Back to 17, My Brother is the Cult Leader

While everyone was eating roast duck, they started asking Li Xinyu gossipy questions.

"Alright, stop asking, I'll tell you all at once."

Fang Yuan is from Qingdao and is a year younger than Huang Xiaoming. The two grew up together.

"You're doing very well in your studies."

"My family's financial situation is average."

That's all.

"But he's really something else. He treated us to dinner today, and it cost over 800 yuan."

"Wow, are you sure you're not a rich kid?"

"No, that's not true. This is money they earned themselves."

"According to Huang Xiaoming, Fang Yuan has published several novels since his second year of high school."

"Some of them have already been published and sold more than 100,000 copies."

"I heard that a film and television company has approached him to prepare for adaptation."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Great physique, handsome, rich, talented, and practically from the same hometown. Wow, Xinyu, you have an advantage of being so close."

"Pah! How disgusting!"

"Look, look, she's blushing."

Yes, Li Xinyu was right.

Before arriving in Beijing, I received a call from Li Minghao.

The Shanghai Film Studio contacted the magazine, expressing interest in discussing film and television adaptations of "Flying Colors" and "Eighteen-Year-Old Sky".

Fang Yuan's suggestion is to wait for now.

Let's talk about it after he gets into university. Whether he gets into Beijing Film Academy or Central Academy of Drama, he'll have connections.

Only in this way can one have some say.

The application period for Beijing Film Academy is a few days later than that for the Central Academy of Drama.

Fang Yuan suspected that the two companies had agreed in advance to stagger the registration and examination times.

It can be seamlessly integrated.

It seems to encourage candidates to apply for multiple exams simultaneously, giving them an extra chance.

After registering for the Beijing Film Academy, Fang Yuan stayed for a few more days.

I also audited a few classes at the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy.

Huang Xiaoming also took him to meet Professor Cui.

Teacher Cui still greatly admired Fang Yuan and specially invited him to dinner at her home.

They also said they could contact the school to see if they could be admitted early.

Fang Yuan politely declined.

Just kidding, after studying for so long, I have to take a real test.

Moreover, he believes that with targeted preparation, the probability of failing the exam is still very small.

There's no need to owe anyone a favor.

Moreover, he has so many published novels as a trump card.

Finally, Huang Xiaoming's winter vacation began, and the two of them took the train back to Qingdao.

Still a hard seat, thirteen hours, straight to the final destination, Qingdao.

When the train arrived at Tianjin Station, a family of three boarded.

The man was carrying a bag, and the woman was holding the hand of a girl who looked to be about the same age as Fang Yuan.

The girl had her hair in a ponytail, wore a white down jacket, had a small face, and big, bright eyes.

They were looking for seats and happened to be right next to Fang Yuan.

The man stuffed his bag under the seat, let the girl sit by the window, and sat himself by the aisle.

The girl glanced at Fang Yuan as she sat down.

Fang Yuan nodded.

The train started moving. The girl took a book out of her bag and started reading.

Huang Xiaoming glanced at it, then leaned closer and whispered, "English vocabulary."

Fang Yuan didn't respond.

After a while, the girl looked up and saw a brown paper bag on Fang Yuan's table with the words "Beijing Film Academy" on it.

"Are you from the film academy?" she asked.

Fang Yuan nodded.

"I plan to apply to the Central Academy of Drama's acting department after the Chinese New Year," the girl said.

Fang Yuan smiled. What a coincidence! The girl was quite famous in her past life.

Huang Xiaoming became interested: "I'm a freshman in the Performing Arts Department at the Beijing Film Academy. What's your name?"

"Chen Hao".

"Absolutely! He's a heartthrob," Fang Yuan thought to himself.

Huang Xiaoming started chatting with her.

Her mother opened her eyes, smiled, and asked, "Are you classmates?"

"Neighbor," Huang Xiaoming said.

"Are they all studying acting?"

"I passed the exam last year, and he registered this year."

"He writes screenplays," Huang Xiaoming said, pointing to Fang Yuan. "He has published novels."

Chen looked at Fang Yuan and asked, "What novel?"

"The Girl Who Leapt Through Time"

"I haven't seen it. I'll go back and look for it."

Fang Yuan didn't say anything more.

Chen Hao's father put down the magazine and chatted for a few minutes.

A native of Qingdao, working in a government agency.

My home is in Shinan District.

With more people, there are more topics to talk about, and since they are from the same hometown, their accents are friendly.

Time flies.

Upon arriving at Qingdao Station, the two parted ways with Chen Hao and her family.

When Fang Yuan arrived home, Fang Jianguo wasn't there. A note was left on the table: "The food's in the fridge."

After eating, take a shower and go to sleep.

The next day, we started packing and preparing for the New Year.

On New Year's Eve, Fang Yuan and Fang Jianguo were alone.

Fang Jianguo cooked four dishes and opened a bottle of wine.

The father and son drank, saying very little.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV.

Fang Jianguo asked, "Do we have to go to Beijing for the exam?"

"Yeah, three exams. After summer vacation, I'll go to Beijing with Xiaoming. After the exams, it will be March, and then I'll come back to take the college entrance exam."

Fang Jianguo nodded.

Chu Yiyuan went to pay New Year's greetings to Aunt Zhang's family.

Gao Hu from the second year of junior high school came. The three of them chatted for a while, sat for half an hour, and then left.

Starting in the third year of junior high school, Fang Yuan locked himself in his room.

He wants to write a screenplay.

The novel has already been published; now it's going to be adapted into a screenplay.

He wanted to write two versions of the screenplays for several novels: one outline and the other a detailed outline suitable for filming.

Let's start with the outline.

The outline for "Flying Colors" is 12,000 words long and has already been written.

The outline for "Eighteen-Year-Old Sky" is 15,000 words long, and I've already written half of it.

I spent three days writing the outlines for four novels.

These outlines are for preparing for exams and negotiations; if they don't work, they can be published.

After completing the outline, write the detailed outline.

The outline is even more detailed.

Every scene, from how the visuals are presented to what the lines are, is clearly written out.

First, I'll write about "Lost in Thailand".

Fang Yuan had seen this movie in his past life.

During the Spring Festival travel rush, both bosses and workers endure a long and arduous journey.

The images are all in my mind.

He writes quickly.

Li Chenggong is in a meeting at the company, while Niu Geng is drinking milk at the airport.

When planes couldn't fly, we took trains; when trains stopped, buses broke down; then tractors and donkey carts were used, and finally we got home.

I wrote about every single one.

It took four days to write over 80,000 words.

Then there's the detailed outline of "Eighteen-Year-Old Sky".

This is a bit slower.

TV dramas have a long time frame.

Gu Yuetao entered Jiaying Middle School and took over Class 8 of Grade 3.

He ranked last in the monthly exam.

Establish a military order.

Shi Yanfeng is disobedient, Lan Feilin wants to transfer schools, Tang Song doesn't dare to speak, and Wang Junze chooses sports.

Solve them one by one.

The grades gradually improved.

The college entrance exam is over, and the whole class did well.

It took a week to write over 90,000 words.

There are only a few days left of winter vacation.

Huang Xiaoming came to see him twice, asking him to go out and play ball.

He didn't go.

"You've really become a bookworm," Huang Xiaoming said.

Fang Yuan ignored him.

It snowed outside the window.

It's a thin layer; it melts as soon as the sun comes out.

Fang Yuan leaned back in his chair, looking out the window at the sky.

School is about to start.

I'll write the detailed outlines for the remaining three novels during the summer vacation.

After school starts, I'll be busy with exams and reviewing my academic subjects.

There's no time left.

Huang Xiaoming printed out the detailed outlines of the two novels he had written, but he didn't take the computer back with him.

Anyway, he didn't need it, so he gave it to Fang Yuan.

After binding, I put it in two brown paper bags.

I stood up and stretched.

School starts in a few days.

He plans to take a break and revise the two scripts again when he has time after school starts.

Let's not think about it for now.

Everything is ready.

I hope everything goes well.