Starting from you are my glory

"I will match you with a formal crew."

Sister Ling gave me a lot of money as soon as she came up. She waved her hand and said, "I will go back to Shanghai to organize people for you now!"

"When everyone is gathered, I will take you to Beijing, and then you will become part of the crew as I just told you, and integrate your thoughts, opinions and pictures into it!"

"But before that, I want to take your script." Sister Ling shook the script in her hand, "And you have to take your ideas to Shanghai."

"The screenwriter has to write the script first, otherwise I won't be able to go to the director with your first draft."

"This is not my first draft." Zhang Lulu's face turned red. If it hadn't been for everyone who had read it, she would have wanted to grab it and tear it up.

"I expanded it based on the actual story of Jingjing and Yu Tu."

"No wonder I thought it sounded familiar when I read it." Sister Ling suddenly realized, "It turns out it's a real person!"

In order to sign Qiao Jingjing, Sister Ling chased her to Yixing alone before the Chinese New Year. She also learned about Yu Tu and Qiao Jingjing's affairs while having dinner at Qiao Jingjing's house. However, at that time, Qiao's father and Qiao's mother mostly praised Yu Tu as their parents. Achievements and help to Qiao Jingjing, what I'm watching now is the emotional story expanded by Zhang Lulu as a recorder, so it has a familiar but invisible effect.

"Okay, that's it!" Sister Ling was full of energy now, "Lulu, give me your mobile phone number."

"After I find the screenwriter, some storylines still require you to communicate directly with the screenwriter. After all, if you rely on me to relay it, the effect will be another level worse."

After adding her contact information with Zhang Lulu, Sister Ling picked up her bag and was about to leave.

"Sister Ling, let's have dinner before leaving."

"I'm going to treat you to dinner tonight."

"Next time." Faced with Qiao Jingjing's persuasion to stay, the resolute Sister Ling couldn't think of eating now. She just bought some bread mats for two bites. "Next time when I bring the crew to Beijing, let's go together. Juju can be regarded as a kick-off party!"

"That's okay." Seeing how everyone was about to leave the dormitory before Sister Ling finished speaking, Qiao Jingjing knew that she couldn't keep her, "Then I'll see you off."

"I'll go too." Zhang Lulu followed closely.

"Thank you, Jingjing." After seeing Sister Ling off, Zhang Lulu returned to the dormitory again. She felt completely relaxed. She felt that the thick dark clouds that had been weighing on her head for the past few days had dissipated. Although it was only morning, I have started to feel sleepy uncontrollably, and my upper and lower eyelids are fighting crazily.

"Go and rest."

The drowsy look made several people feel distressed, and they hurriedly lifted Zhang Lulu to his bed. Listening to his even breathing, several people also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh." Li Jia slapped his arm, "Finally, we have achieved some initial results."

"Yes."

"I was in a daze last night, just watching Lulu writing and drawing with a desk lamp on."

"It's just too much pressure."

The three of them stood in front of Zhang Lulu's bed and chatted for a while before they dispersed. Although it was just fate that they lived in the same dormitory as roommates, they had to say that their relationship was relatively deep. They couldn't help before, so they could only worry. The stress will be gone and you will feel relieved.

......

"Li Meng!" Li Meng, a short-haired man who had just completed several runs back and forth on the indoor basketball court and was so tired that he was lying on the ground, heard the shout from the coach and walked over in small steps without taking a rest.

"Coach Zhang."

He said hello very respectfully.

"Is this you?" Coach Zhang nodded and handed the laptop in his hand to Li Meng, "It looks similar to me, but the photo is a bit blurry, so I asked you to ask."

Have a photo of me? Li Meng didn't understand it, but the moment he saw the computer, he knew that it was indeed him.

What opens on Coach Zhang’s computer screen is the report about the three-on-three basketball confrontation written by Zhang Lulu. Especially Yu Tu, who scored six consecutive three-pointers, has become famous on the basketball court, but no one has been able to do so since then. I met him on the basketball court, but I heard that I met him many times in the library.

In the photo, Yu Tuzheng is calmly taking action on top of a person's head without squinting. The background is himself.

Fortunately.

Li Meng breathed a sigh of relief. He was neither conspicuous nor clear in the photo. It seemed that the person who took the photo had specially processed it, so as to better highlight the handsomeness and extraordinaryness of Yu Tu.

"It's me." Li Meng nodded and admitted honestly.

"Then this one." Coach Zhang pointed at Yu Tu who was shooting over Li Meng's head, "It's called Yu Tu."

"Six three-pointers in a row over your head, really?"

"Not six." Sensing the curiosity and hidden dissatisfaction from the coach, Li Meng's cheeks turned red and he retorted: "Only three!"

"Then it's true that he scored six three-pointers in a row, right?"

Coach Zhang looked at Li Meng in front of him with dissatisfaction, "Although you just joined the school team this year, you have been practicing basketball since junior high school. It stands to reason that your basic skills, defensive ability and defensive awareness are all better!"

"And you're taller and stronger than that one named Yu Tu!"

"Are you taking it lightly?"

"No." Li Meng lowered his head when told by Coach Zhang, but he did not dare to refute because he knew that what Coach Zhang said was right.

"I was a little careless when I was defending before."

"But I really covered his eyes with the last ball." Li Meng said and gestured, took the computer over and flipped it to the bottom, pointing at the snapshot, which was exactly the picture he just mentioned.

"He just can score goals!"

"It's interesting." Coach Zhang scratched his chin with interest, letting the thick stubble pass through his fingertips, replacing the balding forehead, giving him the illusion that I was still young.

"What's the origin of this Yu Tu?"

"Not specifically for basketball practice."

Li Meng honestly shared the information he collected with Coach Zhang.

"No one had seen him on the basketball court before he played with me, and no one had ever seen him on the basketball court after he played with me."

"I'm from the Finance Department. I heard that my grades are very good. I can often see him in the library."

"That's talent."

"Extraordinary talent?" Coach Zhang became more and more interested as he listened. "Our school team is currently lacking such outside shooters."

"Only when you have a shooting percentage can you score, and when you have scores can you widen the gap when the game is tense and then seal the victory."

"You contact him." Coach Zhang pointed at Yu Tu in the photo, "Pull him over and give him a tryout."

"If the conditions are met, he will be admitted to the school team!"

"Ah?" Li Meng pointed to himself in confusion, "Shall I go?"

"Why." Coach Zhang glared, "Is it possible that I should go?"

"No, no, no, I'll go, I'll go." Li Meng couldn't bear the direct gaze from the coach, his back felt cold, and he quickly agreed.

"ASAP!"

"It's best to come here tomorrow!"

Waving his hand to indicate that Li Meng could leave, Coach Zhang began to plan in his mind how to train on the road.

If someone is truly gifted, then he definitely cannot be treated as normal!

Why is it me!

Li Meng's face drooped, full of dissatisfaction.

Originally, he was defeated by Yu Tu head-on, especially the consecutive three-pointers that directly shattered his initial arrogance, which already made him feel somewhat resistant to Tu.

Later, when they inquired about Yu Tu from many sources and found out that he was actually a person who had never touched a basketball or received any formal training, his resistance became even higher.

I've been practicing for more than ten years, why don't you just throw it? !

No one can stand it.

I originally thought that we would never see each other on the basketball court, but I didn't expect that just a few days later, I would have to invite him to participate in a trial training in person!

I don't want to!

But I can’t refuse!