[Cameras turn back to
Anne's whistle-blowing makes Naomi suspicious of her fiancé, Princeton.
At the party, she pulls Princeton outside and stands in the aisle to question the real reason for her fiancé's engagement.
Princeton hesitated painfully for a few minutes, but admitted that his motives for his engagement to Naomi were not pure at the beginning.
Naomi's chest rose and fell sharply. "I'm going to break off your engagement!" she said.
Princeton closed his eyes and opened them again, and the eyes that had been full of tenderness were bottomless at the moment, like the mysterious deep ocean. "Okay."
Naomi clutched her chest and took a step back, with a sad expression on her face. "You can agree so quickly, so you really haven't loved me for even a second?"
"No, Naomi, I love you." Princeton stepped forward, bang, put his right hand against the wall, encircled his ex-fiancée in his arms, and then stared into her eyes.
"Anne just knows the truth; she doesn't have definite evidence in her hand. I could have continued to deceive you. I know you, Naomi—you look strong, but in fact, you are kind and soft at heart. I could make up bigger lies to blind you until you gave everything for me—but I didn't do that. I love you. I can't bear it."
With that, Princeton lowered his head, and his breath could directly touch Naomi's cheek.
He was waiting for Naomi's reaction.
Naomi couldn't bear to look at those eyes anymore. She was afraid she would soften and desperately keep this "liar" who had deceived her, but she didn't reach out to push Princeton away. Instead, she quietly closed her eyes.
That was her silent consent.
Princeton complied with Naomi's wishes, kissed her lips lightly, then straightened up, gave Naomi one last look, and turned away.
It was a goodbye kiss, and perhaps, a final farewell.
Naomi opened her eyes and looked at Princeton's retreating figure, feeling her heart break. Tears finally streamed down her cheeks in large droplets.
Sliding down the wall for support, Naomi clutched her knees and cried bitterly.
... ↑The above is the plot of the TV series, and descriptive language is used for the convenience of narration...…
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"CUT!"
The director put down the megaphone and applauded first. "What a great scene! Will, your eyes were perfect. Jenny, you handled the emotional outburst beautifully!"
"The main thing is that Will's mood was spot on," said Jenny Garth, the actress who played Naomi. "He's exactly the embodiment of Princeton—I mean the soulful and handsome side, not the bad part. It was easy for me to fully sense the character."
Jenny Garth, a typical blonde beauty who fit the mainstream aesthetics of current American society, stood up from the ground. Most of the actresses in the 90210 crew had a similar blonde appeal. After quickly wiping away her tears with a tissue handed by her assistant, Jenny turned to look for William, only to see him being immediately surrounded as soon as he stepped out of the studio.
"These bitches!" Jenny stomped her foot in frustration. "They move so fast!"
William walked from the studio to the parking lot, greeted by a sheer number of people along the way.
"Awesome acting, Will, you're born like a leading man."
"Thank you."
"Your posture while drinking red wine is so elegant. Was it professionally trained?"
"Well, no. Do people really get professional training for drinking?"
"I'm going to be obsessed with you, Will."
"Thanks, but—please take your hand off my chest, okay?"
"Are you going back to Los Angeles, Will?"
"Yes, the filming trip was enjoyable, thank you, goodbye."
"Can you give me your phone number?"
"Sorry, I don't have a mobile phone."
"It's okay, here's my number. Be sure to call me!"
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By the time William escaped the encirclement and ran to the parking lot, his shirt was loose, and all the pockets that could be stuffed were filled with small notes.
He looked for the familiar blue Ford Mustang—the blue Ford Mustang was the car of Yamon Goffman, who had come to the WMA branch in New York yesterday to run errands and had come to the Hamptons today to pick up William for the airport.
When he found him, he opened the passenger door and sat in, letting out a long sigh. "I'm exhausted."
Amon Goffman started the car, glanced at William's appearance, and smiled at the corners of his mouth. "Quite a lot of peach blossom luck, huh?"
William collected all the small notes, stuffed them into Yamon's suit pocket, and smiled. "Blossom luck is all for you, no need to thank me."
Yamon Goffman: "..."
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The second season of Louis and Clark broadcast by ABC TV has 22 episodes, and the fourth season of <Beverly Hills, 90210> broadcast by FOX TV has 24 episodes.
Coincidentally, this week <Louis and Clark> aired episode 19, and
On Wednesday, April 23, ABC and FOX broadcast the latest trailers for the two episodes during commercial breaks. The latest villains in <Lois and Clark> and the new character Princeton in <90210> were, unsurprisingly, noticed by their respective fans.
The attentive audience noticed something: why do these two characters look so similar? Are they the same person?
They planned to wait for the official broadcast of the TV series the following night to observe more closely.
For most Americans, sports aren't just outdoor recreation but a part of everyday life, as integral as hamburgers, fries, chicken, and steak. However, watching television is a form of entertainment.
After dinner, the Cosbys, who live near Sunset Park in Brooklyn, New York, turn on the TV. Dad locks onto NBC with a remote control, a loyal viewer of <ER> series and a George Clooney's enthusiast.
Nine-and-a-half-year-old daughter Lily rushed out of the dining room like a cannonball. "Superman! Daddy, I'm going to watch Superman punish the bad guy!"
Cosby's dad raised the remote high. "Dad wants to watch TV, so let mom accompany you to play games."
"I don't want to!" Lily pinched her waist and stood in front of the TV to protest. "Superman is in danger today because there's a very bad bad guy to deal with! I saw the trailer!"
"Superman doesn't need you to worry about him, Lily. Don't worry, he'll definitely take care of the bad guys," Cosby's father coaxed his daughter lightly.
"Then I'll see how Superman gets rid of the bad guys!"
"If Lily wants to watch TV, let her watch. <The Story of the Emergency Room> (ER) will be rebroadcast tomorrow during the day, and I'll record it for you," Cosby's mother said, standing in front of the dining room and undoing her apron.
Cosby's father reluctantly changed the channel.
William, wearing black tights, appeared expressionlessly. As he broke into the Planet Daily building, he triggered the security guard's vigilance. The guard stepped back, hand on his waist, but before he could react, the figure of the black-clad killer flashed, and his hands wrapped around the security guard's neck, twisting violently. The guard rolled his eyes and died.
At this moment, the TV screen zoomed in on the black-clad killer's face, a rare close-up for the small screen.
From a distance, his overly handsome and compelling facial features filled the screen, creating an effect that instantly suffocated the viewers.
Cosby's mother immediately felt a little fluttering in her chest. Her right hand instinctively touched her left side, feeling her heart's powerful, fast beat, recalling the last time she felt this way—when <Interview with the Vampire> was released a few years ago, and she saw Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt together on the big screen.
Lily, who understood the difference between beautiful and ugly appearances, screamed excitedly. "So handsome! More handsome than Superman!"
Cosby's father glanced at his daughter's excited reaction, frowning in dissatisfaction. But when he turned to look at his wife, he noticed the flush on her cheeks. He was immediately surprised.
His hand, which had been holding the remote, suddenly felt a strong urge to change the channel, but he fought the urge. When he clearly saw the facial features of the black-clad killer, he thought to himself, "Hey, this young man, I've seen him on <The Story of the Emergency Room>. The acting's not bad."
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In a college apartment near Ohio State University, Rachel had just finished dinner with her roommates. They sat lazily, chatting about professors at school, weekend parties, and more other things.
Easy times always pass quickly. Rachel, who was chatting happily with her roommates, didn't notice what time it was until Nancy and Carmella suddenly shouted, "Oh my God, it's a quarter past nine!"
Hannah jumped up from the couch in a panic. "God, I forgot to turn on the TV!"
Nancy and Carmella urged, "Hurry up, hurry! The new characters are probably showing now!"
Hannah quickly turned on the TV and changed the channel. In her haste, her fingers shook as she held the remote control.
Rachel sat on the couch, watching her three roommates become excited as the TV screen lit up, her face showing confusion. "Is <90210> really that good? Why are you guys so obsessed with it?"
<90210> is a drama that the other girls in this shared apartment are chasing, except for Rachel. The love stories and fashion choices of several starring actors are also the focus of Hannah's usual discussions.
Although Rachel can talk to her roommates about other topics, she can't really get into their conversations about chasing dramas. In her opinion, it's a bit superficial to get excited and worked up over a few handsome guys, beautiful women, or stylish clothes in the TV series.
A few times ago, when her roommates watched TV, she joined them for a few episodes. But she really couldn't understand what was so great about the show; it seemed like just an ordinary soap opera.
Although the main actor is handsome, the story isn't as good as <Friends>. <Friends> is funny and touching, and the heroine shares the same name as Rachel, which is a plus point to her.
But after all, everyone is a college classmate living together, and there's only one big TV in the living room. If she doesn't want to be isolated and labeled as strange, Rachel can only watch it with her roommates and try to blend in with her peers' preferences.
Hannah turned on the TV a little late, and the opening scene of the new character Princeton was already over. But fortunately, they didn't miss much.
On the TV screen, Princeton Hillings Brooke, played by William Bradley, has already become acquainted with the heroine Annie and started interacting with Annie's friends.
Just when Naomi was feeling envious and jealous of Jane, Princeton seemed to suddenly notice her hiding in the corner, turned around, raised his glass to Naomi, and flashed a seductive smile.
Hannah and Nancy immediately covered their chests: "He's so handsome, so handsome! My heart!"
Rachel, too, was distracted by the smile and thought to herself that it would be forgivable to waste a few minutes in front of the TV for such a handsome guy. Didn't they also gather around the court all day long in the ninth and tenth grades, watching the football players strip their stuff and flaunt their male hormones?
Carmella suddenly remembered: "Yesterday I watched the <Louis and Clark> trailer on ABC TV, and it seems that this actor has a cameo in it. That episode aired today. There's no way I could forget him; he's left such a deep impression. What's his name?"
"William Bradley," Hannah replied as she grabbed the remote and switched to the ABC station.
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