"Her name is Ivy Howard, right? The top student in your acting department, isn't she?" Samuel Wright felt secretly pleased; he was quite familiar with the background of this up-and-coming actress.

"Wow!" Harvey Howard was genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected his friend to have done his homework: "You sly dog! You've got all the first-hand info, huh? So you've been planning this for a while!"

"Come on, come on, I give up, okay? If you keep going, I'll look like a creep." Samuel Wright really didn't want to keep bantering with Harvey Howard, because Ivy Howard was already shooting him repeated looks of disdain.

"So annoying!" At this moment, Ivy Howard, still in her student uniform, had already labeled Samuel Wright in her mind: total creep! She'd noticed the way he was looking at her—even before they got on the bus.

But this was just a minor episode. Samuel Wright had found the person he imagined as his "dancing fairy," but he didn't realize that Ivy Howard had already labeled him in her mind...

"Hand over all your communication devices!"

As soon as they arrived, an instructor in training uniform immediately tried to intimidate the new film academy students.

"Instructor, is that really necessary?"

"Yeah, isn't that a bit much?" ...and so on—no one was willing.

"What?!" The instructor got a little angry: "Do you know where you are? This is a military camp! Here, you follow orders! If anyone tries to hide their device and gets caught, it'll be confiscated, and you'll have to run twenty laps around the field!"

Whoa! Instantly, everyone fell silent and hurried to comply. Samuel Wright reluctantly handed over his "Kouji" (pager), which in his family was almost as important as he was—maybe even more important than his dad.

"March in step!" ... "Not in step, not in step, look at the formation!" ... The instructors' loud, passionate commands echoed across the military training field...

Chapter 007: All for the Leading Lady

This won't do! This won't do!

That was Samuel Wright's inner cry after five days of military training. But this outcry wasn't really about the training itself—it was all about Ivy Howard.

Why, you ask? The reason was simple: Samuel Wright had discovered that his "dancing fairy," Ivy Howard, could really eat—a lot more than you'd expect!

Not only could she eat three steamed buns in one meal, and shovel food from the dishes with gusto, but Ivy Howard even secretly stuffed buns into her pockets. Just now, Samuel Wright had seen it with his own eyes!

At first, Samuel Wright hadn't wanted to keep staring at a female classmate, but he couldn't help it—a beautiful girl who could eat like that had already become a unique sight in the mess hall.

Samuel Wright knew well that the food in the army mess hall wasn't actually tasty—almost everyone agreed on that. But just because it wasn't tasty didn't mean it wasn't nutritious. The big-pot meals might not be gourmet, but they were packed with nutrients and calories, perfect for recovering from intense training. Still, for a girl to eat like that—well, that was a disaster.

Samuel Wright finally understood why there was such a big difference in Ivy Howard's appearance before and after. He had to stop this. After a night of thinking, Samuel Wright came up with a plan.

First, Samuel Wright finished his own meal as fast as possible, then waited for Ivy Howard...

At that moment, Ivy Howard went to wash her lunchbox, and Samuel Wright hurried over.

"Hey, could you wait a second? I just want to say a few words."

When Ivy Howard saw the tall guy coming over, she instinctively tried to dodge, but Samuel Wright shamelessly stuck close.

There were quite a few people around, and Ivy Howard wasn't someone to be messed with. She glared at him: "What do you want?"

To Samuel Wright, Ivy Howard's accent was pretty strong—very different from the girls' voices he was used to hearing in the Northeast. It was kind of refreshing. But Samuel Wright was on a mission, so he smiled and said, "Hey, I saw you hiding a bun just now."

"You—" Ivy Howard was about to get upset, but Samuel Wright's next words quickly reassured her.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to report you. I get your situation—I'm hungry at night too. But you can't keep eating like this. If you do, your body will start expanding sideways." Samuel Wright was genuinely giving heartfelt advice.

"Mind your own business!" But Ivy Howard wasn't having any of it, though her face did turn a little red.

Honestly, Ivy Howard felt utterly embarrassed. She didn't really care about her figure at the moment, but being caught hiding buns by this tall guy—she just wanted to disappear. She'd already decided that this guy was no good. Ivy Howard had made up her mind about him from the start.