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Cheng Xirong asked what help it was. Hee Yiming had a cheap look on his face, saying that Cheng Xirong was a tough nut to crack. Completely out of place, Cheng Xirong simply closed his eyes and rested, no longer wasting any more time on him.

Hee Yiming had always enjoyed picking up Pann Nanxing. It wasn't for anything else, but to see a young man like Pann Nanxing standing there shyly with his face red, he would feel a kind of malicious pleasure. Pann Nanxing's emotions were sluggish. He felt embarrassed and embarrassed, yet he couldn't bear to flee. Cheng Xirong as a bystander, when examining his memory, can clearly see Hee Yiming's face.

Seeing through his intentions, his little tricks were completely ineffective.

Seeing that he didn't raise it today, Hee Yiming felt bored and didn't say anything more. The man with the crew cut hair who came to deliver the book was a little surprised to see Cheng Xirong. He looked at the two of them for a long time and didn't even have the nerve to ask if they were talking directly.

Hee Yiming, who had just suffered a setback at Cheng Xirong, was questioned about his charm. He put a hand on his small flat head and asked: "What are you looking at? What is senior doing now? "

"Talking with a few classmates, he said he'll call you over to the west gate for some fun tonight."

"I'll go find him now."

Cheng Xirong sat up: "I'll go too."

The boy turned his head at the same time as Hee Yiming, his face full of surprise and confusion.

Cheng Xirong stared fixedly at the crew cut. "Give me the script."

The boy with the crew cut replied with an "Oh" and handed the script over. Only after that did he come back to his senses. He held his empty hand and looked at Hee Yiming helplessly — it was originally given to Hee Yiming!

Cheng Xirong looked at the script. His posture was skillful and focused, completely different from the rookies that rarely touched the script. It was a type of aura, a type of aura that appeared from the depths of one's bones... It was different from the smell of the others. He sat down on the steps and lowered his head to reveal a couple of twists above his head. His white neck, which extended into his T-shirt, was soft and beautiful.

Hee Yiming licked his lips, "What, you want to participate?"

Cheng Xirong did not reply and continued flipping through the book.

Hee Yiming swallowed his saliva: "If you say something nice to me, I- * cough, this is the senior's graduation design for the directing department. If you want to give a prize, your excellent work will be recorded in the textbooks …"

Cheng Xirong finally looked up.

Hee Yiming's eyes lit up: "How is it?"

Cheng Xirong closed the script with one hand. "I know. I don't play. "

Hee Yiming: "..."

Cheng Xirong: "I'll go take a look."

The script was called The Ward. It was written by a girl in her sophomore year as a screenwriter, and it told of a girl who had spent three months in a mixed ward because of a fracture of the lumbar spine. Some had been hospitalized, some had recovered and left the hospital, and some had left their lives in this place. She had seen all kinds of people, experienced despair, saw hope in others, experienced the bitterness of the world.

In terms of group movies, the script is a bit weak. But in the personality of a clear, contrasting, dramatic conflict is strong enough. Let's see if the director can express these tensions to cover up the flaws in the script.

The director was called Su Minglin, a chubby boy. His eyes were narrowed into slits, and his body curved 30 degrees. He seemed to be laughing. He greeted Cheng Xirong amiably and asked if he wanted to try out a character. After being rejected, he pulled Hee Yiming over to have a chat.

Cheng Xirong twisted his thumb and ring finger as his gaze swept over the few people in the room. For characters like these, these few players were far from enough. Unless he was planning on having these people dress up and have one of them play more than one role.

This is not so easy to achieve. This requires a clear distinction between the different characters, not only in terms of image, but also in terms of light, background, composition, color, music, and so on. If the director was weak, the audience would only be able to mix those characters together.

Moreover, the acting requirements of this pair of actors were very high. Those present were all students. It would be hard to find someone who could split the spotlight so easily.

Cheng Xirong touched his fingertips together and paused for a moment. On the other side, Su Minglin was talking with a girl, who smiled sweetly and covered her mouth with her fingers. Su Minglin then said something, causing the girl to lower her head slightly. As her eyes gazed upwards, the sweetness from before was instantly enveloped by a layer of gloom.

Cheng Xirong felt a fine layer of cold sweat on his back. Changing faces in a second was too sudden and he was caught off guard.

Cheng Xirong wanted to ask the girl for her name, but when he opened his mouth, Su Minglin called out to him first, "Go get someone at the door."

Hee Yiming sat down on the table and asked, "Who is it?"

Su Minglin had a mysterious look on his face: "Your upperclassman." "I know I'm going to take a picture of the set, so I'm coming over to take a look.

Five minutes later, Cheng Xirong was speechless as he looked at Fu Zhou, who was standing in front of him. He was still wearing his black baseball cap, but this time the brim was in front of him, covering his long, pale eyes and revealing only a hard chin. He also had a little stubble on his beard. He definitely hadn't shaved in the morning.

Fu Zhou: "... Why are you here? "

Cheng Xirong: "This is my school."

Fu Zhou: "Oh …"

Cheng Xirong retorted, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Zhou took off his hat and, like the day before, put it back on his head to fix his hair. Cheng Xirong's eyes were exposed. His eyes were bloodshot and when he looked at Cheng Xirong, he had a strange feeling when he looked at Cheng Xirong. He had thin lips, a straight nose, and a narrow nose. However, he could not be a woman. His hair was still stiff when it was let down.

He pushed down his hat and said without much spirit, "I'm here to choose a few rookies."

Coincidentally, he thought the same as me.

Cheng Xirong immediately became nervous. Right now, he also needed new actors, and he could only find these students who had yet to graduate and slowly train them. However, if they were to collide with Fu Zhou, the pros and cons would be very obvious. Fu Zhou was not very famous, but at least he had some achievements. There were quite a few directors who were reported, but very few writers were nominated and discussed. Fu Zhou was one of them.

Cheng Xirong has also seen the online drama he wrote called "Pearl less", which is the most famous one in recent years. Also be sure that the director and actors play a supporting role, but Fu Zhou can not fail.

One could make a choice just by thinking about it. Being with him was much better than being with a student like him. Moreover, not long ago, he was just a weak trash.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips and looked on alert. Fu Zhou waved his hand and turned around to call out to Su Minglin. "Please roll your kebab. Let's talk over food."

The youngsters instantly became excited and shouted with glee, "Thank you, senior!" Su Minglin knocked his shoulder with his foot: "It's been a long time since I last ate the old Wang family of Xi Men, right? "You can't leave without getting drunk tonight!"

Fu Zhou patted Cheng Xirong on his back and turned around. "You come with me."