Feverish actress cried after being angered by haters, but discovered the real culprit was at her bed

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Jinsong lowered his head, remained silent, and continued reading the script.

A storm raged in my heart. Good heavens, did Lu Yan really write this?

This is... too good to be true.

The script is very well-made, with a classic three-act structure, and both the dialogue and the plot are very interesting.

The dark humor in particular creates an unusual comedic atmosphere.

This doesn't look like it was done by a complete novice at all.

As a teacher, Wang Jinsong certainly has an aesthetic sense when it comes to scripts. He believes he has seen plenty of good and bad scripts, and Lu Yan's script is no exception.

This script has the potential to be a hit, after all, this kind of dark humor is relatively rare, and the script itself is of high quality.

Judging from the quality alone, he still found it hard to believe that Lu Yan wrote the script.

On second thought, Lu Yan had no reason to lie. Such a good script, wouldn't others make it themselves? Only a fool would sell it.

Moreover, he had indeed heard that Lu Yan was writing a script recently.

"Ahem, this script... it's... alright, I guess."

Old Deng, since you're doing alright, why don't you hurry up and give me a note?

"Teacher, about this letter of recommendation..."

Wang Jinsong looked impatient and reached out to take the materials from Lu Yan: "This is a one-time exception. If it doesn't work, you'd better go to class properly."

Lu Yan smiled broadly: "No problem at all, it's a piece of cake!"

Wang Jinsong smiled knowingly. He still had something to say. Although Lu Yan's script was good, in his opinion, it was basically impossible for him to get investment from the Youth Film Studio.

It's not a matter of ability, but rather the rules.

Nowadays, youth film studios are basically considered to be the backyard of those majoring in directing.

They spent so much human and material resources to create this platform, all to provide an excellent environment for their students.

Is it possible for someone like you, a performing arts major, to cross over and steal someone else's job?

The people reviewing the applications over there are all from the directing department. Do you think they can just stand by and watch you go up there?

  

Moreover, whether or not it will be a hit depends on fate; no one can say for sure.

Countless brilliant scripts in this industry have died halfway through production. The quality of the script is only one aspect; production is equally crucial.

Even the best script is useless without good production.

After receiving the recommendation letter, Lu Yan went straight to room 915 on the 9th floor of Training Building No. 3.

——Classroom 915

Although it's called a classroom, it's really just an office. After all, it's an initial review point where students submit their scripts and the higher-ups can submit them.

The person in charge then submits the report to higher authorities, who decide whether or not to approve the film.

As long as the film passes the review, it will appear in the view of those real investors.

That's roughly the process.

So there wasn't even a teacher in classroom 915, only one student.

Lu Yan knocked on the door and walked directly into the office. Inside, a boy was tidying up his things with his back to him. The office was very cramped, as it was located in the corner of the staircase.

When Lu Yan first arrived, he almost mistook it for a storage room and couldn't find it.

The office corridors were lined with submitted scripts and various qualifications for funding applications. Staff members turned around when they heard footsteps.

When Lu Yan saw this face, he was stunned, and the memories of his dead began to flood back.

"You're so sexy!"

Hong Shixian! What are you doing here?!

That's right, he actually saw Ling Xiaosu at school, the one who said: "Why are you wearing Pinru's clothes?"

Ling Xiaosu should have graduated this year, and should have already participated in off-campus practical training by now.

It seems this guy didn't go out; he's doing an internship on campus.

Many graduates choose to stay at the university for a period of time, some to continue their studies, and some to help their teachers. Ling Xiaosu thinks the latter is more likely.

"Hello, senior, I'm here to submit my documents."

Ling Xiaosu put down his work: "Brother, you really came to the right place. If you had come a little later..."

"What if we arrive a little later?"

"Then I'll go home."

"...Heh...Hehe"

While checking the documents, Ling Xiaosu chatted with Lu Yan. He was actually promoting himself to Lu Yan, which showed that he really wanted to leave the school cage and go out to act.

Lu Yan had an awkward chat with this senior, submitted his materials for the previous session, and then left. Now he just had to wait for news.

On his way back to the dormitory, he ran into Professor Zhang Ming again. He was about to go over and say hello, but in the blink of an eye, Professor Zhang Ming disappeared.

--dormitory

Zhu Yawen went out for a social event, while Luo Jin stayed in the dormitory. He asked Lu Yan about writing the script and expressed his skepticism about it.

Lu Yan had heard these words enough recently and was immune to them.

"Holy crap, how are you guys playing?!"

Liu Xiaojian burst into tears because he lost money betting on the Chinese Super League and was now crying over his food expenses.

All Lu Yan could say to this was, "Gamblers, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

Taking advantage of a free moment, Lu Yan changed his pillowcase, then grabbed a basin and went to take a shower. When he came out and checked his phone, he saw that Liu Yifei had sent him five or six messages, asking how his application to go to university was going.

Lu Yan replied on his phone

Lu Yan: I don't know, let's leave it to fate.

[Liu Yifei: What if, I mean, what if no one invests in you? What will you do then? Sell it outside?]

[Lu Yan: If no one invests, I'll do it myself!!!]

Female dormitory

Liu, who was lying on the yoga mat, sat up with a start and fell into deep thought as she looked at the new message from Lu Yanxin.

After pondering for a while, Liu Yifei sent a message.

Can I take a look at your script?

At this time, text messages still couldn't transfer files, so Lu Yan sent the script to Liu Yifei by turning on his computer.

Liu Yifei read the entire script very carefully, then silently picked up her phone, went to the balcony, and made a call.

"Godfather... I remember I have some money in your account... Um, could you please not tell Mom..."

.......

Faculty Office

In the office, Jiang Wei was organizing the graduates' information. He was a teacher who had just arrived and was assigned to teach in the directing department after returning.

Meanwhile, the supervisor was assigned to the Youth Film Studio branch of the school, reporting directly to Xie Xiaojing, the head of the Directing Department. Since he was new to the school, the school assigned him this job.

Let him familiarize himself with the school. He has been here for over a year, and so far his daily work has been organizing materials and occasionally giving open lectures to students.

He did want to lead a class, but the teaching staff in the directing department was just too strong.

He can't even get a spot; no class would take him.

Although his film "The Sky of the Bluebird" achieved some success, it is almost at the bottom of the current teaching staff of the directing department at Beijing Film Academy.

Let's not even talk about Tian Zhuangzhuang, the big shot who was transferred back last year as a national first-class director and director of "The Blue Kite" and "Spring in a Small Town".

Even a representative of the sixth generation of directors like Zhang Ming has a much more impressive resume than him. Nowadays, there are far more applicants than available positions in directing programs.

Fortunately, the department head has already promised him that as long as he performs well this year, he will teach a course next year, although it will be about Chinese film history, which is much more interesting than his current job.

Jiang Wei was originally planning to rest easy until next year, but her rival Huang Ying participated in the production of a film funded by the directing department this year, and the higher-ups were very satisfied with her.

This made Jiang Wei feel a sense of crisis, so he now urgently needs to achieve something.

Unfortunately, these students are disappointing. The scripts they submitted were either not mature enough or too idealistic. With such quality, they couldn't attract investment from schools, let alone outside.

"Oh my god, please give me a good script."

While Jiang Wei was wallowing in self-pity, Ling Xiaosu entered with the script he had delivered that day.

"Teacher, should I leave these three scripts that were submitted for review today here?"

"it is good"

Jiang Wei glanced at the script on the table. In fact, he no longer had any expectations for the scripts submitted by the school. The main reason was that out of the hundreds of scripts submitted this year, only two scripts were successfully submitted and the project was successfully launched.

Although these students were taught by renowned teachers, they lacked experience, and their writing did not quite fit the current trend.

They all want to write award-winning art films, while scoffing at the commercial films that the country is currently supporting. Little do they know that commercial films are the mainstream of the future.

They have one or two bad habits.

Even so, the work still had to be done. Jiang Wei quickly read through the first script, and was furious. What the hell was this? A love triangle between a man and a horse?!

Sending this student to do psychological counseling? Is that something a human being could come up with?

After reading one of Jiang Wei's works, I felt like I needed to wash my eyes. I really didn't want to read any more. I picked up a second copy, looked at the title of the script, and my lips twitched.

Crazy Stone

What kind of bizarre name is this? Can't we have a more normal script?