The entertainment industry is big and everyone has it

"What is the red note?" Wei Yan asked strangely.

"The red note means, from today on, no matter who asks you what's wrong, you must answer it." Chu Yi explained triumphantly.

"Why?" Wei Yan frowned: "What will happen if you don't answer?"

"If you can't make it, you'll have to drop out of school and go home!" Chu Yi threatened.

"That's not a coincidence, anyway, high school A and high school B next door both sent me admission letters." Wei Yan said indifferently.

Chu Yi was dumbfounded.

"Why are you so good at studying by watching videos every day?!" The students around were envious.

Who would go to a rich high school if they could go to a normal high school?

What?You ask why my parents don't spend money to find a relationship and put me in a normal high school?Of course it's because they think I'm unworthy!

"It's not easy. People divide their minds into left and right. One half is in charge of rationality and the other half is in charge of sensibility. Isn't it all right to use the emotional half to watch videos and use the rational half to study?" Wei Yan took it for granted. Said.

It seems like this... What a fart!

Your brain can be split in half and used! ! !

"Yes, I can." Wei Yan nodded affirmatively.

Damn it, a winner in life sneaked into us and waited to die, ah no, rich high school is here!

"I don't know what's going on with your red note. Since I'm being asked to drop out of school, I'm leaving." Wei Yan carried a small schoolbag on her back, stepped on the playground that was not yet warm, and walked slowly towards the school gate.

"Wait! Don't you want to take a photo with your favorite comedian?" Chu Yi asked.

Wei Yan's footsteps stopped.

"Don't you want to get the year-end benefit unlimited data card free for life?"

Wei Yan turned her head.

"Although you are wearing a school uniform, if I read correctly, your shoes are limited edition LO shoes. If you stay, how about I provide you with a set of out-of-print LO skirts worth tens of thousands every semester?"

Wei Yan ran back to Chu Yi, grabbed Chu Yi's trouser legs, knelt down and cried, "Dad, can you let me stay in this school?"

"That depends on your performance." Chu Yi raised the corner of his jaw and said proudly.

"I will work hard and become the king of the catch!" Wei Yan clenched her small fists, her expression full of determination.

"Okay, click..." Xu Xiwen stopped and said, "After the first act, everyone is very good!"

"I died laughing, this is too funny!" Leng Feizhang laughing beside him made his stomach hurt.

"I thought it was funny when I read the script, but I didn't expect the performance to be even more funny." Wan Jie echoed.

"Sure, Xiaowen, I used to watch you tinkering with scripts, but I didn't expect them to be so good!" Zhou Xu said with his arms around Xu Xiwen's neck.

It was a coincidence that Xu Xiwen found that there happened to be a school idol drama script on Yuan's computer, so this could be used as an excuse, otherwise Xu Xiwen could write a script in a month, which would be shocking.

"I didn't expect me to be quite talented in acting." After going through it, Chu Yi said complacently.

"Isn't it because of his true colors?" Ke Wei complained.

"Who really played the role? I played the role of a high school student!" Chu Yi said dissatisfied.

"Where is it not true? Local tyrants, money-spreading, narcissism... Hey, the more I talk, the more I feel that it is you. Did Xiao Wen think of Chu Yi when he wrote the script?" Ke Wei winked at Xu Xiwen.

Xu Xiwen looked at Ke Wei's narrow expression, then looked at Chu Yi, who seemed to be indifferent but kept threatening him from the corner of his eye, and felt what it meant to survive between the cracks.

Because the script is interesting and everyone on the set is about the same age, the atmosphere of filming is also very pleasant, and the progress of the whole crew is very fast.

Soon the progress of the play advanced to the scene where the heroine meets three other people.

Wan Jie is the gentle prince in F4, he can say the most comforting quotes in the most gentle tone.

This day, Wei Yan is still racing against time to watch the video. In recent days, she has felt unprecedented pressure. It's a new stalk with a hanging beam and a cone stabbing the buttocks.

Her slogan is that no stalk is allowed to enter other people's minds without passing through her mind.

But using the eyes for a long time will make the eyes tired. Looking at it, the eyes are sore. She rubbed her eyes, and a tear fell down.

"If you feel sad, stand on your head so that the tears will not flow down." A boy handed her a tissue and said softly.

Wei Yan took the tissue in a daze, she raised her head, she was quite handsome, why didn't her mind seem to be working well, who is sad, is it sad when she is crying, I yawn and cry faster!

"If you don't mind, you can tell me what's on your mind." The boy sat next to Wei Yan and said with a smile, "My name is Wan Jie."

Wei Yan saw the students next to him see Wan Jie, ran away with a fearful expression on his face, and at the same time gave her a warrior's admiring look.

Wei Yan was very puzzled, although this boy seemed to have some brain problems, but he was so handsome and soft-spoken, how could he be so scary?

As everyone knows, there is a kind of torture called gentle knife, a knife grinds people.

What Wan Jie loves the most in his life is to give others psychological counseling classes. As long as he sees you looking slightly troubled, he can chase after you and chatter endlessly, starting from analyzing your troubles to the origin of the world and then explaining the sayings of Buddhism. When it comes to you with a dull expression and a blank mind, he will only nod frantically, and he will let go.

Soon, Wei Yan will understand.

"Why are you crying?" Wan Jie asked.

"I didn't, I was tired from watching the video." Wei Yan denied.

"I understand. Girls like you don't want to expose their wounds to others." Wan Jie smiled.

Wei Yan: What do you know? ? ?

"Actually, I can almost understand it. I know that you have been forced to accept the stalking life after A Yi posted a red note, isn't it." Wan Jie tried to melt Wei Yan's defenses with a kind look in his eyes.

"I'm not tired, because of my video, my card, and my LO skirt, I'm motivated every day!" Wei Yan shook her head.

"I know. You are not really happy at all, your smile is just the protective color you wear." Wan Jie was filled with pity.

Wei Yan gave up. She felt that Wan Jie and Wan Jie were two species talking to each other. They couldn't explain clearly. She smiled and got up and wanted to leave.

"Don't go, let me come to Domi... No, let me comfort you." Wan Jie held Wei Yan's hand and refused to let her go.

Wei Yan tried to break free, but found that Wan Jie's hand was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

Wei Yan: So all the handsome guys in this school are sick and have strength?

Then Wei Yan knew why Wan Jie was so hard to avoid.

From the top of the sun to the setting of the sun, Wan Jie really talked non-stop. When his mouth was dry, he swallowed his saliva to moisten his lips. He was a better teacher than Tang Monk. Wei Yan felt that he was going to be saved. .

"So, don't cry easily in the future, please, promise me." Finally, Wan Jie felt that it was almost done, so he called it a day.

Wei Yan nodded frantically.

"Don't be so excited, and you don't need to thank me, come on!" Wan Jie smiled with satisfaction, feeling that he had done a good person and deed today, and left happily.

Wei Yan wants to cry but has no tears. Why is there so many neuropathy in this school? !

"Crack! Wei Yan and Wan Jie's scenes are over, Zhou Xu is ready!"

Zhou Xu played the melancholy prince.

One day Wei Yan was walking around the school watching the video, when suddenly the sound of the piano from somewhere covered the background sound of Wei Yan's video.

Wei Yan turned around and left, but she found that the voice was everywhere, and she couldn't avoid it at all.

Is this school haunted? Did I encounter... a ghost hit the wall?

Wei Yan shivered.

At this time, two girls came to meet them, and finally saw a living person. Wei Yan rushed over excitedly, and heard them talking.

"Prince Zhou playing the piano is so good, the station master had an idea to hide the recording equipment in Prince Zhou's piano practice room to broadcast live, so that we can all hear it."

"Yeah, so it won't disturb Prince Zhou!"

Wei Yan looked up and saw broadcasts all over the place...that's all right.

Wei Yan tried to find a secluded place to watch videos. After searching for a long time, she found that the sound coming from the door of a classroom was the smallest, so she squatted at the door and continued to watch videos.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice came.

"What are you doing here?"

Wei Yan raised her head and found another handsome guy, she subconsciously wanted to run away.After all, all the handsome guys in this school seem to have problems.

"Have you run away? Sure enough, they are just passing by." Zhou Xu sighed.

Wei Yan:? ? ?

She turned around.

Seeing her turn her head back, Zhou Xu sighed again: "Why bother to look back, a miss is a miss."

Wei Yan glanced at her watch, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon, why she seemed to be dragged into Wang Yiyun's painting style inexplicably.

"I'm sorry for being a human being?" Wei Yan tried to communicate.

Zhou Xu's eyes lit up: "So you understand me. Since you are a bosom friend, you can come and listen to me play the piano in the future. My name is Zhou Xu."

After speaking, he turned and left, and the leaving figure seemed to have a sad bgm.

Wei Yan glanced at the classroom in front of her, remembered it firmly, and never came here again! ! !

Chu Yi watched Wei Yan and Zhou Xu's performance, and nodded with satisfaction.

Isn't this a hundred times better than the drama next door?

Think what comes.

Ke Wei walked up to Chu Yi and talked to him.

"Xiao Yi, next door "The Fate of the Clouds" premiered today."

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