After the video call with Nico, Mica sent a message to Pastora Apostol.
“Salomon Olivo came to the set today to shoot a scene and I got to shoot a scene in front of him.”
Pastora Apostol got very cute: “The storm is crying! Ahhhhhhh! Why God is doing this to me! I haven’t squatted him for three days, and hees as soon as I leave! He’s human!”
Micaughed at her excitement and reassured her, “You’ll get another chanceter.”
Pastor Apostol: “No! Did you say you’re going to make a scene with him?”
“Yes, there may be a kissing scene tomorrow.”
Pastora Apostol: “Holy cow, you’re going to kiss my man! Ah! I’m supposed to be happy or sad!”.
Mica: “I would love for you to do the kissing scene with him instead of me if I could, but unfortunately … you don’t know how to act, beautiful”.
Pastora Apostol: “…”
Pissed off, pissed off.
Mica, after making people’s skin crawl, threw a casual: “Good night, cutie”.
Pastora Apostol: “… Intimidation! Ha ha! Three minutes of friendship! No! Five minutes!”
…
By this side, Solomon Olivo strutted out of Mica’s room, went back to his room, looked at the Facebook dialogue with Kee’s old dog on his phone and couldn’t resist sending another one.
Solomon Olivo: “Oh yeah, we’re brothers at least, let me remind you that I’m doing a kissing scene with Mica tomorrow, hope you don’t mind…”
Nico almost broke his phone when he got the message and exploded into a foul mouth.
Fuck, fucking Salomon Olivo is essentially a bitch?
Salomon Olivo continued on the other end of the phone, “Dude, your wife is an actress anyway, and sooner orter she’s going to give up her first on-screen kiss, so it’s better to give it to a brother.”
Through the screen of his cell phone, Nico could imagine the smug and arrogant face of Salomon Olivo.
Nico: “Believe it or not, if you were in front of me right now, I would have shot you.”
Salomon Olivo, who was not afraid, said, “Yes, but I’m … not in front of Mr. Nico, am I?”
“Get out.”
Solomon Olivo: “…”
It’s not funny, a little teasing and you get really pissed off, it’s really a stic brotherhood.
Salomon Olivo took a shower andyzily on his bed to y with his phone for a while.
He logged on to Twitter and when he did, there were hundreds of thousands ofments on Twitter and millions of likes, all in red.
There were also many messages from @him.
Salomon Olivo couldn’t read them all himself, and artists don’t usually scroll through their Twitter feeds, unless it’s a coincidence that they’re tweeting and their fans are sendingments, in which case they’re easily visible.
At the time, Salomon Olivo was about to log out of his ount when he received an @ message.
The other person’s nickname: El Maestro Tarde is a big rice worm.
I follow you and love you since you started, you are my role model and my motivation to study! I have my exams in a month, can you wish me to do well in them, give me the flip, flip me! @SalomonOlivo”
Salomon Olivo raises his eyebrows: deh, do high school girls nowadays call each other their husbands?
Salomon Olivo replies, “Good luck on the exam. You don’t call him husband, so go study and stop ying with Twitter.”
Pastora Apostol, who had been up all night in bed, received this response from Salomon Olivo, who broke the bed in the house and woke up her parents, who were sleeping next door.
“Pastora, what are you doing out of bed at night?” Pastora Apostol’s mother’s voice was at the door.
Pastora Apostol immediately settled into bed, pulling the covers over herself, “Oh, Mom, I’m going back to sleep now!”
“Go to sleep and stop it, it’s after one o’clock in the morning.”
In the bedroom, Pastora Apostol was holding her phone, how was she going to sleep after reading this response?
Herment section on this Twitter feed was bombarded by Salomon Olivo’s fans.
“Thank you sister is so lucky! Boss look at me look at me look at me.”
“Me too exams me too exams! Husband freaks me out!”
“It’s a koi, right! Flipped by the Great White at 1:00 at night …. My real name is Lemon.”
“Solomon Olive is the devil right, rushing little kids to study hahahahahahahahaha.”
“What happened to not letting little fans call their husbands hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha? Dog head.”
“Salomon Olivo told his fans to stop ying Twitter and you women keep ying because you want to go off the grid? They want Chai.”
…
Soon, Pastora Apostol’s tweet surpassed 10 thousandments and Salomon Olivo’sment was entrenched at number one of the hotments, with hundreds of thousands of likes, more than she had on this tweet.
Pastora Apostol hides under the covers, happy to have lied to Salomon Olivo.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha she was probably the first fan to trick Salomon Olivo into flipping her, and she did it sessfully.
Pastora Apostol touched Salomon Olivo’s gorgeous photo and sighed contentedly, “Man, I didn’t mean to trick you, who made you not flip in thement section, I’m going to…”
Pastora Apostol could have run off to retake this year’s exams so that Salomon Olivo would have “luck with the exams.”
Pastora Apostol poked Solomon Olivo’s perfect face in the photo, hugging her phone and thinking of the future, “Solomon Olivo, when I graduate and be a paparazzo, I’ll let you see me every day.
This dream … is a big dream.
…
Mica was tired after a long day of shooting and fell fast asleep in her hotel bed.
But tonight, she had a night of dreams.
The next morning, she woke up in shock.
In the dream, she and Salomon Olivo were seriously shooting a kissing scene on set, and just after finishing the kissing scene, they saw Nico outside the set, with a machete in his hand and ring at them menacingly.
Nico cut them into pieces and threw them in the desert …
The scene was too bloody.
Mica hit her head dizzy, what the hell kind of dream is this.
After getting cleaned up, it was only six in the morning, still early, and Mica took the time to check Twitter hotspots almost every day to learn more about the entertainment industry.
When she clicked on Twitter, she saw that Salomon Olivo had been trending.
The caption read, Salomon Olivo won’t let his fans call him husband.
The corners of Mica’s mouth twitched.
Mica clicked to kindly see what was going on.
As a result, Mica saw a very familiar Twitter ount.
Master Late is a big rice worm?
Wasn’t that Pastora Apostol’s Twitter ount?
When she looked at the content, Mica almost choked.
Mica sent a Facebook message to Pastora Apostol: “I heard you have exams in June, have you studied enough, girl?”.
Pastora Apostol: “I can do another exam for my child! Hmph!”
Mica really didn’t expect Pastora Apostol to wake up so early for a bum, “Why are you up so early today?”
Pastora Apostol: “… I was excited to be up all night.”
Mica: “…”
It’s a werewolf.
Mica saw that the air was good in deep Mr. Severo, so she grabbed the script and went outside to get some exercise while she worked on the script some more.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
Arenes, the second female, had also gotten up early and came up to her and said with a nonchnt grunt, “You’re working hard, getting up early to read the script, do you want the director to see it?”
Mica, who had just started, didn’t want to offend anyone, so she smiled politely and said, “I just wanted to memorize a few more lines and work out the plot, so I wouldn’t have to read the numbers when there were too many lines.”
Arenes had a costume movie in which she read the numbers during some episodes because the lines were too studied, and the whole Inte made fun of her for a long time after discerning viewers found out.
In reality, Mica didn’t find out, but it just annoyed her in a twisted way.
Arenes’ face turned red with anger and embarrassment, “Mica, do you have the right to lecture me even though you’re a bloated 18-stringer?”
Arenes pped Mica across the face.