(Second Update)

Author: The Lost Dragon

(Second Update)

Zhu Shengxiao read a long paragraph in one breath, and suddenly felt a little thirsty. He stopped, picked up the water cup and drank two sips.

Wang Yu, who was standing beside him, looked at the manuscript paper in her hand, and couldn't help but exclaim, He, good guy, I've only read one tenth of it!

The two girls were very focused on listening. One thought, A Sheng wrote so delicately, and the other suddenly felt that what he wrote was not good enough.

Zhu Shengxiao moistened her throat and continued:

"Ping'er took a mirror to take a look at Wang Xifeng. When she saw the beauty in the mirror, she had a unique charm. Wang Xifeng's mood was indeed better.

Just when he thought about the reason for the quarrel today, Wang Xifeng looked angry again, 'That's because you don't know who it is this time!'

Ping'er had actually heard the corner of the wall outside the room. At this time, she still pretended not to know and asked curiously: "Who is it?"

Wang Xifeng gritted her teeth and said, "It's the bitch of the Bao Er family!"

Ping'er sighed in her heart, brought the makeup box over, and helped the hostess put on makeup again, and said softly: "My dear, rich, and those with shallow eyelids naturally rushed over-'

As soon as she was halfway through, Wang Xifeng interrupted her: 'I forgot the serious business when I quarrel, then... When the bastard came back, he asked me for money, and said that it was my friend's father who went there and wanted to follow someone else.

You went to open my box and gave him twenty taels.'

Ping'er:'...'

She really wanted to grab her grandma's shoulder, shake it to death, and wake her up loudly: You and I just quarrel! Just now!

Based on her understanding of her grandfather, this friend may be true, and the friend's father passed away may be true, but it may not be certain whether he is a friend or not.

After all, if you have more friends, you will have more reasons to ask grandma for money!

She didn't refute either, and no master liked maids who always fucked her.

According to the hostess' instructions, she opened a money box and took out twenty taels of snow-white silver patterns.

The silver price of 10 taels and one ingot was heavy in his hand. Ping'er wrapped it in a veil, put it in his arms, said goodbye to his grandmother, and went to find the male protagonist.

As soon as she left the house, Ping'er returned to her side room first. Because she was the maid whom the heroine trusted the most, she had her own separate room in this yard.

After entering the room, Ping'er carefully checked the doors and windows, picked out two blue bricks from the bottom of the bed, took out a clay pot, took out a ingot of silver, and put it in carefully.

He put the clay pot back and covered it with blue bricks, then he called someone to find the male owner.

It’s not that I called the male owner back, but that I just asked the male owner where he was.

She guessed that the male owner was upset by the quarrel, so she probably didn't feel like looking for flowers and willows. She probably found a friend and went to drink.

According to her, grandma shouldn't have given the second master money. As long as there is enough money, the second master will not go home at all!

Second Master always has so much time to get together with the jaspers from the small family inside and outside the mansion, but he just lacks a regular businessman.

It would be better to give up a few thousand taels of silver and donate an official to the second master in the sixth ministry.

It is best to go to the heavenly listening. If you have to go to court every day, it will be the most perfect.

Anyway, she has lost this money, so that she will not lose both money and money in the future!”

Zhu Shengxiao's voice stopped abruptly, and several students from the same group looked at her with confusion: "Why don't you read it?"

Several people noticed that there were still several sheets of manuscript paper on her hand.

Zhu Shengxiao smiled embarrassedly: "I wrote too much, but I wrote so much without realizing it. If it was just a script, it would be just right here."

The few people suddenly realized and couldn't help but admire Zhu Shengxiao.

For Wang Yu, Qin Haoyang and others, it is extremely difficult to barely write a piece of manuscript paper, and you can even write too much without realizing it!

Now, only Song Huanxi is left. She is a little nervous now. It’s okay to forget the manuscripts of the three boys. Chen Mengru and Zhu Shengxiao both made her feel pressured.

Song Huanxi was originally full of confidence, but now he is a little worried and confused.

She let out a long breath with a soft breath, but she read it in a slight manner: "It's been a few days, and I'm still a little uncomfortable with the new residence--"

Song Huanxi's writing was not long, and he finished reading it in a blink of an eye. It was different from the previous ones after reading it. This time, several students did not speak, and Wang Yu's expression was quite strange.

Qin Haoyang spoke hesitantly: "It seems... it's not as creative as Chen Mengru, nor as delicate as Zhu Shengxiao--"

Wang Yu didn't speak, but quietly gave Qin Haoyang a thumbs up.

Chen Mengru blinked and didn't say anything.

Zhu Shengxiao waved his hands repeatedly: "Nothing can be found, Ahuan wrote much more interesting!"

Song Huanxi was in a complicated mood. She felt that Qin Haoran was right, but she was unwilling to give in.

After thinking for a while, she raised the first question: "Ameng's adaptation is indeed very creative, but the most interesting thing about her adaptation is that cat."

"So, who will play the cat?"

Several people looked at each other, and finally Chen Mengru said with a laugh and cry: "I quit because I am not considering it!"

I was just having fun, but I didn’t pay attention to whether this adaptation could be performed!

When I think of one of the three female students, crawling around on the knees of the emperor played by the male student—

Chen Mengru couldn't help but feel chilled.

Song Huanxi said again: "A Sheng's writing is indeed delicate, but for a long paragraph of inner activities, do we have to arrange a narration?"

The few people were stunned and imagined the performance scene. Ping'er, played by the actress, walked into the courtyard, while the narrator kept talking about Mrs. Wang's affairs-

This picture is really beautiful.

Guan Zhizhou nodded first: "I support Ahuan."

The remaining few people also agreed, so everyone reached a consensus again, and the final version was still Song Huanxi's manuscript.

Logically speaking, Song Huanxi should be happy, but she couldn't be happy. This time, she caught the major flaws of the scripts Zhu Shengxiao and Shen Mengru.

What about the next time?!

She won't be so lucky every time!

Song Huanxi felt a strong sense of crisis.

...

Seeing that most of the students had finished their discussion, Qin Dao knocked on the blackboard and announced that he would go directly to the next step: the rehearsal stage.

Song Huanxi's group gathered again, and her manuscript was placed in the middle of the table. Wang Yu stared at the draft for a while, and suddenly said:

"A Huan, there are only three people in your manuscript!"

"And we have six people, which means three people can't get on stage?"

Song Huanxi was about to explain, but Wang Yu suddenly patted his chest and shouted: "You guys, I will sway the flag and shout for you, and beat the drums to celebrate!"

Seeing his excited look, he really doesn't want to act in such a literary romance film at all.

Qin Haoyang immediately shouted: "I'm still there!"

"Let's hit the double drum!"
Chapter completed!