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Yan Si's lyrical and slow song is rare. After he finished singing this song, he flipped on the side of the stage with one hand, then flipped back on the stage with a very thrilling fake move, and continued his extremely handsome hip-pop dance performance up.

After a concert, Yan Si completed almost zero mistakes. The singing and dancing on the microphone were all impeccable. Hilarious in the venue.

Yan Si stepped down, took the towel from the staff, wiped his sweat, and walked to the window sill where the mobile phone was placed.

No one in the background would mess with the phone, so it was still the same as Yan Si put it there just now.

Yan Si clicked on the lock screen, and saw the WeChat blessings sent by a group of people. Just as he poked into the WeChat and wanted to reply, he found a red dot on the top, which was the WeChat sent by Xie Zhi just now.

Xiaozhi: [Thank you for meeting me, thank you. 】

Yan Si paused for wiping his sweaty hands, glanced at the time, and called Xie Zhi without hesitation.

Just after the third quarter's evening self-study, Yan Si's call came in almost seamlessly, Xie Zhi quickly pressed the answer button, and leaned over to the desk to listen.

Xie Zhi: "Hello..."

Yan Si: "Have you seen the end from the beginning?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes."

Yan Si: "Have you heard that song too?"

Xie Zhi: "I heard it."

Yan Si: "Then you don't have any feelings?"

Xie Zhi: "Yes, didn't I send you a WeChat message?"

Yan Si wiped the sweat off his neck and laughed: "So short? Not sincere at all."

Xie Zhi: "How about that?"

Yan Si: "Is there any thanks? Or a reward?"

Posting something out of feeling is chasing after others to think about it, even Yan Si feels that he is a little bit shameless.

Xie Zhi was silent for a while, Yan Si put down the towel and put it on the window sill, just about to say forget it, when he heard rustling over there.

Xie Zhi seemed to have opened a notebook to confirm something.

Then, Xie Zhi said, "Yes."

Yan Si: "Really? What is it?"

Xie Zhi: "...The script, I've finished it."

"Has the script been written?"

This is indeed good news, Yan Si was also very happy, and said: "Then send it to me for a look?"

Xie Zhi: "Okay, I'll send it to you when I hang up."

Long before Yan Si called, Xie Zhi had prepared a revised Shimo document. In order not to expose the fact that he had revised it four times, this document was only called the script and had no other name.

Xie Zhi: [Graphite Connection]

Xie Zhi: [There is a password called lil]

Yan Si: [Okay. 】

It is actually quite convenient to read the text in Shimo. Click on the link, and you don’t need to download any app, just enter the password to read it.

Yan Si picked up the towel again, turned it over and wiped the sweat from his temples, flipped through it twice casually, and was going to take off his makeup after reading two pages.

Five minutes later, Yan Si remained motionless, holding his mobile phone upright.

Ten minutes later, Yan Si put a towel around his neck, leaned against the window, took the phone in another hand, and continued to watch.

Wang Ping had just had a laugh with the staff, when he saw the big Buddha Yan Si standing in the cold wind by the window wearing short sleeves, holding up his mobile phone, watching some dirty jokes, and keeping his eyes on it.

"Fuck." Wang Ping, a swearing idol, was shocked, and grabbed a down jacket in his hand, "What are you looking at, so focused?"

Yan Si ignored him, Wang Ping approached Yan Si, and threw the clothes in his hand on him: "I don't know how to wear one, and I'll take care of you for my father when I catch a cold later."

Yan Si stretched out his hand to put on the down jacket, but ignored Wang Ping.

Wang Ping was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground—what the hell, the shocking news, he called Yan Si's son, and he didn't refute? !

Grabbing Bi Fang who was passing by, Wang Ping just wanted to express his revolutionary breakthrough when Bi Fang pulled him back.

Bi Fang: "Haha, I caught you, go, go and remove your makeup."

Wang Ping: "Brother, no, listen to me—brother!"

The two of them drifted away, Yan Si changed his focus, continued to look at the phone, turned the page, and frowned slightly.

Wang Ping was caught by the makeup artist and rubbed for a while. After removing the makeup, he put on a mask, was finally allowed to get up from the chair, and immediately ran to the side of Yan Si without stopping.

Yan Si hardly changed his movements, but at this moment, standing in the cold wind and wearing a down jacket, the tip of his nose was a little red.

Wang Ping looked up, and found that not only the tip of his nose, but also his eyes were red, with tears in them that couldn't be shed. ? ? ?

Wang Ping didn't come close this time. He really fell onto a high stool behind him, struggling to hold on to the chair and support himself.

Wang Ping raised his trembling hand and pointed at Yan Si: "Yan Si? Damn? Son??? Are you begging madly??? ?”

Yan Si was still sliding the page with his fingertips, but after swiping twice, he found that the document was at the end.

Yan Si raised his hand, wiped his tears with his knuckles, looked back to the window, sighed, and calmed down.

Then, Wang Ping, who Yan Si didn't care about the fuss, closed the document and returned to the WeChat interface.

Yan Si made a voice: "It's very beautiful."

Yan Si: "I like your words very much."

Yan Si finally thought about it, and added a text message: [However, there are two small questions, I will tell you later. 】

After Yan Si finished sending, he pressed the phone to black, held it in his hand, and lowered his arms.

"Like text?" Wang Ping seized every opportunity to insert it, and as soon as Yan Si's phone was hanging down, he jumped up, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Si raised his phone and shook it: "Script."

Wang Ping: "What script?"

Yan Si: "Squad leader and I collaborated on a program on New Year's Day, and the squad leader wrote the script."

Wang Ping: "The squad leader can still write scripts???"

Wang Ping was really shocked, he felt as if he was close to the truth of some fact, and then, it seemed that he was not.

Wang Ping stretched out his hand, trying to snatch Yan Si's cell phone, Yan Si dodged to the right, easily dodging his snatch.

Yan Si: "What are you doing?"

Wang Ping: "Show me, what kind of script did the squad leader write, which made my dog ​​cry."

Yan Si: "Hehe, who is your name?"

Wang Ping: "Who else can I call you?"

Yan Si: "Want to read the script?"

Wang Ping: "Yeah."

Yan Si: "Call Father, I'll show you after I finish calling."

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, no matter how doggy Wang Ping is, he has integrity, okay?

Wang Ping: "Master Father."

Yan Si won another game, and mercifully threw the phone to Wang Ping and asked him to read it by himself.

Wang Ping opened the Shimo document, only read one line, and started talking nonsense: "My God? The human race prince crosses the white rabbit monster? The ultimate love? Didn't this kind of setting become popular hundreds of years ago?"

Wang Ping looked at Yan Si, very distrustful: "You have seen this kind of ancient setting with tears in your eyes, I'm afraid it's because you don't read too much."

Yan Si sneered, and was about to grab the phone: "Will you watch it, or if you don't look at it, you'll be knocked down."

Wang Ping: "Okay, okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, I'll just shut up and watch, okay?"

Yan Si also just made a fake move, too lazy to bother with Wang Ping, so he turned around and found an empty makeup artist, and started the procedure of makeup removal and maintenance.

It would take at least 10 minutes to complete this process. After 10 minutes, Yan Si came to look for Wang Ping by the window with his smooth skin.

Yan Si glanced at Wang Ping, and sneered: "It's not that the setting is ancient, I don't read much, so there's nothing to see, right?"

Wrapped in a black down jacket, Wang Ping was crying by the window with snot and tears, out of breath.

Wang Ping: "You fucking shut up, I want to read it carefully."

Although Wang Ping spoke very rudely, Yan Si couldn't help being proud of seeing his squad leader's script being appreciated by others, so Yan Si even took the paper for Wang Ping with his own hands and handed him a handful of tears.

Wang Ping watched it for another 10 minutes, finally finished watching the finale, and almost collapsed to the ground crying.

Wang Ping: "I can't get over it!!! I really can't get over it!!!"

Yan Si: "Please speak human language, human spoken language."

Wang Ping: "Damn it, why did they separate, why!!!!"

When Yan Si heard this question, he seemed to be disappointed: "Yes, why?"

Ji Zeyang happened to come over for inspection, and was startled when he saw all the crying here, and ran over scrambling, grabbing Wang Ping nervously: "Wang Ping? Are you okay?? What's wrong?"

Wang Ping: "Brother, I lost my beautiful love!!"

Reading sadistic texts is more painful than breaking up a relationship. No one understands Wang Ping's obsessive reading heart.

Ji Zeyang patted Wang Ping's head, very gentle: "Be good, silly boy, although it's night, don't dream about it."

Yan Si laughed so hard that he almost fell off his chair, and he recovered after a while, calling his manager over.

Yan Si: "By the way, brother, can I ask you a few questions."

Ji Zeyang was bullying Wang Ping, and when he heard Yan Si calling him so kindly, the alarm bells rang in his heart, and he hugged Wang Ping's dog's head tightly, and his manager said warily: "Don't call me brother, I'll call you brother—can you answer? , depending on the nature of the problem."

Murder and arson must not be used. I can’t stop you from coming out in love anyway, woo woo woo, it’s hard being a manager.

Ji Zeyang wanted to cry with Wang Ping.

Yan Si: "It's not a strange question, I just want to ask industry resources."

Ji Zeyang: "Industry resources? What are you going to do?"

Yan Si: "Help me ask the studio that is doing the stage tonight, whether it will accept the stage play set, and if it accepts, can the work I request be completed before New Year's Day."

Ji Zeyang: "...ah? What stage play?"

Yan Si: "Just ask for me, don't talk so much."

After saying this, Uncle Yan let go, and clicked on the class group of Class [-] and [-] on WeChat, and posted a message: [Xie Zhi and I collaborated on a stage play at the New Year's Day Gala, and there is a lot of supporting roles, who wants to participate? 】

Xie Zhi was actually very worried.

From the last session of evening self-study until he returned to the dormitory, Xie Zhi even took his mobile phone to take a shower, and put it aside, the WeChat interface kept stopping at the communication box with Yan Si, QQ vibrated several times, and he didn't have the heart to care about it.

Just now Yan Si said that there were two small problems, which almost scared his heart out.

He has written for Yan Si for many years, and he has accumulated more than [-] fans of Lofter, and many of his articles are also legendary out-of-the-box divine writings.

He thinks that he can write everything at his fingertips.

But getting stabbed in front of Yan Si is completely different! ! !

What kind of experience is it like to be told that the article has a small problem? ? ?Can I go to Zhihu to answer questions? ? ?

Xie Zhi desperately wanted to know what Yan Si was talking about, but he didn't dare to ask.

Xie Zhi sat by the desk, forced himself to open an English paper, and tried to relieve his inner tension by brushing the questions.

He had just done [-] multiple-choice questions, and Xie Zhi hadn't turned over to fill in the blanks, when suddenly, the phone rang.

Xie Zhi grabbed the phone, covered it, and hurried to the corridor before answering.

For the first time, Xie Zhi preemptively asked: "Do you think it's really good?"

Yan Si laughed: "Yeah, it's really good."

Xie Zhi: "But... you said there is a problem? What is the problem?"

Yan Si: "First of all, the ending is too cruel, what is life and death? I don't agree."

Xie Zhi is a principled writer. The writing should express his views on the world. How can he just change it?

Xie Zhi said firmly: "Okay, I'll change it!"

Yan Si nodded: "Second..."

Xie Zhi held the phone in both hands, feeling extremely anxious, swallowed, Xie Zhi blinked and said, "Second?"

Yan Si changed the topic abruptly: "Hey Xie Zhi, do you know my profession?"

Xie Zhi asked confused: "Isn't it... an idol?"

Yan Si: "Oh, my profession is an idol?"

Xie Zhi: "...Isn't it?"

"That's true." Yan Si said, "Then...what is my role in the play?"

Xie Zhi was even more confused: "Isn't he the prince of the human race?"

This is a character that Xie Zhi tailor-made for Yan Si, a very close character.

Yan Si: "So, do you think it's okay for an active idol to act in a stage play, act in a relationship with a ladyboy, or have a life-and-death sadomasochism with... a pretty girl?"

Xie Zhi: "..."

It wasn't until this time that Xie Zhi finally remembered—the White Rabbit Demon, should it be a woman...?

Xie Zhi deliberately blurred the gender when writing Yan Wo's articles. In fact, men and women are not a big problem, and it doesn't affect the reading. Therefore, he didn't find the gender problem of the white rabbit monster at all.

This is an error on the outline! ! !

If you change the relationship between the White Rabbit Demon and the Human Race Prince, it will be a traumatic experience, and you have to start all over again! !

This is a script that has been polished for half a month...

Xie Zhi was completely dumbfounded: "Then I'll change it... But, what should I do?"

Yan Si: "It's easy to solve."

Xie Zhi wanted to cry but had no tears: "Where is it easy to solve!!!"

Ning didn't know how difficult it was to be a writer! ! !

Yan Si: "It's really easy."

Yan Si: "You play the white rabbit demon, and I play the human prince."

Yan Si: "No one will be dissatisfied."

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