Although Cheyenne had been traveling all over the country as an expert, giving lectures to fellow doctors, she had never really been a teacher in the true sense of the word.


    Now, being asked to mark papers, she found the experience absolutely fantastic!


    She even went to great expense to send Lh downstairs to buy a red pen.


    At the beginning, she was full of interest while marking the first test paper, the red pen in her hand swaggering like the brush of a court official, and the test paper itself seemed to turn into a book of life and death.


    By the time she got to the second, third… Ninth paper, her enthusiasm had been worn down by the multitude of red crosses, leaving only a deep-seated anger.


    An anger of wishing to see improvement!


    The mindset of a teacher, hoping for students to excel, gradually took hold.


    In fact, the first ten questions of this test were multiple choice, and when Cheyenne set the questions, she intentionally chose very simple ones to avoid hurting the pride of these high-achieving students.


    In her opinion, these were freebie questions.


    Yet, even so, there were still people who managed to get them wrong, which really got on her nerves.


    So, she took out her phone, snapped a picture and sent it to Reece.


    At the same time, Reece was toiling away in the capital, with no way out as this was thest deadline his family had given him.


    If he couldn’t win the Best Actor award by the end of this year, he would really have to go back home and raise pigs.


    On the set.


    He propped up a yellow umbre in the rest area, with a logo from some advertisingpany printed on it, clearly something the director had picked up from a free trash heap.


    There was no choice, because the crew was really that broke.


    The newly appointed director not only directed the show, but also acted as a producer, part-time supervisor, and even part-time ountant and post-production worker.


    Entrepreneurship is not easy, and every penny counts.


    Nevertheless, the director’s love for Reece was exceptional. Beneath the free advertising umbre, there was even a high-quality Ikea recliner


    When Cheyenne messaged him, he was in the middle of ying a game, and in his eagerness to read her message, he identally died again.


    The teammates in the game immediately started cursing, “You’re so bad at ying a mage. Who gave you the courage?” Although Reece was bad, he couldn’t tolerate being insulted. He handed his phone to Jerome in anger and said, “Bro, help me beat his face.”


    Jerome, however, was not as idle as him. He still had to talk to the editor about the ws in the script. After turning on theputer, he discovered the copse of the supporting character’s personality. Being a pursuit of perfectionist, he immediately announced the suspension of the script for revision.


    Of course, this small problem wouldn’t halt the work for several days, at most, just an afternoon, since, time was money to him.


    However, when he saw Reece’s sulky face, he reluctantly took the phone and smirked as he looked at the “0-8-2” record shining on the screen. His following words were even more venomous than the teammates’:


    “You shouldn’t even insult pigs. At least they can be ughtered for meat!”


    “They asked you to tighten the screws, but I don’t think you can handle it. Even though you’ve been single for over twenty years, there’s no mention of your agility.”


    “You can’t even handle a champion like Annie, going 0-8. What game are you even ying? You should just y a matching game; don’t waste money buying skins, leave it for me to invest.”


    …


    Reece wanted to retort several times, but seeing Jerome skillfully ying with his phone and quickly getting two kills to get a better KDA, he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he felt extremely guilty.


    As for the emphasis of thetter’s words, when he was in a good mood, he generously announced a ten million investment.


    Jerome had invited him to act as the protagonist this time, without pay, so he didn’t have the heart to ask him for more money, just smiled.


    With him around, the battle saw a stormy reversal. The enemy had even reached the midne’s second turret, but Jerome led the team to two beautiful team fights.


    Two pentakills, ten kills in total. The previously expected stalemate turned into a quick battle, ending in about fifteen minutes.


    The teammate who had just insulted Reece was about to add friends to him, but Jerome saw it and directly replied in thements section: “You suck, not worthy of appearing on my list.”


    On the other side, the screenwriter had been waiting for him for almost ten minutes, and a runner girl was sent to call him.


    Jerome threw the phone back to Reece as he had things to do, and sarcastically reminded him, “Your Cheyenne sent you two messages, and I didn’t reply.”


    At the words, Reece, still immersed in the joy of winning, almost stumbled. “What!”


    “I thought you had just replied! It’s over, it’s over. That girl is so impatient; she might have already badmouthed me.”


    Jerome snorted. Was he so afraid of Cheyenne?


    “Hmph, cherish this afternoon of rest. Tomorrow, we’ll start shooting.”


    “Okay, okay.”


    Waving his hand dismissively, Reece picked up his phone and looked at the messages from Cheyenne, thrilled. He knew that Cheyenne’s wedding was next month, but he hadn’t figured out a wedding gift yet. A headache.


    Jerome seemed to know how to please a woman. Should he ask him?


    There was no filming in the afternoon, and Reece, after learning from Cheyenne that Kelvin was also in Onistead, decided to visit the Lucas family as well.


    The Lucas Residence.


    From a distance, Kelvin spotted a dark figure standing amidst the flowers. The man’s slender figure didn’t betray his nearing fifty years; he stood with a watering can in hand, wearing a gentle smile on his handsome face as if focusing on a loved one rather than the flowers.


    The luxury car pulled up to the entrance, and without lifting a finger, the servant took care of Kelvin’s luggage. He headed straight for his father-inw amidst the flowers.


    The elder, engrossed in watering the flowers, preferred not to be disturbed during such tasks, so Kelvin patiently waits outside the flowerbeds.Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    Whether intentionally or genuinely overlooked, Channing remained silent, only passing the empty watering can to the person behind him after he’s done.


    Hemanded, “Put it on the nearby shelf.”


    Kelvin humbly took it and was mercilessly scolded by his father-inw as he stepped into the flowers, “Are you so blind? There’s a flower bud just three centimeters away from your foot. Be more careful.”


    Kelvin was speechless.


    Perhaps feeling himself a bit harsh, Channing awkwardly coughed, attempting to ease the tension.


    “When did you get here?”


    “Just arrived. Did you nt all these roses, Dad?”


    Channing admired his flower garden, and through these words, it seemed he saw the person he longed for.


    “Cheyenne and her mother both love red roses.”


    He chuckled, thinking of his daughter and two grandchildren far away in Akloit.


    Kelvin knew that Cheyenne liked roses, but he was not exactly skilled in gardening.


    In the next moment, he found himself holding a pair of scissors, meeting his father-inw’s stern gaze.


    “Since you’re here, you can’t be idle. Help me trim the dead leaves; I’m going inside for some tea.”


    Kelvin thought speechlessly, “I haven’t even entered the house or sat down, but he’s already put me to work.”


    However, he understood his father-inw’s temper and decided it was best not to defy him, especially since his wedding with Cheyenne was just a month away. On the wedding day, he had to take Cheyenne’s hand from this ill-tempered old man.