Chapter 122: Chapter 115: Not Here to Clarify, But to Confront_3
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Suddenly a few people gasped after hearing Daisy Zane’s flat, cold voice.
“Since everyone is here, let me say something,” Daisy Zane said. “I am indeed Flynn Ninevara. That’s why I went to the audition selection that day.”
“I know, just saying this can’t prove that I am Flynn Ninevara. But... those who doubt me online are unrelated rumormongers. Why should I prove to you that I am who I am? You’re not even worth my time and effort.” Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
Daisy Zane had no extra expression on her face, and her voice was steady throughout.
But that kind of arrogance and disdain reached people’s hearts, acting as a sort of accusation.
Kevin Clark couldn’t help but lower his eyes, his eyes curving into a smile.
“Also, to those who say I should act in other shows, or be the supporting female in other plays. What about it? I don’t want to act in my own script, I want to go out and play, do I have to apply to you?”
“Oh, and those who mock me for not attending college,” Daisy Zane continued, “is there a major conflict between not attending college and learning through reading on my own?”
“Now I want to ask those trolls online, why is your quality so poor despite your high education? Shouldn’t you reflect on whether you are wasting educational resources?”
Everyone was stunned, they thought they came to hear her clarify things, not to listen to her confront people.
“Flynn Ninevara!”
As soon as she said she wanted to leave, someone in the crowd suddenly called out to her. The voice sounded fearful, breaking with tremors.
“Yes?” Daisy Zane looked at her.
“Can you, can you sign an autograph?” The girl looked like a college student, perhaps nervous to see her idol or perhaps intimidated by Daisy Zane’s aloofness, her hand and voice were shaking, “I’ve been a fan of yours since your first script. I... I wanted to be closer to you, so I took the entrance exam for the Imperial Capital Film Academy to study screenwriting, and I’m now in my sophomore year.”
All eyes fell on the two of them, Daisy Zane looked at the girl without moving, but the girl’s face turned red quickly. “No, no autograph, or, or not, but- -”
“Give it to me.”
The girl looked up at her in surprise, then immediately handed her the book and pen: “Thank you.”
“What’s the name?”
“Just write my pen name. Clear Dust. ‘Clear’ as in cold, and ‘Dust’ as in dirt.”
Daisy Zane took the pen and wrote down her name, along with a blessing, and then signed Flynn Ninevara’s name.
Kevin Clark watched her writing from the side, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
This writing... was different from her usual writing. This writing had a strong and sweeping momentum, full of a majestic and free-spirited atmosphere.
It seemed a bit familiar....