Netizen: 6666, with this name and profile, I give 101 points, one extra point so you donāt get cocky.
Netizen: Little Jane is everyoneās, donāt fantasize that sheās only yours.
Netizen: Iām going to change the nickname Iāve had for many years. Hello, I am Mr. First Branch of Little Janeās family. May I ask, which uncle-in-law of my little Jane are you?
Netizen: This fan, your uniqueness really is 6666.
Netizen: I feel the same burning passion for Little Jane in your heart as in mine.
That wasnāt all, Jane Sampson refreshed the page and discovered that James had been replying to these comments one after another.
No wonder he hadnāt replied to her WhatsAPP, he probably was all caught up on twitter and taking people on seriously.
To the first netizen, James replied with just one word: Hmm.
Very good, this reply, so typical of Jamesās economical use of words.
The second reply: Jane Sampson is mine alone.
The third reply: I am Jane Sampsonās husband.
The fourth reply: Just telling the truth.
The fifth reply: How you feel about her, and how I feel about her, are not the same.
Each reply was painstakingly precise down to the choice of words.
Jane Sampson smiled lightly with arched brows, refreshed the page a few more times, and when she saw no new comments from netizens or replies from James, she exited twitter and logged back onto WhatsAPP.
Only then did she discover that one minute earlier, James had sent her a message.
How did you get that verification on twitter? ā Jane Sampsonās Mr. Black.
The company did it, why? Why are you asking? ā James Blackās wife.
After Jane Sampson replied to this message, James called her.
As soon as Jane picked up, she heard James Black speak with a tone as if the world owed him one hundred million, "Your fans really think they own the sky, donāt they?"
After a snort, James didnāt wait for Jane to argue, and continued, "If I wanted to take it seriously, how could I do it?"
"What do you want to verify? The guard team isnāt allowed, right? Besides, with your status, even your photo is classified, can you even touch twitter?" Jane asked very curiously.
"You know my twitter account, make the verification information..." James paused, then slowly said, "Jane Sampsonās husband."
"..." Jane was thunderstruck, standing there completely dumbfounded for a long while, unable to recover her senses.
Was this guy serious?
Or was he just kidding with her?
Was he absolutely sure, truly sure he wasnāt just joking?
"Is it too troublesome?" seeing Jane not speaking, James asked.
"Itās not about it being troublesome or not, rather..." Jane thought for a moment and said, "twitter doesnāt offer this kind of husband and wife verification, after all, itās not the Civil Affairs Office, right? Who can manage who you verify as whose husband? If that was possible, wouldnāt twitter become a complete mess?"
After waiting for a while, Jane then heard him grunt.
Jane figured, if she could see Jamesās face at this moment, his face was probably blacker than the bottom of a pot.
This one grunt was full of disdain.
Disdain that twitter wouldnāt verify him as Jane Sampsonās husband.
"Forget it." After a long while, James sighed, thinking to himself that Jane was right, twitter couldnāt verify the relationship between a husband and wife.
After sighing, James continued, "Go back through your WhatsAPP messages, to the one I sent during the day, and reply to me immediately."
Having said that, James hung up the phone.