If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

The glass door of the store was pushed open, and white steam rushed out from the cracks in the glass door and was pushed back by the cold and humid air outside. A little rain came in and wet the indoor floor, but more was wet. The same thick rain boots that stepped on the tiles.

A man wearing a raincoat and holding a black umbrella walked in from the door. When he closed the glass door, he also shut out the world of heavy rain behind him. Only the room temperature and white light could be seen in his black eyes. He was sitting on a brass hot pot utensil. Another man with his back facing him.

The temperature inside the room is higher than outside, and it is filled with the smell of meat and vegetables. The brass hot pot is used to cook meat, and the man in a white robe in front of the table is also focusing on this matter. Ignoring the dangerous visitor who smelled of rain and walked into the room from behind, the long hot pot chopsticks in his hands kept rising and falling, and the desire and satisfaction for delicious food continued to overflow in the fragrance and white mist.

The man in black who came uninvited with an umbrella slowly put away his umbrella and approached the man in front of the brass hot pot step by step. In this city, it is already difficult for him to do anything to distract the other person from the hot pot. , even he was a killer who was fully prepared to come at him.

"I like to eat hot pot very much. The reason is that its smell is very spicy and can cover up many shameful things on my body. Every time I finish doing something, I will eat hot pot. This way, even if the blood on my body is not wiped clean, I can eat it openly. Walking on the street, when I meet the police officers, they will only smile and ask me if today's hot pot is fresh. The duck blood is even stuck to me." The man in front of the brass hot pot stopped slightly after feeling the person behind him approaching. He lowered his chopsticks and spoke.

In the house, another man did not speak. He stood behind the man who spoke, four meters away from the man and three meters away from the door. At this distance, she still had a chance to attack or escape, but if he shortened it further At this distance, there was only one way he could go today.

"The person who sent you should have concealed my identity from you. If you knew who I was, you might not have accepted this order." The man in front of the brass hot pot said.

"I know who you are, Mr. Zhao." The man four meters away said his first words after arriving. At the same time, he continued to shorten the distance between the two, three meters away from the man and four meters away from the gate. The difference is only one meter, but in terms of space, it seems that he is determined and will be successful if he doesn't succeed.

"You know who I am and yet you are so decisive? Have you been greedy for the place under my butt for a long time?" Mr. Zhao put down the hot pot chopsticks and turned to look at the man. Under the warm white incandescent light, his face looked very young, unexpectedly Young, no more than 18 years old in any case, his eyes are full of vigor and calmness, and there is no fear or fear of Sangmen Xing coming to his door.

"Miss Liu said that either you won't survive tonight, or Shilan Mansion won't be open tomorrow morning." The man put his hands on his sides and said calmly, "Where is the thing that Miss Liu wants?"

"Burned."

"Burned?"

"Those medicines are harmful to people, so of course we can't keep them." Mr. Zhao put down his chopsticks.

"Mr. Zhao naturally knows the consequences?"

"It's just a warehouse of medicine, and it was just a one-night friendship. Why has it become so desperate now? So women are troublesome." Mr. Zhao shook his head, "But Miss Liu doesn't really think that sending one person can solve the problem. Me?"

"I'm not the only one coming tonight." The man said softly, "Mr. Miao and Yan also came out for you."

A burst of white light before the roar of thunder flashed outside the glass door, illuminating the two huge figures standing outside under the eaves of the heavy rain. They stood side by side in silence and solemnity, like two walls, silently looking inside through the glass door. The two men had bulging waists as if they were carrying some shady weapon.

"The hyenas raised under the guild hall are all outside, waiting to come in and snatch the body to ask for Miss Liu's credit." The man said.

"Miss Liu is very generous." Mr. Zhao nodded, and after being quiet for a few seconds, he shook his head again, "I just helped Miss Chen with some trivial things, so she had to kill them all? I thought I had a good relationship with her, but in the end we were still the same. market transaction.”

"After you transferred the 'medicine' from the mansion's warehouse, there are some things you can't look back on. Do you still remember the oath you swore in front of Miss Liu? You will be a member of Shilan Mansion in life, and a ghost of Shilan Mansion in death. What? After you cross the line and die, you won't be able to be buried underground in the mansion." The man said softly, "Actually, from the day you came out of Miss Chen's village, you were destined to end up like this."

"I understand." Mr. Zhao wiped his mouth, but then picked up the chopsticks on the table, "Before we get down to business, do you want to have hot pot together?"

"Mr. Zhao, is he still in the mood to eat hot pot, knowing that he is about to die?" The man asked with a deep look at this man who even he could not figure out.

Mr. Zhao did not answer him, but just lightly snapped his fingers, and a figure with a lowered head walked out from the depths of the room. He was not fat, not tall, not short, not thin. He was a standard person who would not be found in the crowd. He was wearing The young man in a gray robe lowered his eyebrows and put a stack of fresh mutton rolls and bowls and chopsticks on the table. He stood quietly next to Mr. Zhao, hugging the iron plate and lowering his head without saying a word.

"I have said that I like hot pot very much, because the smell of hot pot is very spicy and can always overwhelm the other smells on my body after I finish my business." Mr. Zhao said, looking at the man who was already tense up to his waist. Then he waved his hand casually, but nothing happened. The boy next to him stood with his head lowered and the corners of his mouth were as flat as a ruler. You can imagine that the featureless face was wearing a serious Sima expression.

The man looked at Mr. Zhao and the boy beside him and said nothing. Mr. Zhao just raised his hand and waved, but nothing happened. It seemed that he had carefully prepared three hundred axes tonight. However, after throwing the cup as a sign of honor, no one came out to criticize him. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward until Mr. Zhao couldn't help but coughed softly, and the boy standing next to him whispered as if he had just woken up from a dream. Oh twice, turned around and walked back into the dim room with a small jump.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao is already ready to take action." The man ignored the boy's interlude and looked at Mr. Zhao and said coldly.

"After all, I know Miss Liu very well. Both Miss Chen and Miss Liu are women, and women are always jealous. I know I have done it myself." Mr. Zhao also gradually re-entered the state, but as he said Halfway through, there was a loud sound in the room behind him. He swallowed the second half of his words and turned his head to look back in confusion. The man who had always been expressionless could not hold himself tight at this time and turned his head. Chu Chunzi looked over.

The two of them looked around and saw the cold-faced young man in gray robe not far away, who was falling to the ground like a wild goose on a flat sand. He held up the iron plate in his hands and raised his buttocks to the ground. The fall was very unsightly, but they still held back. He didn't cry out in pain, probably because he didn't want to ruin the cold and mysterious atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Zhao, your men seem to be poorly trained. How can you even think about fighting Miss Liu?" The man tried to say some scene words to maintain the atmosphere that was starting to collapse, but looking at the particularly sexy and perky butt, the lines were originally fluent. It feels a little stuck when I hold it in my mouth.

"Actually, if possible, I really don't want to admit that he is my subordinate. Forget it, Lu Mingfei, just scream if it hurts." Mr. Zhao finally couldn't help but whisper as he looked at the twitching face of the young man in gray robe. , "It's all been taken in."

".Did it go in?" The boy on the ground did not dare to turn around and confirmed in a low voice.

"The whole picture was taken in, including the way you fell and your buttocks sticking out now." Mr. Zhao nodded and sighed.

He turned his head and looked in the direction he was facing. In the corner of the room, the camera department was holding a camera with a brother with a sore face and a group of onlookers wearing Shilan Middle School uniforms. Everyone looked at them with expressions that wanted to laugh but were trying their best to endure it. The big ass on the camera screen that sticks out from the ground (Lu Mingfei’s butt is indeed very perky).

"Cut"

The head of the photography department who was the photographer and director shouted helplessly, and at this moment, laughter suddenly broke out in the originally depressing atmosphere in the room. All the students who were watching had wonderful smiles on their faces.

Literary Society Graduation Micro Film, "Who Killed Mr. Zhao", Act 3, Scene 2, Cut.

"Awesome, really awesome." Outside the glass window, "Mr. Miao" and "Mr. Yan" pushed in the door and gave a thumbs up to "Mr. Zhao" at the table, "Mr. Zhao's acting skills are nothing to say. Ye from the film department also has perfect acting skills. But I think the most awesome thing is that our classmate Lu’s butt fall is so natural that there is no trace of acting at all, and it has a quite O. Henry-style ending to the drama. feel."

"O. Henry, your sister, I really fell." Lu Mingfei got up from the ground, patted the dust on the servant's gray robe, grinned and rubbed his buttocks, feeling sadly that his pelvic bone was a little cracked.

"You can fall on flat ground? If I want to act in a comedy show next time, I'd definitely turn to you, Lu Mingfei." Xu Miaomiao looked at Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in a gray robe, and said angrily, lamenting his misfortune, "You know we How hard is it to perform in a drama? Your butt was instantly wiped out, the atmosphere you worked so hard to build up!"

"You think I want to fall?" Lu Mingfei looked depressed and turned to look for the non-existent banana peel.

This is the filming site for the graduation micro-movie of the Literary Club of the Third Department of Shilan Middle School. The story of "Who Killed Mr. Zhao" tells the story of a gold medal killer (played by Zhao Menghua) during the Republic of China who retired from the world and met a beautiful woman named Liu in the concession. (played by Liu Miaomiao), and fell in love with her, and then discovered that women were not from a good family, and secretly controlled most of the Republic of China.

At the same time, in an accident, the eldest daughter of the Chen family, who is kind-hearted and only wants to save the people of the country, also falls into the sight of the gold medal killer. In the fierce collision of the choice between justice and evil, and the two involuntary loves, A grand drama belonging to the gold medal killer that integrates espionage, saving the country, and sadomasochism is gradually staged.

This is really an interesting script, conceived by Chen Wenwen, the Minister of Literature. In it, Zhao Menghua is the gold medal killer, Chen Wenwen is the eldest lady of the Chen family, and the twins Xu Miaomiao and Xu Yanyan are the feared "Mr. Miao" and "Mr. Miao" in the killer world. Mr. Rock".

Many members of the literary club have their own roles, either as warlords or store owners. In addition, the literary club has also relied on its own energy to hire many foreign aids to film this film, which will be broadcast in the middle of the graduation season. A short film for the whole school to watch.

For example, the one who plays opposite Zhao Menghua is the killer, who is a specially hired ace foreign aid from the film department who has passed the Chinese drama school examination. As the director and photographer, he is also the head of the photography department who has won several gold medals in the city and has countless outstanding works. , even Liu Miaomiao is actually considered one of the foreign aids. After all, she is not yet a member of the literary club. The villain role of Miss Liu was originally left to Su Xiaoqiang. Unfortunately, Su Xiaoqiang was not interested in micro-movies. Although she did not appear in the film, she kindly sponsored professional filming equipment (the director of the photography department actually came here for this). After the micro-film ended, her name had to be hung in a conspicuous place as a sponsor.

However, even the scene where so many big guys gathered could not save a young man in gray robe from suddenly falling on his butt. Originally, the micro-movie was about to reach its climax next, but this little guy in gray robe immediately knocked their butts off. The construction period has been extended indefinitely.

The gray-robed boy under the gold medal killer Mr. Zhao. This was originally Lu Mingfei’s position. In the plot, he has no special background identity worth exploring. He is the kind of person who walks around during tense confrontations to highlight Mr. Zhao’s laughter and gossip. , a tool man with gentle and indifferent characteristics, but now it seems that Mr. Zhao and the killer have become his tool men to enhance his funny color.

Lu Mingfei, who messed up the filming of the last scene, began to apologize to the actors who had worked hard on the set. When he bent down to apologize in front of the foreign aid classmate who played the cold-faced killer in the graduation short film of the Department of Literature, the other party could only shake his head helplessly. Shaking his head and saying it didn't matter, he turned his eyes away from this unlucky guy and walked to the camera not far away to see his previous performance. Lu Mingfei was left standing alone in embarrassment and at a loss.

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work." Mr. Zhao clapped his hands and shouted to everyone in the room. Everyone clapped and cheered twice and started to tidy up the scenery and restore it to the previous scene.

"The front part feels very good. Considering the post-editing, it can be used directly after a little processing, but the broken part at the back has to be cut out and started again." The head of the camera department watched the previously shot footage in front of the camera. The president of the literary club is also "Miss Liu" who explained carefully.

"Is that so? It's really troublesome. Where do we have to start reshooting?" Chen Wenwen stepped forward and looked at the picture on the camera carefully and asked.

"It started from here. After the boy came out, he started to collapse." The director of the photography department glanced at the man named Lu who was not far away and was helped to a chair by "Mr. Zhao" Zhao Menghua and rubbed his buttocks.

"Are you saying that Lu Mingfei is not suitable for this role? We made a mistake in selecting the person?" Chen Wenwen hesitated for a moment, looked at Lu Mingfei and then looked at the director of photography with some hesitation, "This role needs to be replaced by someone else." Is it the right person to play the role?”

"It's okay not to cast. After all, I choose the people. I have never made a mistake in looking at people in the Zongheng Photography Department for so many years. Look at this classmate Lu, he is not tall, short, fat, or thin. The key is that he has no characteristics. , after putting on the boy uniform, he looked like a real boy. He was the most authentic actor in this scene. But I don’t know why. The filming was all good, but as soon as he appeared in the camera, I felt a little bit. I'm broken, and the more I keep on shooting, the more I'm broken." The head of the photography department looked at the footage and kept rewinding it with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Is there anything we can do about this?" Chen Wenwen was also a little confused. "He is also a member of our literary club, so he must be included in the micro-film. We will submit it to the school when we prepare to graduate, and ensure that everyone Can take a photo."

"I'll think about this again." The head of the photography department softened a little when he saw the girl's headache. After all, before this, he had patted his chest and said he would help the literary club handle this matter. "Why don't we change roles?" Admit it, there are always some people in this world who are born with a narrow path to acting. This classmate Lu in your club is an example. When I saw his face in the camera, I felt a sense of disobedience."

"Sense of disobedience?" Chen Wenwen looked at Lu Mingfei in confusion, then looked at the camera and didn't quite understand what the other party meant.

"That's it. In this type of sexy scene with killer, negotiation, mysterious elements, and full of style, it's impossible to have a bad guy like Lu Mingfei. I mean the feeling of a funny character!" said the director of the photography department! Said with a wry smile.

ps: It will enter the plot from an interesting angle