a single firefly, but they took lots of photos.

Big Round and Jin Lian always managed to appear in the frame in all sorts of odd poses.

The moon dropped a little lower, the stars in the sky shimmering and twinkling.

Life in the old town was mostly free and easy, unrestrained and leisurely. Every day, you woke up, pushed open your door, and there in the distance were majestic green hills, while close by, wisps of cooking smoke drifted up from homes.

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A week later, the film academy’s anniversary celebration officially began.

Hannah attended as well.

She met some of her former professors, teachers, and a few classmates.

Many people had disappeared without a trace after graduation—some had persisted in pursuing acting, while others stayed in the entertainment industry for a few years before finally switching careers.

Before coming, Hannah had only informed Jack Stewart.

At that moment, she was sitting in the school’s auditorium watching a performance—a stage play meant to test dialogue proficiency.

Back when they were students, they had similar performances and exams arranged for them, too.

Before Hannah arrived, Hannah Winter had always been at the bottom of every class ranking, criticized relentlessly in front of everyone. After the professors left, her classmates would gather around to mock her.

Especially the girls from her dorm.

But that was all long past now.

Soon after, Hannah participated in a talent show—she was the first from the film academy to do so, and it was hardly well-received.

At the time, idols were scrambling to become actors, but for an actor to join a talent show as a singing-dancing idol? That had never happened—except for Hannah.

There was a divide between idols and actors.

But Hannah was an exception.

Time beautifies the past. By now, when people mentioned the timid girl back then, their words turned into praise.

The light in the audience was dim, and the performance on stage was just beginning; there were people speaking softly in hushed tones.

When Jack arrived, Hannah was still completely focused on the stage performance.

She had a mask on and dressed simply, so the people seated around her didn’t recognize her.

Jack bent down, walked over, sat down, and whispered, "When did you get here?"

Years of friendship—Hannah recognized his voice instantly.

"Not long ago; the performance has just started."

The performers on stage were this year’s freshmen. Perhaps they knew the audience today included entertainment industry insiders, so they threw themselves wholeheartedly into showing off their skills.

Hannah watched attentively, and Jack did too, though not as seriously—his thoughts wandered a bit, reminiscing about the past.

The setting and the people hadn’t changed; only time had shifted. It wasn’t quite a case of "the world has changed," but their outlooks surely had.

When the performance ended, they invited people up to speak.

Typically, one representative was chosen per class.

Originally, the professor wanted Hannah to say a few words, but Hannah glanced over at Jack beside her.

Her former "spokesperson."

"Alright, I’ll do it for you," Jack said as he took off his hat and stood up.

Hannah cheered him on, "Don’t be nervous."

What was there to be nervous about?

Jack chuckled, "This time, you owe me."

"Alright." Hannah waved at him, "Go on then."

Among the row of "spokespeople," Jack’s height stood out the most, along with how much he had changed.