You know;
Getting in to this field of work in China, I came to know many celebrities that I never knew I would in my life.
Video editing really change my life.
It makes me wonder again;
If I choose writing instead, I wouldn't get to be here right?
Since writing can be done over a screen on a laptop but being a video editor, being someone who do filming, it's different.
I'm suddenly glad that I choose to be a video editor.
Not that I give up on writing but I just choose a path that I think suit me now.
But there is a disadvantage to this job.
Looking at my phone screen in bored, I sighed heavily before looking at the group of people who are dancing in front of me.
I stop the recording as soon as the music stops.
Dropping my hands down, I look at Jackson in annoyed.
"Why am I working on my day off?"
Yes, it's my day off.
If you are wondering, it had been another 3 months since the show, that I first met Wang He Di.
And it's my first day off in 3 months and Jackson Wang is making me work!
"I'm sorry, Rong Rong! But thank you for still coming over!"
He came to give me a hug, squeezing me in his arms and I groaned immediately.
"You are sweaty!"
"That's the first time you complain!"
I pushed his face this time, giving him an annoyed look and he pout while letting go of me.
"Not when you wasted my leave. I'm supposed to get some good sleep after editing videos for who knows how long. I need a break from everything too, Jackson."
He's really a selfish jerk.
"Now we are done, really done. I swear."
"Then can I just send you the raw video?"
And he wrapped his arms around my shoulder to shook me.
"Ah Rong Rong, please help me to edit it~"
He's throwing tantrums at me and I groaned nonstop.
"I'm not your girlfriend. Stop acting cute to me."
Hissing at him, I grab his face and squeezing his cheeks and he's pouting by force.
I don't care if he looks ugly now but yeah, I'm so annoyed with him.
"Aishh, don't hold my face like that. It makes me feel like I'm fat."
He wiggle his head, getting out from my hold and I hit his hands around my shoulder next.
"Stop hugging me too. I'm going home to get my beauty sleep now."
"You are leaving? You said you will go to tattoo shop with me!"
"You have many friends here! Pick one!"
Why must it be me though?
And he can go and get a new tattoo alone.
I don't know why I has to see that torturing process for an hour or more.
He's giving me puppy eyes when he pulled me on my hand, stopping me from leaving.
Damn it, it makes me go soft hearted sometimes.
