I Have A Space For Planting

Chapter 86, make trouble

When I came to S Film and TV, Zhang Cheng saw a look of envy in Zhang Cheng's eyes when he saw the young men and women who were young and energetic, walking on the campus during recess.

He didn't go to college, and even only halfway through high school. On the one hand, he couldn't keep up with his studies at all, and because something happened at home, he dropped out of school altogether.

He has washed dishes and vegetables in a restaurant, served tea and water as a waiter, delivered leaflets and delivered express delivery. Zhang Cheng has done many types of work. Later, he went to a screw factory to screw screws before he became more stable.

So when I saw these college students who were able to learn something, I naturally had some emotions in it.

If he can be smarter, why not go to university?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng shook his head and smiled, and did not continue to think about this impossible thing.

I found Professor Wang Liwang, and took over from him some scripts that I received during the script collection activity during this period.

Zhang Cheng found an empty classroom and began to read these scripts.

Trying to pan for gold out of it.

It's a pity that among the dozen or so scripts, there is nothing worthy of attention.

At least like "Rebirth", there is not a single interesting script.

This made Zhang Cheng a little disappointed. He looked at the time and found that it was already noon, so he simply went to the school cafeteria to have a meal.

In all fairness, although this is a school cafeteria, the food is still okay.

Not only is the variety rich, but it is also clean and hygienic as much as possible, and the taste is not bad.

The key is that the price is also quite cheap.

Zhang Cheng was bored, so he calculated in his mind that a student with an average appetite might not be able to spend 600 yuan a month for three meals a day in the cafeteria.

It's still good to eat.

It can also be seen from this that S Film and TV is not the kind of garbage school that treats students like pigs.

After all, in some places, a small on-campus supermarket can charge hundreds of thousands or even millions of contract fees, which is really astonishing. And where did the money come from? It wouldn't have fallen from the sky anyway.

But even so, if these contract fees can be used to distribute some benefits to the teachers, even half or one-third, that's fine. After all, this is somewhat of a feedback.

But unfortunately, these expenses often 'disappear for no reason'.

It's not even a bad thing, it's just a loss of money after all.

What I am most afraid of is that some schools regard most of the students who have not experienced social training and do not know the sinister heart as resources. do all kinds of things. That's what really makes one's heart tremble and the whole body cold.

Stopping his wild thoughts, Zhang Cheng ate with a big mouthful. He couldn't control these things, and he couldn't control them.

At most, when I encounter it, I will complain a few words, and if it is more, I will forward the relevant information and spread it.

After all, when a matter spreads widely enough, it will always let people who can solve related problems know... right?

After lunch, Zhang Cheng thought about finding a classroom to listen to the lecture. The 'smile' he attended last time made Zhang Cheng very interesting.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Cheng mixed into a lecture hall, but after looking at the students who were already full in the back row, there were few seats in the front row, and there were still a lot of vacant seats, so he could only find a seat in the front row that was not too eye-catching. sit down.

Soon the class music bell rang, and a very temperamental woman in her forties walked in.

She glanced at Zhang Cheng and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there would be occasional people in the school to listen in, as long as they didn't make trouble.

"Today let's talk about crying."

When Zhang Cheng heard it, huh? What a coincidence. The last time I listened to the lecture, I smiled, and this time I listened to the lecture and cried.

Crying is divided into bitter crying, loud crying, angry crying, happy crying, mourning, crying, howling, dry crying, sad crying, startled crying, etc.

Each cry is slightly different.

Especially when performing, it is even more necessary to grasp the scale.

You can't cry with snot running down your face when the character you play is happy, and you can't cry briskly when the character is sad.

Zhang Cheng listened to this professor's class with relish.

In the past, learning was to deal with parents and myself, but now learning is to know more things and generate happiness.

Sure enough, the old saying, interest is the best teacher in learning.

After the class ended, Zhang Cheng looked at the time. It was past four o'clock, and he didn't intend to listen to another class. He hurriedly left the campus and returned to Xiangxiang's residence.

I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you very much.

At around six o'clock in the evening, Xiangxiang bounced back home.

Since she started filming TV series, Xiangxiang seems to have found the meaning of life.

Watching the fragments, the composed plot, and the joys, sorrows and joys of the characters in the play made her feel happy.

After all, in the past, she was just an ordinary woman. Although she was a bit pretty, there were too many women who were prettier than her. Now, she is called Sister Chen, Ms. Chen, and Teacher Chen.

"Hey? Are you so happy?" Zhang Cheng was a little surprised.

Xiangxiang chuckled: "Yes, today's filming went well."

After changing her shoes and jacket, Xiangxiang shrank directly into Zhang Cheng's arms, her little head arched.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Cheng was a little surprised, did he stick to him so much.

"Hey, it's nothing." Xiangxiang said. Everything she has now is given by the man in front of her. This made Xiangxiang extremely grateful and admire Zhang Cheng.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng blinked his eyes. He didn't quite understand what happened to Xiangxiang, but he seemed to be fine. He stretched out his arms to hug Xiangxiang, and continued to watch the live broadcast happily.

Almost all film and television dramas pull the hips.

In terms of movies, it is better to watch them in the cinema. So just watch the live broadcast to kill boredom.

Especially Zhang Cheng is watching it now, he is a game anchor. Playing Xiahou Dun, the side tank hero, Thief Six.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but come up with the idea of ​​practicing Xiahou Dun.

After all, Cheng Yaojin can play as a hero, and there will be times when he gets bored.

At 7 o'clock, Sister Zhang prepared the meal.

Millet porridge, a plate of fried vegetables, a plate of shallot pork, and a plate of cucumber scrambled eggs. A simple combination of three dishes with meat and vegetables. Add the staple food of steamed buns.

I ate dinner happily.

And last night, after all, Zhang Cheng was in no hurry. After watching the live broadcast with Xiangxiang for a while, he smiled and returned to the bedroom with Xiangxiang in his arms.

I have tried wild ones, so I naturally have to temper them with warmth.

Just like after eating meat, you will want to eat some vegetarian food to relieve the greasiness.

What's more, swift and fierce has swift and fierce refreshment, and warmth also has a warm taste. The taste needs to be experienced by everyone.

The next day, Zhang Cheng woke up, and Xiangxiang had already gone out to monitor the TV series as usual, but such days would not be too long, at most ten days and a half months, and Zhang Cheng would once again experience sleeping with his fragrant girlfriend until he woke up naturally.

Thinking of his girlfriend, Zhang Cheng scratched his chin. Zhao Shengnan's boxing match with that naive woman was the day after tomorrow.

Did he think of some way to cheer Zhao Shengnan on?

Just do it when you think about it, Zhang Cheng is almost full of action when doing things for his girlfriend.

Immediately stood up, thought of several plans, searched on the Internet, and finally settled on one of them.

Looking for hundreds of girls, each took two 2-liter large Coke bottles, knocked them three times in a row, and then shouted together, "Zhao Shengnan!" come on! '

Do you want this kind of momentum?