Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

"Unemployed man He Sanshui won a lottery prize of 9500 yuan at this supermarket two months ago..."

Qian Lang began to tell the story of "Nightclub" with utmost seriousness.

He understood what Zhang Huijun meant.

They didn't ask to see the script directly; they wanted to hear him explain it.

This is testing his storytelling ability.

Zhang Huijun listened quietly while sipping her tea.

Sometimes he might furrow his brow slightly, but more often his eyes would suddenly light up.

Moreover, he was extremely patient and never interrupted Qian Lang once.

Qian Lang spoke at a steady pace, and most importantly, he did not pause or repeat himself.

It was as if he wasn't telling a story, but reading one.

Gradually, Zhang Huijun's expression changed.

What kind of person can tell the whole story without stopping?

There is only one type of person!

He saw in this young man—persistence!

"The group worked together to fight off the robber and finally subdued him before the police arrived. The farce ended, He Sanshui got his money back, and Li Junwei mustered the courage to confess his feelings to Tang Xiaolian..."

Qian Lang spoke for almost half an hour straight.

"Have some water!"

Zhang Huijun smiled and offered a reminder.

Qian Lang quickly picked up the enamel cup and took a sip; his mouth was indeed dry.

Zhang Huijun spoke again halfway through drinking the water.

"Tell me, how can I help you?"

Qian Lang quickly put down his cup.

"Principal, um, could you help me contact China Film Group?"

China Film Group!

This is an unavoidable hurdle when making movies these days.

Or rather, it's an insurmountable hurdle for newcomers.

Without the support of China Film Group, no matter how well your movie is made, it will probably still lose money.

Of course, whether you're Zhang Yimou or Chen Kaige is a different story.

"You seem to know everything about this, huh?"

Zhang Huijun said with a smile.

But in his heart, he looked at this student with even greater admiration.

He's talented, persistent, and has a good idea of ​​what to do; what he might lack is being a school principal.

But why?

Zhang Huijun suddenly looked at Qian Lang with a hint of mockery.

"Qian Lang, I heard you wrote a song for Zhang Jizhong in five minutes. How about this, you don't need five minutes, you'll have half an hour to write a school song for your alma mater!"

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Why should he help Qian Lang?

People like Qian Lang are a dime a dozen, not just in society as a whole, but even in schools.

Of course, if Qian Lang's talent is truly that extraordinary...

Qian Lang's mouth was slightly open.

I swallowed involuntarily.

He suddenly felt that fate was... so damn messed up.

He's not afraid to write songs.

But... he still has 200 points of destiny left. If another song is released, is he going to start running around naked?

Looking at Qian Lang's expression, Zhang Huijun almost laughed.

He knew Zhang Jizhong was the biggest braggart.

"A little money..."

"Principal, give me paper and a pen!"

Zhang Huijun's words were interrupted by Qian Lang for the first time.

Qian Lang's eyes gleamed with determination.

It's all or nothing!

We've already gambled, there's no reason to back down.

Zhang Huijun looked at Qian Lang, and for the first time, her expression changed.

His surprise was written all over his face.

He didn't say anything, but pushed his notebook over and handed the pen that was stuck in his chest to Qian Lang.

In an instant, a classical allusion came to mind.

Cao Zijian composed a poem in seven steps!

If such a genius truly exists, it would be his loss not to help.

Moreover, he had a feeling that this scene would remain in his memory forever.

No, what if this kid is really good?

Publicity isn't something only Zhang Jizhong knows how to do.

Qian Lang took the paper and pen and then lowered his head.

Mind silently.

Redeem the song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky"!

He remembers this song vividly; it's perfect for the Beijing Film Academy!

At the same time, Fate Value is reset to zero!

My heart was filled with extreme anxiety.

What kind of bad luck will he have?

He started copying!

I wrote five characters.

"The brightest light in the night sky!"

The pen is out of ink.

terrible!

"Principal, the pen is out of ink?"

Qian Lang raised his head and spoke cautiously.

"No water? That can't be right, we just filled it this morning."

Zhang Huijun said in surprise.

However, he took out a ballpoint pen from his desk and handed it to Qian Lang.

Then he picked up the pen and tried it out himself.

"There's water here!"

Qian Lang watched with a pounding heart; his bad luck was about to begin.

He must save himself.

In a flash, an idea came to him.

"Principal, can this song be sung by Liu Yifei from our class? I have a contract with her."

Qian Lang wrote and talked at the same time.

He simply can't think about anything else right now.

We can't even think about whether Liu Yifei can sing this song.

The key is to get through this difficult time.

Zhang Huijun hesitated slightly.

However, they quickly gave a reply.

"no problem!"

It doesn't matter who I sing for, as long as they are students.

Moreover, Liu Yifei is currently making a name for herself in the music scene, so she's quite suitable.

And then!

[Slightly altering Liu Yifei's fate, gaining 300 Fate Points!]

A pleasant sound rang in Qian Lang's mind.

His anxiety finally subsided.

Too scary!

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When Qian Lang came out of Zhang Huijun's office, his steps were unsteady.

It's not pride, it's all an illusion.

I still feel scared thinking about what just happened.

The moment the pen ran out of ink, he truly thought he was doomed.

The effect is so immediate.

Fortunately, he was quite quick-witted.

Just that!

Qian Lang made a silent vow in his heart.

I will never gamble again.

If he gambles again, he's a dog!

Of course, he won his gamble this time too.

After appreciating the song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," Zhang Huijun immediately took out his phone and made a call.

Moreover, Qian Lang discovered that the principal was actually quite adept at handling things.

He smiled slightly as he recalled Zhang Huijun's phone call.

"Old Han, my nephew wrote a notebook, could you take a look at it?"

"He's not a distant nephew, but someone within the five degrees of kinship."

"Yes, if it's suitable, could you take care of things? Karaoke tonight? We'll talk about it later."

Old Zhang didn't say "student," but rather "nephew."

Of course, Qian Lang is no pushover either.

"Uncle, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again in a few days."

It's just a matter of striking while the iron is hot; anyone can do that.

"Hahaha!"

Thinking of this, Qian Lang couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Only then did he have the time to properly look at his alma mater.

The campus was deserted, with only a few students hurrying by. The poplar trees on both sides of the road were still bare, their branches pointing straight up to the sky like countless withered hands.

But if you look closely, tiny buds have already sprouted on the branches, so small that you have to get close to see them.

The playground was empty, and the grass was still withered and yellow, but you could already see specks of green along the edges.

The basketball hoop stood there all alone, the net swaying in the wind, making a soft rustling sound.

Everything felt so familiar, yet so distant.

Qian Lang smiled and walked for a while.

He quickly pulled out his phone, wanting to share his joy with Liu Tao.

As soon as I turned on my Nokia phone, I saw a new text message.

Qian Lang frowned!