After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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Zhao Huayuan looked at it for a while, Junxiu frowned slightly, and nodded with his free hand on the armrest of the chair.

When Wang Jian saw him like this, he felt uneasy: "Ancestor, what's the matter? I don't think there's anything wrong with this script."

"There are only two characters in this one? No supporting roles?" And the story is so badly written, the lines are so embarrassing, Zhao Huayuan has gone through hundreds if not thousands of projects, and he has never seen a script so bad. To such an extent, this is purely disgusting to him as a professional film and television person.

"What's your expression? It's enough to have a leading role, what supporting role do you need?" Wang Jian was immediately upset when he heard the second half of his unspoken evaluation from his expression.

Don't underestimate the script, but he rushed out overnight. He doesn't like screenwriting classes the most. It would kill him to be able to squeeze out [-] words. On the spot, he poured the glass of Americano in his hand on his face.

Zhao Huayuan "slapped" the script and threw it on the table: "Rewrite, shit doesn't make sense."

Damn, I really dare to say it.

But I really dare not splash it.

Wang Jian was so angry that he swallowed a few mouthfuls of Americano coffee that was so bitter that it could scald half a layer of tongue coating to calm down, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why can't it work?"

"I remember telling you that my soul has been reincarnated many times. If you think about it on your knees, can the scripts of these two characters generate energy that can check and balance my soul?"

In fact, Zhao Huayuan doesn't know how the main space of the systems works, but based on the information collected so far, he feels that the work of the systems is similar to his own work. From the point of view of the sentence, if he wants strong energy, he must need a very large-scale script, which is equivalent to finding a project that has invested a lot of money in his work.

And this is his old line.

"Do you think it's easy to arrange a script? Last time I finally gave you the whole script, but it was messed up by someone in your family. Now that the main space is strictly controlling the world's resources, I can make up such a script for you in such a short time." Already good."

Speaking of the script last time, they were angry. They arranged the script for a long time, but it was just uploaded. I don’t know why it was known by the chief system, and it was stopped. Many resources that Wang Jian distributed in this world were invalidated. Now he can't do anything.

Now the culprit turned around and told him that the script was too simple, heh.

After listening to his complaint, Zhao Huayuan said slowly after a long while: "Didn't your system take an IQ test during the assessment?"

Wang Jian's eyes widened.What does this character say?Could it be scolding yourself?

"Resources are under strict control, you won't rub it?" Zhao Huayuan tapped his fingers on the brown wood grain table with cleanly manicured nails, showing his respect for the working ability of the entire main space staff (except for his own students). Doubt: "If I'm not mistaken, my roommate Bige Aman, and the new Huang Jian, they are all 'protagonists', right?"

The two of them have undergone tremendous changes as they can see with the naked eye, and one has special attributes, which should be the characteristics of the "protagonist".

"We have something called a 'documentary'. The protagonist doesn't need to deliberately act out any storyline, just explain the real events clearly. Do you know what I mean?"

The system is dedicated to this. Even if Wang Jian defected from the main space, he still has experience in the system. Zhao Huayuan explained it like this to a fool, making him feel like his face was thrown down and stepped on. Unhappy: "I know, documentaries can't run at all, and the main space has long been discontinued..." As he spoke, he himself turned the corner.

Yeah, why not make a documentary?If you can't run, you can't run. It's not that he wants to compete for performance.

Having been in the system for too many years and with too much habitual thinking, Wang Jian completely forgot about the option of a documentary. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t have to rack his brains to write the script, and he can use local materials and resources, which is not too sweet.

So all his next words turned in his throat, and he said, "Oh, that's fine."

Zhao Huayuan originally came to see Qisheng, and thought how high the standard of talents in the main space was. Now looking at Wang Jian, he found that there was still such a level. He suddenly had confidence in his normal work and life after transforming into a system.

"You find a few existing protagonists, try to connect them with me, and then make me the protagonist of the documentary, and give me the outline within two days." Zhao Huayuan gave the order, and those who didn't know thought he was Wang Jian Party A.

Wang Jian vaguely felt that things seemed to be getting more and more strange, but he went through the cause and effect in his mind, and there was nothing unreasonable, and the method Zhao Huayuan said was indeed more appropriate at the moment, so he had no choice but to follow.

Thinking so, Wang Jian’s nose is not his nose, his eyes are not his eyes, and he said very uncomfortablely: “Two days, you think I’m the donkey of your production team? Wait for you.”

"If you don't give it to me, you will be at your own risk." Another girl came to strike up a conversation with a friend, Zhao Huayuan didn't have the patience to stay any longer, and got up after saying this.

The hand holding the back of the chair paused, and he turned around and said, "Look for a professional system this time, and don't hand over the garbage you made to me."

Wang Jian's face flushed red: "I didn't write that!"

"Oh, the whole story is 'Lao Tzu' and 'You ****', didn't you write it?" Zhao Huayuan glanced at him: "Then you write it in a different system. If there is such a script again, I will not review it."

Wang Jian felt that Zhao Huayuan was as hideous as the high-ranking producers in the main space.

Zhao Huayuan entered the subway station facing the night breeze at seven or eight o'clock in the evening. During the rush hour, the car was packed like sardine cans. I don't know whether it was intentional or not. People around him kept pouring on him, and his scarf A little crooked.

Zhao Huayuan glanced down, the girl who bumped into him just now was hitting his friend's arm with a blushing face, that friend probably pushed the girl on Zhao Huayuan on purpose, grinning after being hit .

Zhao Huayuan was stunned for a moment by the most unusual sight.

What are the identities of these two girls in the system's script?Passers-by?supporting role?Have their lives been decided?Or is it a commodity up for grabs in the market like yourself?

Then look at the people in the entire carriage. In the past, everyone was alive and human.

But now he feels out of place in this world, like a stranger in a foreign land.

Is the mediocre and mediocre surroundings people, or data, real or false?

The girl who bumped into him saw that his expression was not very good, thinking that he felt uncomfortable and disgusted by his actions, she hastily apologized to Zhao Huayuan.

Zhao Huayuan said indifferently that he was fine.

Turn on the phone, and the screen saver is a photo of Qisheng that I secretly took recently. In the photo, Qisheng is sitting on the bay window of the room, the light is very good, and it sets off that person cleanly and dreamily, like a feather floating down from the sky, not like anything in the world .

Just looking at the photos makes me feel better.

The existence of Qisheng is like a needle that fixes the sea, fixing the floating world in place.

People selling cars and houses on WeChat sent him messages, and Zhao Huayuan clicked on them one by one.

I didn't pay attention to these before, but now that I have Qisheng, I have to buy a car and a house, not only is it convenient to take Lanlan to school, but the two adults also need to have a space to be alone to promote their relationship.

Zhao Huayuan has no father, no mother, and no relatives. If the plan succeeds, he becomes a system, and the savings as a plane character will be wasted. If the plan fails and he dies, the money will be used to improve his current life and give Lan It's not a loss for Lan to inherit.

Suddenly in the crowd, Zhao Huayuan vaguely heard the word "housekeeper", and subconsciously lifted the mask up.

There is another reason for wanting to buy a car - he and Qisheng seem to be on fire.

Although I played very little time in that drama, more and more people recognize him when traveling on public transportation, and my life has been greatly disturbed.

the other side--

422 encountered difficulties during the intrusion.

As expected of the No. 4 system, it is still very difficult to sneak in silently, and it will take some time and effort.

The times are advancing, the main space is developing, and many of the methods in Xuanlong's diary are outdated. 422 took out a brand new notebook from the drawer, and recorded his work just like hundreds of years ago.

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When Zhao Huayuan got off the subway and returned to his community, he saw a car parked downstairs, which happened to be a certain model that he had recently spotted, so he stopped and took a second look.

Looking at it, the car door suddenly opened with a "bang", and a head popped out from inside.

"You guys are really shameless!" The head yelled into the car with a flushed face, raised his eyes to see Zhao Huayuan, and shouted again: "Good dogs don't get in the way, get out!"

Huang Jian tidied up his shirt that was a little messy for some reason, holding his suit jacket in his left hand, bumped away Zhao Huayuan and left in a domineering manner.

Zhao Huayuan was inexplicably fierce.

"Pfft, it's really interesting." There was a low chuckle from inside the car, and the voice was somewhat familiar.

"Ah, Mr. Zhao." The woman facing the car door first noticed Zhao Huayuan outside, and patted the girl nestled in her arms to remind her.

Ah Man was talking to his sister with his mobile phone, and when he heard what his sister said, he also glanced at the door, his eyes lit up with a smile, and he called him warmly and familiarly: "Come here, Zhao Huayuan, let me show you something funny."

Then she held up the phone screen to Zhao Huayuan.

Inside is a chat interface, Ah Man sent several videos and pictures to the opposite side, each tone is very pink, showing long legs or shoulders, very similar to the kind of pictures of Internet celebrity anchors.

Ah Man pointed into one of the videos with his manicure finger, and Zhao Huayuan watched helplessly as the camera pushed up from his legs, slid over the gorgeous and complicated Lolita costumes, and finally stopped on the anchor's face.