Chapter 617 - 625: Warmth

She must have thrown the self-criticism report and the gift into the trash can in a fit of rage, right?

Jane Sampson chuckled to herself. Hmph, let him be annoyed with her all day long; she ought to give him a taste of his own medicine and let him feel how explosive it is to be infuriated to near-death.

Even though the spare key to James Black’s dormitory was still in its original place, Jane nonetheless resisted the urge to sneak over. She was afraid of being caught by James. If James, still fuming, were to catch her, she would be done for.

Because of the gifts and self-criticism report she sent out, Jane slept more soundly that night than she had the night before. The next morning, at 6:30, everyone finished washing up and went straight to the dining hall to gather. The emotions of farewell had already enveloped everyone’s hearts last night during the gifting on stage. Waking up this morning, standing in the corridor and looking at those green figures, everyone felt a bit empty inside.

Upon reaching the dining hall, they saw red banners hanging at the doorway, with a line of red characters on them: "Farewell to all personnel of the ’I’m Not a Celebrity’ program crew."

If it hadn’t been for that clear sense of departure brought by the word "farewell," maybe everyone could have made an inside joke about how tacky those banners were.

Just like the first day they arrived, on this day of departure, all the teammates quietly stood to the side, allowing Jane Sampson and the film crew members to get their meal first.

"Goddess Sampton, one bowl of peanut soup, one wild vegetable bun, and one roast pork bun, right? Here you go. Today, you can have as much peanut soup as you want. Once you leave the guard team, you won’t be able to find peanut soup as delicious as ours elsewhere," said the uncle, looking up at Jane and then quickly and cheerfully serving her a big bowl of soup.

When Jane sat down at the table with her breakfast, the director walked to the opposite side and suddenly asked her, "This is the last breakfast you’ll have here, Jane Sampson. How many bowls of peanut soup do you plan to have this morning?"

"Two bowls, and if possible, I’d like to try three," Jane’s gaze was still on the uncle who served food. But in just six mornings, the uncle had already memorized every member of the program crew’s preferences. That morning, he greeted each person by name, accurately listing everyone’s favorite breakfasts.

Women are creatures of emotion and sentimentality. For Jane to say she was unmoved would be lying.

To have a stranger remember what you like to eat and how much you can eat—it’s a sudden warmth that can easily bring tears to one’s eyes.

Hearing the director’s laughter, Jane’s voice quivered slightly, "I think I’ll miss the week I spent here, miss every single person here. I really like this place."

"What do you like about it?" the director asked, following up, and then added, "Besides the guard team’s dining hall, what do you like about this place?"

Jane Sampson touched her earlobe somewhat sheepishly; indeed, she had been about to speak of breakfast.

She lifted her eyes to the director for a few seconds, then slowly said, "I like the people here, the atmosphere, the unity, and the cohesion. Their lives may seem monotonous, but they have their own moments of excitement. They have teammates like brothers."

"When I first got here, I didn’t like the sound of the trumpets; I thought it was noisy. But later, hearing the trumpet sound again might make me feel a sense of affection."