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He Jing hadn't spoken yet, but Luo Mingshan stood up and spoke without pain in his back: "We are liberal arts students ourselves, so we can get an original script."

Everyone in the class thought this was a good idea, and they usually competed in all aspects, both openly and secretly. Everyone volunteered and asked to take the initiative to contract the task of screenwriting.

The squad leader picked a few students who were usually inspired to write from his waving little hands, and quickly set up a screenwriting group to let them communicate more in private, establish the theme and content as soon as possible, and arrange drama staff.

The temporary screenwriting group quickly started the first meeting, with the representative of the Chinese class acting as the temporary group leader, convening and recording the content of the meeting.

The representative of the Chinese class is a very spiritual girl, who usually gets a perfect score in her composition. On this point, He Jing is even ashamed of herself.

It is said that it is a screenwriting team, but in fact there are only four people.The representative of the Chinese class looked at this group of gifted scholars and beauties who were even among the best in their grades, and asked the first question:

"What theme do we want to establish?"

Talented Scholars really lived up to their reputation. A girl wearing He Jing's silver-rimmed glasses was the first to speak up: "Since it is going to be performed at the school gala, it can't be too stingy. It's best to show a kind of feeling."

As he spoke, he looked at He Jing and asked for his opinion with his eyes.

He Jing said: "That's right."

Not to be outdone, the other girl spoke her thoughts along the way: "It's really good. Everyone, I have a suggestion, why don't you just write a script based on historical figures? Although most historical figures have two sides, they really have a personality. There are also countless celebrities with national feelings.”

Her suggestion seemed to be for everyone, and after going around a few times, she kept her eyes on He Jing.

He Jing was stared at several times and still didn't know it. He looked at the Chinese class representative almost without thinking: "Write about Qu Yuan, write the copy now. There are still 10 minutes before the class meeting ends. If you are fast, you should probably be able to write come out."

Naturally, the three girls had no objections. Whether it was in the course study or in the accumulation of reading, they all liked the image of a lifelong struggle for the Tao that they insisted on without being polluted by the world.

He Jing is even more so.

For him, Qu Yuan is not only a cold or bright character in history, but for him, some of Qu Yuan's attitudes towards life have been carried out in his childhood and have more or less influenced him now.

Fortunately, these three people are all masters of literature and science, and they usually accumulate enough reading materials. They are familiar with Qu Yuan's life and works, so it is easy to write a copy at this time.

But each of them wanted to write enough scripts for the No. 1 person in their hearts to be worthy of him. Until the class meeting was over, the four members of the screenwriting team were still sitting around a table, exchanging opinions and thinking head to head. Doing the icing on the cake over and over again.

When Li Qi slipped to the door of the second and third class of high school, what he saw was such a scene.

He Jing and the three girls were next to each other, sometimes talking and laughing, and sometimes scribbling in the notebook.

He Jing rarely smiles, but now he has a faint smile on his face, and I don't know who made him so happy...

Why is it getting more and more eye-catching?

Just when Luo Mingshan was about to go out to attend the host training at the broadcasting station, Li Qi who had just turned to leave was stopped by someone: "Li Qi? Why are you here?"

Li Qi had no choice but to turn around, look at Luo Mingshan with a smile, and found an excuse in his heart: "I... come upstairs..."

Before he finished speaking, he was caught by He Jing who walked out of the class.

He Jing was putting the final touches on the copywriting, and casually exchanged a few words about his feelings about Qu Yuan's "Heavenly Questions", but unexpectedly met a bosom friend, and he felt a kind of high mountain and flowing water excitement.

Just as he was about to have a few more in-depth exchanges, he heard Luo Mingshan outside the house shouting loudly to Li Qi.

Qu Yuan, who had been in love for many years, suddenly lost his attraction to him, and He Jing put down the pen in his hand and walked out.

But he saw that Li Qi was about to find an excuse to slip away.

"What are you doing upstairs?" Seeing that there was no one around, Luo Mingshan also left, so he simply let himself go, showing off his flamboyant temperament.

Li Qi only felt a trace of cold sweat running down his spine, so he had no choice but to tell the truth: "I'm here to find you."

He Jing was amused: "Then why didn't you come in and call me? Are you planning to slip away?"

The tone of the second sentence is slightly raised, and it is not so much a rhetorical question as a sarcastic statement.

Li Qi refused to tell the truth, he couldn't say that he was jealous, could he?I had no choice but to apologize: "I found half of it and suddenly remembered that there are still some things waiting for me to deal with in the class..."

He Jing looked at him indifferently, and cursed fiercely in his heart, he never sees Li Qi forgetting the matter at hand, this is obviously an excuse.

"Then let's not talk about this." Fortunately, He Jing didn't want to press her, "What did you want to do here?"

Li Qi suddenly became interested, and blinked his starry eyes: "I came to ask you, what show would you like to see me perform at the New Year's Eve party..."

"Break a big stone in your chest." He Jing didn't think about it.

Li Qi never expected that He Jing would have such a special hobby, and felt at a loss for a while: "It's not good, I haven't practiced before, and it's only a month before New Year's Day, so it's too late..."

"No, let alone whether you can practice or not, the school won't let this show pass the review, okay?" He Jing couldn't help but stop him.

Li Qi was disappointed: "But don't you want to see it?"

"...I was just joking."

Haha, children are so easy to deceive.

He Jing snickered, thought for a while and said seriously: "You watch the newspaper program, I like it very much."

Whether it's singing or dancing, whether it's today or tomorrow.

I like it very much.

Li Qi was about to show off his extensive knowledge reserves to others, when the cruel and ruthless preparation bell rang.

"Brother Jing, I'm going back to work first..." Li Qi was a little bit unsatisfied.

"Go, I'm going back to write something too."

With a smile in his eyes, He Jing returned to his seat and sat down again.

The homework book and pen he had just used to conceive the copywriting temporarily were taken away, He Jing was stunned, and followed Xiang Zheng's strong eyes watching him, it was Tang Tian.

The silver thread of the same style smiled sweetly at him, He Jing just nodded slightly, then opened the notebook again, and added content to it with his own knowledge reserve.

Although the other three members of the screenwriting team have also read Qu Yuan's works, none of them can retell them word for word like He Jing. At most, they are familiar with the more popular passages in it.

Therefore, He Jing took the initiative to undertake the task of selecting the general background of the introduction of each scene.

They roughly selected several different works of Qu Yuan as the title and background of each scene, and more specifically...

Let's take a step by step...

During the lunch break at noon the next day, He Jing finally handed over the roughly integrated script to the representative of the Chinese class for her to polish it.When the script of this original historical short drama "Ling Jun" was born, everyone in the class was amazed.

The class leader was very satisfied after watching it, and efficiently divided the class into two parts: the logistics group and the actor group, and the choice of the leading role was directly handed over to He Jing.

"Squad leader, I'm in the screenwriting team, so it should be counted as logistics?" He Jing was struggling, "What if the cast team has any objections?"

He struggled hard, but the squad leader would be wrong, he laughed and asked the cast members: "He Jing plays Qu Yuan, do you have any opinions?"

The people in the class are rarely united: "No!"

Luo Mingshan grinned, and said sarcastic words while pouring tea: "Brother Jing, you just admit it. Looking at the entire second (third) class of high school, who has more character of Qu Yuan than you?"

These words were so outrageous that He Jing covered his mouth.

Luo Mingshan twitched restlessly several times, finally escaped He Jing's restraint, and was about to run away with two thermos cups in his hand.

"Where are you going?" He Jing blocked the seat to prevent him from moving.

Luo Mingshan raised the extra-curricular books and cup in his hand: "The host has a special training at noon, I have to pass."

He Jing was amazed: "For the special training, you have to train hard. What extracurricular books did you take? And you also brought two glasses of water."

Luo Mingshan blushed: "I brought another glass of water for Yueyue. The weather is a bit dry these two days. I soaked herbal medicine for her in case she would get angry."

"And," Luo Mingshan opened the extra-curricular book in his hand, "we are going to read manuscripts, not to go on a errand."

"Can I read anything?"

"Now, after a while, when the program list comes out, I have to read the lines of the screenplay."

He Jing handed him a copy of the script: "Then you should read this one first, it will be used in historical dramas."

Luo Mingshan was in a hurry and didn't have time to look more, and then the things ran away.

Afterwards, the person in charge of the logistics team came to He Jing to discuss the costumes worn in the play. He Jing patiently popularized the characteristics of the costumes of Chu State in the pre-Qin period, and specifically explained: "Qu Yuan's Qu Yuan should try to choose green clothes and plain clothes. Yuan, the lighter the color, the better...Forget it, when the time comes to choose clothes, tell me and bring me with you."

The costume group was flattered.

After the lunch break at noon, Luo Mingshan came back with the materials He Jing stuffed for him, pointed to the obscure words on it and asked, "Brother Jing, what are these? There are so many uncommon words. I can barely read it."

He Jing had just woken up, and was confused for a while. He put on his special mirror for Xueba, and pushed the frame: "Opening remarks."

As a screenwriter, he spared no effort to add the work of the leading role and the costume team. It's really not too hard. Isn't he qualified to choose a narrator?

He Jing waited for Luo Mingshan to put away his things, and the two of them put on cotton jackets and went out to PE class.

After all, it was the first ten days of December, and the weather turned cold as soon as it was said to be cold. The delicate and expensive He Jing couldn't stand it. After getting up in the morning and having a cold war, Luo Mingshan, who was forced to wear a coat, put it on with him. Cotton clothes.

He Jing, who is deeply obsessed with health preservation, put on a pair of padded long johns silently.

Bloated is bloated, life-saving is the most important thing.

So much so that after attending physical education class and doing warm-up activities, I was a little sweaty, and I took off my coat boldly and stood upright in the cold wind.

In just one class, He Jing managed to catch a cold.

"Hahaha!" Back in the dormitory at night, Luo Mingshan couldn't help laughing as he looked at He Jing who was sitting under the quilt while reciting lines while constantly wiping his nose with paper.

He Jing glared at him angrily, and asked in a low voice, "The northwest wind blowing while undressing together, why don't you catch a cold! Cough, cough, cough..."

Speaking of excitement, I couldn't help coughing.

Luo Mingshan hurried up to pat him on the back: "Your physique is not as good as mine. I often play basketball."

He Jing dismissed it: "It must be because people are stupid so they don't catch cold easily."

Luo Mingshan didn't care about this personal attack at all, and searched for medicine for him: "Do you want to drink cold medicine?"

"Your potion is bitter, don't drink it."

"My granules are not bitter... Do you want to take cold tablets?"

"Is there any sugar coating?"

"No, just ordinary pills."

"Don't eat, it's bitter."

"..." Luo Mingshan had no choice but to sit back on the bed, "I only have these medicines, and I still have two capsules, do you want to take them?"

Just as He Jing was about to speak, Luo Mingshan answered, "Oh, by the way, He is a talented man who is well-educated, but he just can't learn mathematics and swallowing capsules. Hahahaha..."

"Then you must be sick." Luo Mingshan gave up struggling, and went forward to help He Jing tuck the quilt twice with a loving face.

When Li Qi opened the door of 320 with his English paper, what he saw was this scene: Luo Mingshan was lying on He Jing's body at an arm's length, with his hands around his body, He Jing was tightly wrapped , face reddish.

……Wait a moment?