Rebirth In Hollywood

Like most American schools, St. John's Elementary School adopts a small class system. There are only more than ten students in each class. Ryan sits in the far corner of the last row, holding a pen and writing hard. As for What the teacher said in front of me, I'm sorry, it doesn't have much to do with him.

"Ryan!" Mr. Bartok seemed to be asking a question, but found that after he named himself, the guy stood still, "Ryan Jenkins!"

"Ah~" The boy finally heard someone call his name, scratched his head, and said in a very bachelor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bartok, I lost my mind."

"Okay." This situation has been played out many times anyway, and Mr. Bartok simply repeated his question, "Which four presidents' statues are on President Hill?"

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

Seeing Mr. Bartok nodding lightly, the boy had a little more confidence in his answer. Anyway, the president of the United States who he knew by name was either assassinated or very famous, and it should not be those short-lived ghosts, "Franklin ?Roosevelt."

Mr. Bartok's brows furrowed.

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

When the name behind him came out, some classmates in the classroom snickered, and the corners of Ryan's mouth trembled. In his anxiety, the old cowboy's name blurted out.

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

The time has entered April, the sun is shining in Los Angeles, the sky is clear, the second class in the afternoon is physical education, there is no broadcast gymnastics, no simplified Tai Chi, more enlightening and interesting games, as well as baseball and basketball .

Of course, the most popular here is rugby, but because of age, the school has some restrictions in this regard.

"Ryan, aren't you bored? How about we play baseball together?" The one who spoke was the tallest kid in the class besides him, named Jerry, the same name as the famous mouse.

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

"Then... Okay." Ryan nodded in response. Jerry and a few people around him, although a little naive, were not bad people.

After a simple preparation, Ryan took the children's bat, imitated the appearance of a professional athlete on the TV, and assumed a standard batting stance.

"Wow, Ryan, you look professional." Peter, the catcher behind the boy, disrupted.

Jerry tossed the baseball gently upwards, looking confident, and just as Peter's words sounded, he threw the baseball in his hand after a fake.

"bang~"

The seemingly fast baseball was extremely slow in Ryan's eyes. He swung the bat and hit the baseball hard.

With a "whoosh", the baseball soared into the sky, and after flying dozens of feet away,

just fell to the ground.

"Wow~ Ryan, great job!" The crowd on the sidelines cheered, happier than the boy, "Hey home run~"

Jerry blinked in disbelief, and after a while, said, "Ryan, you should be on our baseball team!"

"Come on, Jerry, you know, I'm busy." The boy refused without thinking.

"Yeah, we all know you're busy, but no one knows what you're busy with? Ryan, what are you writing every day?" When Jerry pressed on, there were shouts from other classmates in the distance, " Hey, can you throw the basketball for us?"

It was the sound from the small outdoor basketball court separated by a barbed wire from the baseball field. The ghost knows how these guys did it, and they were able to throw the basketball here.

Ryan stepped forward and stepped on the bouncing basketball under his feet. With a slight toe, the basketball lifted off the ground. Almost subconsciously, he did more than a dozen fancy balls in a row. However, the skills that he had practiced in his previous life seemed to be imprinted in his soul.

"Hey Ryan, hurry up and return the basketball to us."

The other side couldn't wait to start urging, Ryan simply picked it hard, and when the ball fell, he used the tight outer instep of his right foot to hit the ball.

His original intention was to kick the ball through the barbed wire and return it to those people in the distance. Who knows, just as everyone was stunned, the basketball drew a beautiful parabola and hit the backboard. After that, it fell into the basket with great accuracy.

Everyone, including Ryan himself, looked at each other in dismay, what's the matter?

In the sound of gasping for air, 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 he was among the fans in his previous life, his skills were still there. It's not bad, but this kick is completely blind, and letting him kick a hundred times, or even a thousand times, may not be so accurate.

"Hey Ryan, wait for me."

The boy was walking towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back. Jerry and the others chased after him, "Are you going home? Why don't we go play together."

"Sorry, Jerry." After walking out of the school gate, Ryan pointed to an Audi on the side of the road, "Someone came to pick me up, let's do it another day."

Watching the boy follow a tall girl into the car, Peter asked, "Is that Ryan's mom? It looks so pretty."

"No, I've heard it said, it seems to be Ryan's sister." Jerry seemed to be thinking, "It is indeed more beautiful than those big stars on TV."

Back at the apartment, Nicole looked at the time, it was getting late, and she had to hurry up. She entered the cloakroom and took out the dress prepared for the boy.

"Ryan, come on, can you do it yourself?" Nicole asked.

"No problem, it's just a trifle." The boy took the dress and walked into his room.

A white shirt, a dark blue western-style dress, and a bow tie of the same color, although it is a little troublesome to wear, it is not too difficult for Ryan, who has received a year of British etiquette education.

Now he has grown a lot taller than when he filmed "The Sixth Sense", and his thin body has gradually gained some muscles. After long-term persistent exercise, he finally saw the effect.

"Ryan, the phone is ringing, go and answer it."

Dressing a woman is not an ordinary trouble, so the boy had to quickly straighten his clothes and ran into the living room.

"Hello, this is Ryan Jenkins and Nicole Kidman!"

"Ryan, you nasty guy, you lied to me!" On the opposite side was a somewhat familiar girl's voice.

"Nate?" the boy asked tentatively.

"Yes, that's me. Ryan, is that little boy on the Sixth Sense poster you?" Natalie was clearly asking.

"yes……"

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

The boy blinked, this... this is clearly a slap in the face, "Hey, Nat, I remember it very clearly, this sentence is clearly what you said!"

"Really?" Natalie on the other side of the phone seemed to be reminiscing. After a while, she said still unconvinced, "But you didn't deny it at the time."

"But I didn't admit it either!" Just like when they were on the phone in the past, the two always started to raise the bar before they could say a few words.

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

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell you, you said you were my friend, you lied to me, Ryan!"

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

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

"I didn't mention it because I was afraid of hitting your young and fragile heart." Anyway, the boy just messed around.

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

"Then I'll wait and see."

After the routine quarrel, the tone of the two men calmed down a lot. After asking each other how they were doing, Ryan said, "Are you going to see this movie, Nat?"

"Yes. I've got my mother to buy the tickets."

"That's it." Seeing Nicole in the living room, the boy realized it was time to end the call. "Say hello to Mr. Avner and Mrs. Shelley for me."

This is the first weekend after entering April. The "Sixth Sense", which has already completed post-production, is finally going to be released after a series of publicity. 20 million US dollars will come to Miramax now. It is said that it is already a big investment. Anyway, the money has been spent so much, 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 on. Of course, at his current age, he can find an excuse to refuse, but he has already decided his future path. Set in this circle, with the increase of his works, it is sooner or later to participate in the premiere.

Besides, any circle has its own rules of the game, and those who break the rules are not welcome anywhere, not to mention that he and Harvey Weinstein had already reached an agreement on certain things about propaganda.

From the boy's point of view, stretching one's head and shrinking one's head is also a knife, why not take advantage of this opportunity to maximize the benefits that one can get?

Seeking collection~~Seeking ticket~