The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 260: Chapter 249: Variety Show Recording

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“Going to School” program is going to be recorded, and the artists participating in the recording have been revealed online.

So, there have been continuous online attacks on Daisy Zane.

Of course, most of the comments are good, positive, and encouraging.

Only a small part is attacking, but it is disgusting enough.

These negative comments are divided into two categories, one saying that current actors enter the entertainment industry just to make money in the variety show circle.

Another part attacks her for not having attended school and having no education.

They say she doesn’t even have an elementary school diploma, so why is she participating in a high school recording?

As for these, Daisy Zane and her team still choose to ignore them and not engage.

Actually, Daisy Zane’s Facebook doesn’t have many updates apart from promoting things. She rarely responds to online rumors or negative comments from fans.

She doesn’t even have her own pictures.

Mostly, there are just stills from her shows.

When there is no new drama to promote, it seems as if Daisy Zane has disappeared from the world.

She can’t be photographed in daily life, and there is no news about her online.

At first, everyone used to search for her online all the time, but gradually they got used to it and no longer bothered.

The program team keeps the recording time a secret to avoid media or fans from surrounding the school.

However, on the day of the recording, both media and fans still showed up at the school entrance.

But before anything could start, they were dispersed, because Kevin Clark had people stationed at the entrance early in the morning, covering the entire school.

Anyone suspicious who approached would be asked to leave.

Not to mention those media personnel carrying equipment.

As it’s time for both boarding and day students to return to school, there are many people waiting at the gate.

And the Imperial City Leafield Family’s mark is very obvious.

Everyone in Imperial Capital is aware, even the high school students are starting to understand the situation.

Not only the media and fans, but even the students’ parents were alarmed by this huge presence.

It’s the Clark Family after all.

Nobody knew what was happening, and they thought someone from the Clark Family was visiting the school for inspection.

The media didn’t even dare to take sneak photos.

In fact, Third Master Clark was just worried that the crowd would add more trouble to the already congested entrance, and accidents might happen from the massive gathering.

Especially with students involved.

If it were fans coming, that would be fine, as they wouldn’t cause trouble for the celebrities they supported and just wanted to catch a glimpse.

But the problem was those unscrupulous media or malicious people pretending to be fans.

Even if nothing happened, they would make an issue out of it.

The most important thing is that, in case of any incident, Daisy Zane would definitely be implicated.

So, Third Master Clark stopped it at the source.

And the program team came during the morning self-study session.

By the time they were all there, the morning self-study had already been going on for twenty minutes. The entrance was quiet, and the Clark Family’s people even checked the surrounding areas for any hidden cameras.

Even the trash on the ground was picked up.

Not only was it quiet, but it was also clean.

“I’m leaving,” Daisy Zane said in the car.

Kevin Clark stared at her, “I won’t see you for five days.”

“It’s not like I haven’t been gone for five days before.” Daisy Zane wore a simple sportswear outfit and had her hair up in a high ponytail.

She wasn’t wearing any makeup on her face.

“Remember to call me in the evening,” Kevin Clark said.

“I’ll see about that.”

Kevin Clark:

Daisy Zane looked at him pitifully and decided to spare a moment, leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek before opening the car door and getting out.

Her actions were so swift and smooth, the kiss was like that of a lord giving his mistress.

Yes, a mistress—not even a principal wife.

Kevin Clark watched Daisy Zane’s insouciant departure for a while before raising his hand to touch his cheek.

Well, a mistress it is, then. This is the only kiss he would get for the next five days.

Besides the classroom, everywhere else would be accompanied by a teacher taking photos.

Quite a few cameras followed them.

Ever since the eight of them gathered at the entrance, they were all wearing mics, and the cameras never left them.

After entering the school, the assistant couldn’t follow them any longer.

So they had to carry their suitcases themselves.

Once they arrived at the school, they were taken by the teacher to get their school uniforms and then to the dormitory.

While getting their uniforms, the teacher introduced them to the dormitory rules.

“Wake-up bell at six-thirty in the morning. Morning self-study starts promptly at seven,” said the teacher. “But some students might get up earlier. Washing and rinsing are done in public areas. Your dormitory is quite close to the washing area, so it might be noisy in the morning.”

While listening, George Dunn took Daisy Zane’s suitcase from her. She didn’t hesitate to give it to him and then put her hands in her pockets.

She had an aloof demeanor that made her hard to approach.

“Teacher, how many people are in each dorm room?” asked one of the girls.

“Six people per room,” the teacher said. “The three of you girls will be together, along with three other students.”

Daisy Zane glanced at the girl who asked the question, and then her gaze landed on the girl’s hand.

Director Nash had given everyone a file with each other’s information.

This girl’s name was Celeste Martin. She was a singer and a student studying at the Imperial Music Academy, specializing in playing the pipa.

“Are there cameras installed in the dormitory as well?” Serena Buster asked this question.

Three girls in total: Daisy Zane, Serena Buster, and Celeste Martin.

“Yes,” the teacher said. “Lights out at ten at night. At nine-thirty, the dormitory supervisor will turn off the cameras. Once off, no one can turn them back on except for the supervisor’s fingerprint. You can cover the camera if you feel unsafe.

“Are all the cameras fingerprint-activated now? That’s so advanced!” asked a male student.

“Of course,” the teacher smiled. “It’s Ryan Easton Group’s intelligent technology. It’s bound to be advanced.”

“Gosh, Ryan Easton.” The boy’s eyes seemed to light up.

Daisy Zane glanced at him and raised her eyebrows. He was the nineteen-year-old boy she and Kevin Clark talked about last night.

An Imperial Capital University top-candidate student who graduated at eighteen.

His name is Turner Daniel.

He studied software engineering in college.

After graduation, he was recommended for postgraduate studies but turned down the offer, instead shooting movies for a year.

Listed in the Imperial Capital University Top Talent Hall of Fame at the age of eighteen!

His acting was quite good.

Yesterday at dinner, Daisy Zane hadn’t paid much attention, but now taking a closer look, the boy seemed decent-looking, with red lips and white teeth.

“We have lunch break at noon and half an hour for lunch,” the teacher continued. “You can rest in the dormitory from half-past twelve to two. Remember, you cannot bring lunch to the dormitory. Other snacks are also prohibited. After returning to the dormitory, we will inspect your suitcases.” Daisy Zane: .

“We will send you the school rules later, which you need to memorize and strictly follow,” the teacher said. “We will check.”

“When I went to school, I never thought that in my twenties, I would still have to memorize school rules,” said one of the boys.

“When I went to school, I didn’t even know our school had rules.”

George Dunn laughed: “That’s why there’s payback when you try to game the system.”

Everyone laughed: “Yes, if I had been more serious in my final year of high school, maybe my face would have been on Imperial Capital University’s Hall of Fame by now.”

“Turner is already there,” Celeste Martin said. “On the list at eighteen.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Turner Daniel said. “It was just my brain developing too fast. It had nothing to do with me.”

“If it had nothing to do with you, did your brain separate from your body?”

“It’s not that terrifying. I’m not that brave, anyway.”

Everyone laughed again, and Daisy Zane raised her mouth slightly..