Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

"If you wanted to plant a tree, the best time would have been ten years ago."

"Secondly, now."

Lu Qian, who was a screenwriter in his previous life, was all too aware of the prospects for short videos and micro-dramas in the next few years.

Although 2014 was not the peak of the industry's development, it was a crucial period when major platforms began to lay out their strategies and user habits were cultivated.

And he, a reborn individual with ten years of industry experience, only needs to slightly apply the operational methods from his previous life to deal with his current competitors, and it's practically a game-changer.

"Most importantly, if I film short dramas on campus now, I can significantly reduce costs!" He glanced at the group of people in front of him.

Teacher Wenwan is professional and elegant, Zhang Qian is lively and has a great sense of the camera, Shen Xinyi is pure and sweet, and Wang Lei and Li Sisi are full of student spirit.

Isn't this a ready-made prototype of a high-quality cast and production team?

Jiangcheng No.1 High School is a free, natural filming studio, with all the scenes needed for youth campus dramas. The key is that filming is free.

The right timing, the right location, and the right people—all three are in place.

If not now, when?

"Shooting a short drama?!"

Hearing Lu Qian's words, Zhang Qian couldn't help but ask, "Lu Qian, do you mean you want to film one of those short, one- or two-minute episodes like those online shows at school?"

Zhang Qian comes from a classic art-circle family, so she is somewhat familiar with this kind of short drama project that has recently emerged.

But she was somewhat surprised to hear that Lu Qian was going to do this.

After all, very few people know about short drama projects, let alone want to try them.

It seems Lu Qian's family is quite powerful.

"Yes, that's right."

Lu Qian said, "These short dramas don't require much cost, and they're still in their developmental stage. We have the resources now; it just depends on whether we dare to take the plunge."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Wan, who was standing to the side.

As the school's music teacher, she was the one who had the final say.

Moreover, he remembered that this music teacher seemed to have graduated from the Communication University of China and had certain resources behind her. If he could persuade her to join, her future development would be much easier.

"A fool wouldn't take advantage of a bargain, and a coward wouldn't eat a woman's rice." This is his consistent principle.

"This idea is indeed very interesting..."

A hint of inquiry flashed in Wen Wan's beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

She looked at the composed high school senior in front of her and leaned forward slightly: "Lu Qian, your idea is very bold. Could you tell me more specifically how you plan to do it?"

DuangDuang twice.

Wen Wan was naturally unaware of the immense destructive power of her forward leaning motion.

This almost made the hot-blooded young man faint from the milk.

That was too fierce; it almost scared the high school student to tears.

"Ahem, that's natural."

Lu Qian took a deep breath, calming his instruments down, and said, "Professor Wen, I do have a preliminary idea for the specific plan."

"I will choose a down-to-earth subject matter, closely related to campus life and youthful emotions, and then add some special ingredients to ensure it attracts attention."

"As for filming equipment, we can start with a phone and stabilizer, or rent an entry-level DSLR camera. Post-production editing can be outsourced to technicians..."

He spoke fluently, using technical terms unintentionally, which made Ms. Wenwan's eyes light up more and more, while Zhang Qian and the others had expressions that said, "Although I don't quite understand, it seems very impressive."

However, Lu Qian's speech came to an abrupt end not long afterward.

It was stuck in a perfectly awkward position, leaving everyone in suspense.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Wen, I have to start class soon."

He gave an apologetic smile: "Okay, Teacher Wen, we'll contact each other again about the song recording and the short drama later. Zhang Qian, please give Teacher Wen my QQ number later. I'll organize a preliminary script outline and ideas for the short drama and send them to you tonight. We can discuss it in detail after you've read them."

He deliberately stopped here, keeping everyone in suspense.

When doing business, he can't reveal the whole plan; that's his bottom line.

Always keep something in reserve; it's better to meet again in the future.

Moreover, unfinished words are more likely to arouse curiosity and make the other person pay more attention than finished words.

Doing business is not just about making money, but also about psychological games.

Lu Qian understood this point.

Although Ms. Wenwan was still not quite finished, she nodded understandingly.

This Lu Qian was truly different from any student she had ever met before.

"Okay, it's settled then." She smiled and agreed.

The beautiful teacher looked at Lu Qian and subconsciously raised her hand, with a touch of elder's gentleness, wanting to gently pat his head.

"You go back first, don't rush, be careful on the road..."

"..."

Lu Qian looked at the slender hand reaching towards his head and almost slightly flinched backward.

Although you are very beautiful, touching your head at this time is a bit inappropriate.

As expected, his action startled both of them.

Lu Qian immediately realized what was going on, and quickly gave an awkward laugh to cover it up, saying, "Um... thank you for your concern, Teacher Wen, we'll be going now!"

After saying that, he quickly winked at Zhang Qian and Shen Xinyi, nodded to Wang Lei and Li Sisi, grabbed his schoolbag, and walked out of the broadcasting room.

"This child..."

Ms. Wenwan's hand froze in mid-air as she looked at Lu Qian's retreating figure, a wry smile playing on her lips.

……

……

The classrooms for the second and third years of high school were in different teaching buildings, so when they arrived at Lu Qian's teaching building, only the three of them remained in the group.

"Lu Qian, bye-bye!"

"See you after school, Lu Qian!"

Bye-bye, see you later.

At the entrances of Class 8 and Class 7, Zhang Qian and Shen Xinyi waved to Lu Qian with smiles before walking into the classrooms, their backs graceful and beautiful.

This immediately sparked another round of envious glances.

Lu Qian didn't linger and returned to the door of Class 7, Grade 12.

I was just about to sneak in through the back door when—

"Splash!"

"Here he comes! The God of Songs is back!"

"Grab him quickly!"

"..."

"?"

The moment Lu Qian stepped into the classroom, the previously noisy discussion erupted.

"Aruba!"

Led by Zhang Liu, several boys sprang up from their seats like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey and swarmed forward.

Lu Qian didn't even have a chance to react before he was grabbed by several strong arms.

"What are you doing?!" Lu Qian struggled, both amused and exasperated, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

He was so engrossed in the broadcasting that he completely forgot his song was played in front of the entire school.

When these rebellious adopted sons heard this, it was bound to be bad news.

He struggled for a moment, and so he struggled.

Pathetic.

"What's going on? The God of Song has arrived! He deserves the highest welcome from Class 7!"

Zhang Liu grinned mischievously and shouted to the others, "Brothers, are the back door pillars ready? Let's celebrate Brother Qian's instant fame!"

Xiao Liuzi had been plotting rebellion for a long time and had long harbored ill intentions towards his own Lu Qian. In an instant, his true colors were revealed.

It was this rogue ninja who started it all!

"Okay!"

Several boys excitedly echoed, and dragged Lu Qian toward the back door.

As Lu Qian watched the cold door frame pillar get closer and closer, a chill ran down his spine.

Even though I know it's a joke, it still doesn't feel good.

"Quiet down, class is starting, everyone sit back down."

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

The voice wasn't loud, but it instantly froze the movements of the boys supporting Lu Qian.

It is Lin Shuyue.

She had stood up at some point and was now standing ramrod straight beside her seat.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting a faint golden hue on her profile, making her skin appear even whiter and her demeanor more aloof.

This is the Battle Emperor

At this moment, the girl's gaze calmly swept over the boys, without any particular anger, but the calmness in her eyes and the aura of the "class monitor" made Zhang Liu and the others subconsciously let go and awkwardly take a few steps back.

"Cough cough..."

Xiao Liu scratched the back of his head: "Hey, the weather's really nice today..."

"..."

A group of boys at the third stage of Dou Qi instantly fell silent, their gazes shifting between Lin Shuyue and Lu Qian.

No wonder he's the class monitor's childhood friend; he's saved him from taking ten years of detours.

I envy lemons.

"These high school students..."

Taking the opportunity, Lu Qian broke free from his restraints, straightened his rumpled school uniform, and looked at Lin Shuyue: "Thanks."

As expected of my childhood sweetheart, she even knows how to protect my future sexual happiness. She's so considerate.

Hearing this, Lin Shuyue turned her head slightly and said reproachfully in her cool tone, "Hmph, I saved you, is a simple thank you enough?"

Lu Qian was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Is this little girl acting all high and mighty?

He instinctively reached into his pocket for a piece of chocolate.

Upon checking his pockets—

Completely empty?!

I forgot, I already "bribed" all the money in the playground and the broadcasting room.

"Ugh, what should I do?"

Looking at Lin Shuyue's slightly pouting profile, Lu Qian suddenly recalled Zhang Qian's teasing words to him at the classroom door of Class 8.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. He suddenly stepped forward and leaned close to Lin Shuyue's ear.

I was so close I could smell the faint fragrance in her hair and even feel the temperature rise instantly in her earlobes.

He spoke softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"We're out of chocolate, but... how about I give you a bite?"

"?!"

Upon hearing this, the girl paused for a moment, not immediately feeling shy, but even expressing a longing for it.

Then her eyes glistened with tears, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Hey, what are you saying?!"

"Lu Qian! You...you're a scoundrel!"

She first pretended to be shy.

Then, as if remembering something, she lowered her voice and timidly added, "But the songs that hooligans sing are really good."