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Chapter 233 Get your wish
Teacher Wang Changping has high attainments in music and is known as a genius.

Most of these people have a bad temper, especially towards a student whom they think has no talent and is not diligent and studious.

Although Shen Jiayin's reputation is much better now, he still has such a dark history. If it weren't for the Xiao family's face, they would not be able to hire him even if they offered a large sum of money.

Shen Jiayin didn't mind this, nor did she want to do anything deliberately to change the other person's impression of her. As long as the other person was willing to teach her well, it would be fine.

Duan Yi has his own studio, and he is the only artist under him.

Shen Jiayin originally wanted to go to his studio to borrow the venue for classes, since the two of them would have to rehearse together later anyway.

"No need to trouble him, we have our own place." Xiao Changqing expressed his displeasure after knowing this.

Shen Jiayin looked at him in surprise: "How do you have a venue?"

As far as she knew, the Xiao Group's businesses did not involve the entertainment industry.

"If you want it, I have it."

Xiao Changqing had someone prepare a recording studio for her overnight, one with the highest configuration.

Seeing this, Shen Jiayin just wanted to imitate netizens and sigh, "It's simply inhumane," and added, "Rich man, please hug your thighs!"

Xiao Changqing stretched out his long legs and said generously, "Hold me."

Shen Jiayin stretched out her leg to trip him unexpectedly, but he managed to avoid it.

"Jiaojiao, you want to murder your husband!"

"uh-huh."

After the recording studio was ready, Shen Jiayin officially started the class.

At the beginning, the phrase that Teacher Wang Changping said to her most often was: "Do it again!"

He didn't tell her where she sang wrong, but just kept asking her to sing again. After one class, Shen Jiayin's voice became hoarse and she felt very uncomfortable.

"That's all for today." Then he left.

Shen Jiayin returned home with a hoarse voice. Aunt Zhang felt so distressed that she immediately made her some medicinal tea to moisten her throat and also bought her the best throat lozenges.

Shen Jiayin drank two cups of medicinal tea and put a throat lozenge in her mouth. Her throat finally felt much better.

In the second class, Teacher Wang Changping finally pointed out her problems, but still asked her to sing it again over and over again.

After a few classes, Wang Changping found that Shen Jiayin was learning seriously. Even when her voice became hoarse and her throat was uncomfortable, she did not show any dissatisfaction. Finally, his attitude changed.

Until this day, Han Zhijie came to her with the script and called her "Shen Jiaoyang".

Wang Changping was about to leave, but when he heard the name, he stopped and looked at Shen Jiayin. "Are you Shen Jiaoyang?"

Han Zhijie realized that he might have gotten into trouble and suddenly became a little nervous.

Shen Jiayin nodded. "Yes. Please keep this secret for me, Mr. Wang."

Wang Changping looked at her deeply, then turned and left.

Although she didn't get an answer, Shen Jiayin knew that a man of his stature and respect would definitely not gossip nonsense.

She turned to look at Han Zhijie and said with a smile, "Your masterpiece, which you have worked so hard on, is finally going to be published?"

"No, I haven't written a satisfactory script for my uncle's story yet. What I want to show you today is another story about inheritance."

Shen Jiayin can understand that the more you want to write the best story, the more difficult it is to satisfy yourself.

"Okay, let me see it." Han Zhijie handed her the script, and then waited nervously by the side, his heartbeat almost giving him tinnitus.

Shen Jiayin discovered that this was a story about lion dancing, presenting the efforts made by three generations of grandparents and grandchildren to pass on the lion dance culture.

Especially since the third generation granddaughter is deaf-mute. It is difficult for such a person to lead a normal life, so how can it be easy for her to learn lion dance?
But precisely because of this, this persistence from the impossible to the possible is even more moving.

Shen Jiayin remembered a famous cartoon called "Young Lion". Han Zhijie's story was very different from it, but the second half was just as exciting.

The moment Shen Jiayin closed the script, Han Zhijie felt the air suddenly become extremely thin, and he was so nervous that he had difficulty breathing.

Although I have already prepared for a long-term battle, and always encourage myself by saying things like "Failure is the mother of success" and "God will give great responsibilities to those who are capable of them", I still hope to write a script that will be recognized as soon as possible to prove that my talent is not that bad and that I have worked hard.

Shen Jiayin raised her hand and patted Han Zhijie's tense shoulders. "It's well written."

These few simple words, like the sound of nature, swept away the nervousness and anxiety in Han Zhijie's heart, making him feel like a person who had been walking in a dark passage for a long time and finally walked into the light and bathed in the sunshine.

"Really? Not to comfort me?"

I dreamed of getting her approval, but when I finally got it, I couldn't believe it. It's so contradictory.

"Really. Although there are still some minor issues in the details, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

"What's the problem? Can you tell me in detail?"

Shen Jiayin told him about several small areas that she thought were lacking.

Han Zhijie listened with his ears pricked up, afraid of missing any word.

After discussing the script, Han Zhijie asked, "Will you invest in this script?"

She had said at the beginning that she would invest in her uncle's story, but now she has changed direction secretly. Han Zhijie is not sure if she will still be willing to invest.

They are all the inheritance of Chinese culture, and there is no problem with the script itself. Shen Jiayin doesn't mind that he changed the industry as the creative background.

"Investment is fine. Or do you plan to cooperate with Cheng Hongbing?"

"Correct."

"Have you made any idea about the heroine?"

Han Zhijie shook his head: "I wanted to show it to you right away, and I didn't have time to think about other issues."

"Okay. Go back and make a budget. Do your best. I'm rooting for you two."

"it is good."

"Also, you are capable, you must believe in yourself. And I believe that you can write a satisfactory script for Dr. Han's story."

"Thank you, Shen Jiaoyang."

It was this girl, who was as young as him and as bright as the sun, who changed the fate of countless people with her enthusiasm.

He is one of them.

After saying goodbye to Shen Jiayin, Han Zhijie turned and walked out, dialing Cheng Hongbing's number as he walked.

"She thinks it's a good idea and has agreed to invest. She just wants us to make a budget for her."

After hanging up the phone with his friend, Han Zhijie walked on the busy street, feeling a bit like "riding a horse at a gallop in the spring breeze, and seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day".

Today, he is not thinking about how to become famous, nor is it just to make his uncle's story known to the world, but how to create works that can influence the world and even future generations, and strive to be like Shen Jiaoyang.

Perhaps he will never be able to reach her level in this lifetime, but he still wants to catch up and follow in her footsteps.