Donald looked at Terry who was recording the program. He slightly clenched his fist.

He had to admit that Terry was born to be a star.

Even without a script, he could also live the atmosphere. He would be funny or serious at proper time. He spoke in appropriate terms. And the joke he told was also proper. Compared to him, those challenges served as a contrast or foil.

After they finished recording the program, Terry said hello to the performers and then went straight to Donald. Two of them returned to the lounge.

"How do you think?" asked Terry.

He looked at Donald with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"How about what?"

Donald did not know why but he felt uncomfortable to see Terry’s sight.

"How was my improvisation?"

Terry took a bottle of water and unscrewed it.

Although Donald knew that compared to him, Terry’s performance could be said as perfect. However, seeing Terry in such confidence, Donald could not say any praising words.

“Just so-so." Donald turned his head away and murmured in a low voice.

After listening to Donald's words, Terry hummed and put down the mineral water bottle in his hand, staring at Donald's face.

"What do you think that is not good?" asked Terry.

"The protagonist of this program is not you. But you always tried to get the first word in and show off to others, which made the camera always aim at you. Don’t you think it’s not good?”

"Well!"

Terry instantly laughed after hearing his words. He held Donald's shoulder and fiercely closed to his face. He said in a low voice, "Uncle, do you think it’s having a meal together? Every one could share the meal equally?”

Donald felt uncomfortable for Terry’s sudden close. He stretched out his hand and wanted to push Terry.

However, Terry seized his hand and pressed it against the back of the chair behind him.

"Every show is a war. The law of the jungle is the basic law of the show. If you don't fight for the right to speak, your perform opportunity will be robbed by others.”

His words let Donald be silence.

What he said was right and very reasonable.

He thought of the time that he participated to the show. Most of the time, he performed according to the playscript. He would do whatever the director said. So that every time the show broadcast, in addition to some necessary lens, most of his lens would be cut. Even if sometimes, the lens swept him, he was just in embarrassed expression.

However, as a result of his adherence to the bottom line, he was invited to fewer shows and received less and less exposure. In the end, no show would invite him.

He always thought that every idol was like him. Because they should maintain their perfect image to their fans, so they needed to set a benchmark for themselves all the time.

But now, it seemed that he was wrong.

Terry stood out in a short period of time among so many people. It seemed that it indeed reasonable.

Terry seemed to see that Donald was not intend to speak. He let go of his body and sat back on the seat. He drunk all the water in the bottle.

"What's the next schedule?" Terry asked.

Donald looked through his schedule and said, "The shoot of ‘Fashion pioneer’ magazine.”

Hearing this, Terry couldn’t help frowning. He threw the empty bottle to the garbage can on the side.

"I have asked Armand to refuse a shooting like this. Why do I still need to take the work?”

Hearing his words, Donald could not help but ask, “Why?”

Magazine shooting could be said as the most relax work among all his schedule. He did not need to improvise or recited lines to do facial expressions. He just needed to face the camera to have pose.

Terry could handle easily on the show. Why he would so hate the magazine shotting?

"I hate being up close with people."

Terry 's face sank slightly,

"Especially women."