Like most American schools, St. John Elementary School adopts a small class teaching system, with only more than a dozen students in each class. Ryan sat in the corner of the last row, holding a fountain pen and writing quickly. As for what the teacher said before, I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with him.

"Ryan!" Mr. Bartock seemed to have asked a question, but found that after he called it, the guy was still standing still, "Ryan Jenkins!"

"Ah~" Ryan finally heard someone calling his name, scratching his head, and said very bachelor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bartok, I'm distracted."

"Okay." Anyway, this situation has been staged many times, and Mr. Bartok simply repeated his question, "Which four presidents are there statues of them on President Hill?"

President Hill? Capitol Hill? Ryan thought for a while and felt that it should not be the same place. Since the statue could be erected, he must be a very famous American president, "George Washington, Arabham, Lincoln..."

Seeing Mr. Bartok nodding slightly, Ryan became more confident in his answer. Anyway, the US president who knew the name was either assassinated or very famous. I think it was not those short-lived ghosts, "Franklin Roosevelt."

Mr. Bartok's brow frowned.

"Ah, I remembered, John Kennedy and George Bush."

When the name behind him was said, some classmates in the classroom laughed, and Ryan's mouth trembled. In desperation, the old cowboy's name blurted out.

Fortunately, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, ending Ryan's embarrassment. What's rare is that Mr. Bartok didn't say anything, packed up the textbooks and left the classroom.

It is already April, and Los Angeles is sunny and clear. The second class in the afternoon is a physical education class. There is no radio gymnastics, no simplified Tai Chi, and more about some enlightenment and fun games, as well as baseball and basketball.

Of course, the most popular here is rugby, but due to age, the school has some restrictions on this.

"Ryan, don't you feel bored? How about we play baseball together?" The person who spoke was the tallest child in the class except him, named Jerry, who had the same name as the famous mouse.

This is not the first time the other party has invited him. Just like all students who transfer to a new school, they will always encounter some trouble when they come to a new school. However, after Ryan knocked down the sixth-grade black man who came to find fault with one punch, everyone's eyes changed when they look at him, and some small groups of children of the same age want to invite him to join.

"Then... OK." Ryan nodded and responded. Jerry and the few people around him, although they were a little naive, were pretty good.

After doing a simple preparation activity, Ryan took over the children's special bat, followed the appearance of a professional athlete on the TV, and put on a standard batting posture.

"Wow, Ryan, you look professional." Peter, the receiver behind Ryan, started the disturbance.

Jerry threw the baseball gently upwards, looking full of confidence. Just as Peter's voice sounded, he threw the baseball in his hand after a fake move.

"Bang~"

The baseball that looked extremely fast was extremely slow in Ryan's eyes. He waved the bat and smashed it hard on the baseball.

With a "swoosh", the baseball soared into the sky, flew dozens of feet away before landing on the ground.

"Wow~ Ryan, it's a good thing!" Some people onlookers cheered, even happier than Ryan, "Home run~"

Jerry blinked, looking incredible, and after a while, he said, "Ryan, you should join our baseball team!"

"Come on, Jerry, you know, I'm very busy." Ryan refused without thinking.

"Yes, we all know you're very busy, but no one knows what you're busy with? Ryan, what do you write every day?" As Jerry asked, other classmates shouted from afar, "Hey, can you throw the basketball over for us?"

It was a sound from the small outdoor basketball court with a barbed wire between the baseball court. Who knew what these guys did, and they could actually throw the basketball here.

Ryan stepped forward and stepped on the jumping basketball under his feet. He gently picked the toes and the basketball rose from the ground. He almost subconsciously made more than a dozen fancy balls in a row. Although he hadn't played much in this life, the techniques he had practiced in his previous life seemed to be imprinted in his soul.

"Hey, Ryan, return the basketball to us quickly."

There couldn't wait to start urging there, so Ryan simply picked it hard, and when the ball fell, he used his tight outer instep to pull the ball on the ball.

His original intention was to kick the ball over the barbed wire and return it to those people in the distance. Who knew that, just as everyone was stunned, the basketball drew a beautiful parabola and hit the rebound. After a "clang", it fell into the basket accurately.

Everyone, including Ryan himself, looked at each other. What's going on?

Amid the sound of gasping, the boy could only scratch his head. Even if David Beckham came, he might not be able to play so accurately. Well, he admitted that although his skills were pretty good among fans in his previous life, this kick was completely fooled. He would not be able to play it a hundred times, or even a thousand times, but he might not be able to play it so accurately.

"Hey, Ryan, wait for me."

Ryan was walking towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, and Jerry and his friends chased him from behind, "Are you going home? Why don't we go and have fun together."

"Sorry, Jerry." Walking out of the school gate, Ryan pointed to an Audi on the side of the road, "Someone will pick me up, let's go somewhere else."

Watching Ryan get into the car with a tall girl, Peter asked, "Is that Ryan's mom? It looks so beautiful."

"No, I've heard people say it seems to be Ryan's sister." Jerry seemed to think, "It's indeed more beautiful than the big stars on TV."

Back at the apartment, Nicole looked at the time. It was already late and had to hurry up. She entered the cloakroom and took out the dress prepared for Ryan.

"Ryan, hurry up, can you do it yourself?" Nicole asked.

"No problem, it's just a little bit." Ryan took the dress and walked into his room.

Although the white shirt, dark blue Western dress, and bow tie of the same color are a bit troublesome to wear, it is not much difficult for Ryan, who has received a year of British etiquette education.

Now he has grown a lot taller than when he was filming "The Sixth Sense". His thin body has gradually gained some muscles. After a long period of persistent exercise, he finally has achieved results.

"Ryan, the phone rang, go and answer it."

It was not an ordinary trouble for women to dress up. Ryan had to quickly tidy up his clothes and ran into the living room.

"Hello, here are Ryan Jenkins and Nicole Kidman!"

"Ryan, you annoying guy, you deceived me!" There was a familiar girl's voice across from him.

"Nate?" Ryan asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's me. Ryan, is that little boy on the sixth sense poster you?" Natalie was obviously questioning.

"yes……"

"Then why did you deceive me, saying that you are a small character without lines in the movie."

Ryan blinked, this... this is clearly a turnaround, "Hey, Nat, I remember very clearly, you said this sentence!"

"Is that?" Natalie on the other side of the phone seemed to be recalling her memory. After pausing for a while, she said unconvincedly, "But you didn't deny it at that time."

"But I didn't admit it!" Just like when talking on the phone in the past, the two of them always started to argue after a few words.

"Also, is Ryan Jenkins the one behind the screenwriter also you?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell you? You still said that you were my friend. You deceived me, Ryan!"

"Hey, Nat, you never asked, okay? Am I going to jump ahead of you and say myself, dear Nat, I wrote a script and played a major role in it?"

"Then you have discussed the topic of film with me so many times in your letter, but you have never mentioned it."

"I didn't mention it because I was afraid of hitting your young and fragile heart." Anyway, Ryan simply started to mess around.

"Do you think such a small thing can hit me?" Natalie's vicious voice came from the receiver, "Ryan, wait and see. I will definitely give you a good look next time I meet."

"Then I'll wait and see."

After the routine quarrel, both of them spoke much more calm. After asking about each other's recent situation, Ryan said, "Will you go to watch this movie, Nat?"

"Yes. I've asked my mom to buy the ticket."

"So that's it." Seeing Nicole appear in the living room, Ryan realized that the call was over, "Say hello to Mr. Efner and Mrs. Shelley for me."

This is the first weekend after April. The post-production "The Sixth Sense" has been completed. After a series of publicity, it will finally be released. The 20 million US dollars is already a big investment for Miramax now. Anyway, so much money has been spent, so it is necessary to hold a premiere.

As the screenwriter and one of the main actors of the film, Ryan received a notice from Harvey Weinstein early. Of course, with his current age, he could make an excuse to refuse, but he has set his future path in this circle. As his works increase, it will be a matter of time before attending the premiere.

Besides, any circle has its own rules of the game, and people who break the rules will not be welcomed anywhere, not to mention that he and Harvey Weinstein have long reached an agreement on some publicity matters.

In Ryan's opinion, stretching his head and slashing his head is also a knife. Why not take advantage of this opportunity to maximize the benefits he can get?
Chapter completed!