[Comprehensive] The Birth of the Dramatist

Xiao Ming sat in the office and read the latest regulations of the station. The sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the light blue curtains white.

Xiao Ming closed the notebook, "The above are the adjustments Zhanzi has made in response to this hacking incident. Do you have any objections?"

"No objection." Xiao Nuo seemed to have just woken up, his hazy eyes were still confused.

"Are you listening to me?" Xiao Ming was a little distressed, "Your cold is still not good?"

"Ah, no." Xiao Nuo smiled, "I just came back and I'm jet-lagged."

"Currently some parts of the system are still being maintained. Considering that your stats have been affected, the next tasks will not be too difficult. You can see whether to go now or rest for a few days before leaving."

"How are the values ​​affected?"

"It's unknown for the time being, it may be unstable, or the mission may be terminated after one death. But the only thing that is certain is that there is no threat to your life. And during the time you are performing the mission, the system will Offer no help."

Xiao Nuo stood up and stretched, "Go now."

The sun gradually set to the west, and the noisy teaching building during the day had already quieted down. Xiao Nuo walked from the first floor to the fifth floor, and he didn't see a single person, only heard his own footsteps echoing lonely.

Pushing open the door of the classroom, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged in a row, far more regular than their masters. In the third-to-last row of the classroom, a yellow-haired head was still sleeping soundly on the table.

Xiao Nuo shook his head helplessly, stepped forward and pushed him, "Xiang Qianjin? Xiang Qianjin?"

Huang Mao raised his head, a pair of star eyes shone with a hazy light, as if someone had suddenly disturbed his dream, his face was full of impatience, and there was a bit of complaint in his tone, "Oh, I'm dreaming."

Xiao Nuo couldn't help asking: "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that I was giving a concert, a personal concert in a stadium with [-] people, so many people, so many flowers and applause." Xiang Qianjin murmured with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a Little schoolgirl daydreaming.

Xiao Nuo patted him on the shoulder, handed him half of a tissue, "Hey, you're drooling."

Xiang Qianjin just woke up like a dream, looked at the person in surprise, stood up quickly, his pretty face flushed, "Xiao, Mr. Xiao..."

Xiao Nuo leaned forward and looked at him, "Are you awake?"

Xiang Qianjin wiped his horns, his hands were indeed stained with water, he hurriedly took the paper towel from Xiao Nuo's hand and wiped it around his mouth, he looked at Xiao Nuo helplessly, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground immediately Drill down.

"Recently, many teachers have been responding, saying that you sleep in class, and they wonder if you went to rob a bank at night."

Xiang Qianqian laughed, "It's nothing, I just slept too late. Teacher Xiao, did they say anything else?"

A cold light flashed in Xiao Nuo's eyes, "They also told Director Huang to arrange a home visit for you when he would be free."

"No!" Xiang Jinjin's face collapsed immediately, and he scratched the messy hair on his head helplessly, "I have been afraid of the teacher's home visit since I was a child, Mr. Xiao, can you say something nice for me, as long as there is no home visit, no matter what Cheng, my dad already hates me enough, my mother has a bad heart and can’t do without medicine all the year round, and my grandma is also getting old, if I get angry, won’t I be a sinner through the ages? Xiao Teacher, please help me?"

Xiao Nuo looked at him quietly for a while, "Have you finished?"

Xiang Qian touched the back of his head, "Say, it's over..."

"Well, go back."

Xiao Nuo turned around and took a few steps, Xiang Qianjin chased up from behind, "Teacher, that home visit..."

"Is anything really okay? If I help you with the home visit."

Xiang Qian looked confident, "Of course, as long as it doesn't violate personal morality."

Xiao Nuo smiled, "For the time being, I haven't thought that this favor is owed first."

It's the second year of high school, and the academic performance of all subjects is gradually tightened. Everyone seems to be preparing for the college entrance examination, but Xiang Qianjin is still immersed in his music dream and does not want to wake up. Worried, parents are even more worried, but he himself does not seem to realize the seriousness of this matter.

Saturday was a fine day. Xiao Nuo set off from the rental house at 09 o'clock in the morning, and arrived at Xiang Jin's home at 30:[-]. Xiang Qian was sitting in front of the French window on the second floor and playing the guitar. Wearing a white headset on his head, he stepped on a few pages of white paper with his bare feet, bent down to write a few strokes after playing a few sentences, and the scribbled words between the lines were full of lyrics that he thought were stunning and brilliant, but were actually empty and boring.

Still too young, that's why I naively thought that a guitar and a voice could fight the whole world.

Xiao Nuo stood downstairs for quite a while without disturbing him, until he finally saw her, then took off his earphones, stood up and waved enthusiastically, then hurried downstairs to open the door.

"Teacher, please come in."

Xiao Nuo glanced in, "Is no one home?"

"Grandma and my mother went out to buy groceries, and my father disappeared early in the morning. I guess I went to the second-hand book market to buy books again."

Xiang Jin shifted his body to let Xiao Nuo out of the way, Xiao Nuo walked past him with his head slightly lowered, his brocade-like hair slipped from her shoulders, and the tip of the hair brushed the second button of his shirt, today she was wearing a dignified And the prudent and improved cheongsam dress, with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, like nanmu after being exposed to the sun, makes people have to think of those floating clouds, warm green, water and mountains.

Beautiful people are the focus no matter where they are, especially those who have no idea where they come from and have a sense of mystery.

In the school, rumors about Xiao Nuo have been circulating. Some people speculated about her family background, some doubted her ability to work, and some even speculated about her relationship with the male leaders. In this world, good-looking women always seem to face each other. For more gossip, because most people's hearts are evil, for those who are better and more beautiful than themselves, they will either be praised to heaven or pushed to hell.

When Xiang Qianqin and Xiao Nuo were just in a simple teacher-student relationship, occasionally meeting her in the stairwell or corridor, seeing her beautiful and lonely posture, he couldn't help but feel worried for her, even he couldn't help but worry about her. I know what I'm worried about, maybe because of the "Beautiful Legend of Sicily", beautiful women become the public enemy of women and the playthings of men. Although the world is wide, they have no place to stand.

Then one day, when he saw Xiao Nuo fighting three times with his bare hands outside the school, this worry finally dissipated. A woman with a strong hand is usually much firmer than ordinary people in her heart. Maybe it's just that he thought too much , she is not as fragile as he thought.

Xiang Jin held the brewed fruit tea and put it on the tea table in front of Xiao Nuo, pinched the earlobe with his fingers hastily, with a look on his face, "I don't know which kind the teacher likes, is fruit tea okay?"

"Don't bother, this one is very good." Xiao Nuo picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Well, it tastes very good."

The remaining tea water slowly slid down the white porcelain teacup, but the pale pink lip print remained intact on it. Xiang Jin only glanced at it, but seemed to be frightened, picked up the teacup on the table. He took a big gulp of mineral water without hesitation.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Nuo asked with a smile, "Are you not used to seeing me outside the school?"

"Well, a little." Xiang Qianjin felt a little uneasy, "What does the teacher ask when he makes a home visit? Can you tell me a little in advance, so that I can have a better idea."

"What? Are you afraid that I will sue in front of your grandma and parents?"

"No, that's not what I meant, I just..."

"Okay." Xiao Nuo's smile deepened, "I'm kidding you, don't worry, I know what to say."

Xiang Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you thought about the way ahead?" Xiao Nuo stared at him with black and angry eyes.

"Yes." Xiang Qianjin nodded affirmatively, "I love music, and I want to be a singer."

Xiao Nuo looked at him quietly, neither negating nor agreeing, it was a natural appreciation attitude, she admired the young man in front of her who was full of vigor and vigor.

Xiang Jin raised his hand to cover his eyes, peeked at her from between his fingers, and said awkwardly, "Teacher, can you stop looking at me like this, your eyes are like my grandma..."

"Really?" Xiao Nuo smiled indifferently, "Maybe it's because I'm already old."

Xiang Jin put down his hands, and asked in surprise: "Why? The teacher is only 21 years old this year, and he is only three years older than me. Why do you say that you are so old?"

Xiao Nuo's eyes sparkled, and he asked with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will grow old?"

"Of course." Xiang Qianjin said: "The teacher is so young and so beautiful. It is the most beautiful time in your life. How can you have such negative thoughts? In the future, you will definitely meet someone who loves you very much. , you will spend the rest of your life with him, so you must not give up your expectations for life and love so early."

Xiao Nuo still had some doubts about his words, "Is the future really that beautiful?"

"Of course!" Xiang Jinjin's eyes sparkled, he patted Xiao Nuo's shoulder excitedly, and said with a vow: "Just like me, no matter what others say I can't do it, I firmly believe that I will succeed. Just wait and see. In five years, I will definitely stand on the stage of the national tour."

The author has something to say: I rested for a few days, sorted out my thoughts, and came back slowly.