I really want to hit the street

The next day, morning.

The instructor's big class said that there are homework assignments to be assigned today, and everyone must be present.

Pu Jie couldn't escape, so he had to listen to the class.

"I can't go to the crew, so there shouldn't be any accidents, right?"

Pu Jie sent a message to Wei Fan saying that he could not go, and asked tactfully whether the person he brought there yesterday was satisfied.

Wei Fan replied: "They are all good!"

All?

Could it be that Zhu Yinyin’s audition for the heroine was also good?

Damn, forget it, let her make her own fortune.

“As long as everything goes well”

Pu Jie turned off his mobile phone and began to listen to the instructor Wang Xiang's lessons. After participating in part of the script production, he also gained a better understanding of script creation.

Although he was basically listening.

But after listening to the class this semester, I can better integrate it into the actual creative experience and gain a new understanding.

Soon, it was time for get out of class to end.

Wang Xiang began to assign homework.

"Last semester, we did the first work evaluation, and many good works emerged. Among them, "My Living Life with the School Beauty" by classmate Wang Zihao is currently in the process of being re-created. Some of them are familiar to me. The director is very interested in this book, and if nothing else happens, he may start to form a crew to shoot a movie of the same name this year. Congratulations!”

Among the classmates, a boy sitting in the first row stood up, smiled politely and nodded to everyone, but he still couldn't hide the pride in his eyes.

Wang Xiang said while pacing in the classroom:

"This is a good start for our freshman screenwriting department! Let me tell you something real. In our industry, these are the basic skills. There is nothing complicated about the format. You have already learned it last semester. The most important thing is Story! Eye-catching story and matching lines! ”

"This depends on spirituality. Some people are born with it, and some people can't understand it even after being taught for a lifetime."

"Then is there any way to improve my script skills?"

"Yes! And there is only one way, write more, the more you write, the better!"

"If one script doesn't work, just two. If two doesn't work, just ten. I hope you can write 100 scripts before graduation!"

"As long as you write, you can always improve. Therefore, our homework this semester is still writing. This time the content is limited to scripts and lasts for one month."

"The requirements were not so strict last semester, just so that you can write. Many people have difficulty writing, so there is no set threshold. Novels and film reviews are all acceptable. This time, they must be written strictly according to the format of the script. It is just a check on you. Learning outcomes from last semester”

"You must seize the homework assignments every semester. This is your chance to show your talents!"

After assigning the homework, the instructor started to pack up and prepare to leave. Suddenly he remembered something and added:

"By the way, let's congratulate Pu Jie. You may have heard about it recently. His novel "Urban Son-in-law Dragon King" serialized on the Qidian Chinese website has sold the TV series rights. Wei, a graduate of our school's directing department, Instead of being the director of the filming"

The eyes of the 60 students in the class were all focused on Pu Jie.

wipe!

Was it so sudden?

He had no choice but to stand up and salute everyone.

Wang Xiang almost laughed out loud.

Long Aotian in your novel has never been so reserved, but it's damn good that that novel sold.

"Ahem. Don't laugh, everyone. Pu Jie has an advantage that everyone should learn from. He is diligent, very diligent! You may have noticed his novels. Since the book was published, more than 10,000 words have been updated every day. What kind of energy is this? This is desperate energy!”

"Which of you can create a work of 1 million words in three months?"

Everyone at the scene was silent and their eyes were full of shock.

They only knew that Pu Jie was diligent, but they didn't expect him to be so diligent. He wrote 1 million words in 3 months. Is he still a human being?

Many students in the screenwriting department read novels on Qidian. They know that there are only a few people on the entire Qidian website who can do this.

"Good boy. The compositions I've written since I was a kid don't have that many words in total," a male voice complained in a low voice.

At this time, a girl with thick eyes raised her hand.

"Well, Yuanyuan, if you have any questions, stand up and ask."

The facilitator is very happy to have someone to interact with, and now it’s time to start a discussion and set the pace!

He sincerely hopes that his students can be more diligent, as diligence can make up for their shortcomings!

The girl doesn't look outstanding, but there is a firmness in her eyes. At first glance, she is a girl with an independent opinion.

"Classmate Pu Jie, I have been paying attention to your books. Under what circumstances did you create such a beautiful poem as "If life is just like the first meeting, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind"?"

"Well"

How to create?

I carried it. I carried it when I was chasing a girl in my previous life.

This special meow fan found his way into the class?

"Uh, just... it came out as I wrote it, just like"

Pu Jie wanted to fool them, but he couldn't look like he was powerful.

"That's right! It's like reading thousands of volumes and writing like a master. The more you read, the more you'll write naturally. Everyone can do it."

"Reading break rolls, getting a God"

The girl's eyes flashed with thought, and the whole class fell silent.

"That's it. That's it. Only by reading more and writing more can you have the opportunity to write such beautiful poems."

At this time, another female classmate stood up and asked excitedly: "I have read thousands of volumes, and my writing is like a spirit. What a powerful poem! Did you also create this? Do you have the complete poem?"

This time, the whole class was shocked!

Another golden saying!

Some people have already started searching on Qiandu.

"Wow! Another original poem. Pu Jie, you are so talented. I am so envious!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Teacher Wang, look at him, look at him! If a genius works so hard, how can we survive?"

Pu Jie:（*゜ー゜*）

It seemed like he had said something extraordinary.

Wang Xiang was also stunned for a moment, and then after chewing for a while, he wrote this poem on the blackboard boldly.

"I have read thousands of volumes, and my writing is like a master! Pu Jie, am I writing correctly?"

I am an old writer, and I can tell which words it is after reading it for a while, and my writing is not bad at all.

Pu Jie bit the bullet and said, "That's right."

"Okay! Okay! Pu Jie used 10 words to summarize the content of my lecture. This is the charm of poetry! This is also the reason why Pu Jie is successful. No one's success comes for free. Only by reading ten thousand volumes can you write a good work!"

Pu Jie:（*゜ー゜*）

"In addition to the homework just now, I will give you another task. Read books, read scripts, read online novels that have sold copyrights, learn, feel, and read thousands of books! In the next class, everyone will Give me a reading list, and at the end of the semester, I will check your progress one by one."

The atmosphere among the students was high and the atmosphere was on fire.

"Good teacher! We must be like Pu Jie, who broke through thousands of volumes and wrote masterpieces!"

Dachun: "Ah!!!"

Zhang Yang: "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me! I just feel so hot!"

Wang Xiang looked at Pu Jie's bewildered look and felt a little relieved: "I'm not a arrogant person. I have great potential in the future. If I had shown this level earlier, I would have sold all the books. By the way. This guy has updated a lot of new books." , although the beginning is a bit shady, but I feel it is definitely a quality story.”

After taking a look at the class that received chicken blood, Wang Xiang took his bag under his arm and left with satisfaction.

Pu Jie was left behind, surrounded by his classmates.

"Brother Jie, can you teach me how to write poetry? I also want to learn how to write a cool poem like 'Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles'"

"Can I post this sentence on Weibo?"

"I feel that Pu Jie is already on the verge of becoming a god."

Pu Jie scratched his head, feeling that things seemed to have exceeded expectations, so he had to deal with it casually.

In the corner, several classmates drank lemonade and curled their lips.

"It's just a few broken poems. Who can't do it? I'll write one a day, hum~"

"That's a limerick of yours."

"That's poetry too!"