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Huang Dingyu disliked Jiangnan completely…

There's no other reason than that she's just too good-looking!

The Central Academy of Drama trains drama talents for the country, requiring excellent diction, stage presence, and strong physical control.

Good looks are absolutely not required!

A handsome boy should go to the Beijing Film Academy, not the Central Academy of Drama, because on the stage, a good-looking boy actually limits his choice of roles.

For example, there's He Bing, a former senior; Wang Zhiwen, a graduate of the Beijing Film Academy who was assigned to the Central Academy of Drama; and Zhao Chunyang, Zhou Kui, Wang Jinpeng, Li Naiwen, and others from the 93 Acting Class.

They are all not particularly good-looking, but they are very distinctive.

But there was no other way; Jiangnan was saved by Gao Jingwen at all costs.

Gao Jingwen was also the class advisor for the 1993 undergraduate class of the Performing Arts Department, so the school naturally had to give priority to his opinion.

Even so, it did not stop Huang Dingyu from loathing Jiangnan.

Especially since the start of the semester, the girls on the Central Academy of Drama campus have been talking about "How handsome is Jiang Nan?" and "Can Jiang Nan's looks surpass those of the Four Heavenly Kings as rated by Hong Kong media?"

Now, seeing Jiangnan causing trouble in class and yelling, Huang Dingyu, as a substitute teacher, decided to teach him a lesson.

"Tell me about it?"

Jiangnan, you said you had an idea for a skit and then shouted "Great!" Now, tell me your idea and let me see if you really have the ability to create a skit.

Huang Dingyu had already made up his mind.

No matter what kind of skit Jiangnan tells, I have to scold him immediately, preferably scold him until he sees stars, and then storm out of the training room of Class 93.

That way, we might be able to persuade him to quit.

"Um…"

Jiangnan paused for a moment, then said:

"Late at night, the last bus departs, carrying a driver, a female ticket seller, a young man, and an old lady."

As the vehicle drove to a deserted section of the suburbs, three people boarded the bus stop. Two of them wore long robes, and in the middle, they supported a person who hung their head and remained motionless. They remained silent and stiff throughout and went straight to sit in the back row.

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"ah…"

"ah…"

In his past life, Jiangnan, who loved telling ghost stories to girls, vividly recounted the ghost story of the 330 bus incident in the training room of the 93rd class.

Especially his deep tone, and the eerie laughter he occasionally let out while telling stories.

So, before the story was even halfway through, the girls in the training room were already screaming in terror.

However, the boys in the class gestured for Jiang Nan to continue speaking, and even Huang Dingyu, who was standing by the window, did so.

"Midway through the journey, the couple got off the bus, leaving only the young man and the old woman inside."

The elderly woman suddenly shouted that the young man had stolen her wallet, and forcibly pulled her away, demanding that she get off the bus immediately and go to the police station. The driver had no choice but to pull over and let the two go.

After getting off the bus, the old woman told the young man: "When the wind blew up your robe, the three people in the back row had no legs; they were probably ghosts. So they deliberately made an excuse to pull you off the bus to save your life."

"ah…"

Jiangnan, through the old woman's words, described such a terrifying scene that the girls in the class turned pale with fright.

Especially Liu Mintao, she pushed the class monitor Wang Jinpeng directly against the wall.

Even so, the girl's eyes still seemed to be asking Jiangnan.

"Then what?"

"Tell me quickly, and then what?"

Ha ha…

Jiang Nan chuckled inwardly. Women, indeed, are both incompetent and playful. He calmed himself and continued:

The bus company reported the incident the next day, as the last bus had not returned overnight.

Several days later, police retrieved the bus from a remote reservoir, finding five bodies inside: the driver, the ticket seller, and three decomposing corpses in the back.

Rumors circulated that the gasoline in the tank had turned into blood, the vehicle didn't have enough fuel to reach the reservoir, and the three bodies were in a far greater state of decomposition than the driver and ticket seller.

"Is it real or fake?"

"How come I've never heard of this?"

"It can't be true, right?"

After Jiangnan finished telling the story, the male and female students who had been frightened earlier all turned into Sherlock Holmes, pointing out the loopholes in Jiangnan's story.

Huang Dingyu, who had been standing by the window, also felt a little unsatisfied. However, as a teacher of acting at the Central Academy of Drama, he still paid great attention to his status.

"Jiangnan, your story is very exciting, with enough conflict and suspense."

But since it involves feudal superstition, it can't be performed as a skit. Why don't you, Li Naiwen, Tang Xu, and Zhu Yuanyuan come up with another one?

"Okay, Mr. Huang..."

Before he could finish speaking in the Jiangnan dialect, Huang Dingyu walked out of the training room.

Stepping out of the training room and into the corridor, Huang Dingyu, who had been thinking that the story of Jiangnan was told quite well, suddenly slapped his forehead.

"wipe…

Have I forgotten the important matter?!

Just now, I should have given Jiangnan a good scolding!

Hmm, never mind, maybe next time!

We absolutely cannot let this kid off the hook next time.

…………

Having lived two lives, Jiangnan had long seen through Huang Dingyu's ill intentions. Therefore, he told this very classic ghost story in the training room.

You know, back when I was drinking at bars and trying to take advantage of pretty girls, I told this ghost story countless times. Every time, it would scare these beauties so much that they would scream and hide in my arms.

After the story was told, Huang Dingyu left, and Jiangnan's goal was achieved.

After all, Huang Dingyu is a teacher at the Central Academy of Drama. It's best to avoid conflict if possible. If an irreconcilable conflict does occur, I'll throw a brick at him in the middle of the night.

But Jiangnan never expected that this ghost story would spread so quickly…

The next day at noon, Jiang Nan was having lunch on the set of "In the Heat of the Sun." He had just picked up a steamed bun when he heard Feng Xiaogang, not far away, cheerfully say:

"Brother Shuo, let me tell you a true story."

Last year, there was a No. 330 bus that ran from Yuanmingyuan to Xiangshan…

Jiang Nan could tell that Wang Shuo didn't want to pay attention to Xiao Gangpao.

After all, it was this guy who angered the literary rogue time and time again yesterday, but Jiangnan had to admire Feng Xiaogang.

He had already mastered the art of flattery, but now this guy was practicing it again.

Or, once he's mastered the skill, I can take advantage of him again?

Just as Jiang Nan thought of this, a kraft paper envelope was handed over. He looked up and saw that it was from Jiang Wen.

"Senior brother, what is this...?"

"Your ID card and driver's license cost a total of 1500 yuan."

Jiang Wen tossed the envelope into Jiang Nan's arms and then plopped down next to him.

"Thank you, senior!"

"Don't be so polite, it's because we're brothers from the same martial arts lineage." Jiang Wen suddenly laughed as he said this.

"You got into pretty much trouble yesterday, didn't you?"

"Well…"

"Didn't you tell a ghost story at the Central Academy of Drama last night? You even said you were going to adapt it into a skit and perform it with some classmates."

"Yes, what's wrong?" Jiangnan asked.

"Now that the news has spread to the public, many people are taking it as fact."

Today, many people went to the bus company to inquire whether the rumors of a bus accident were true.

"what!"

Jiang Nan thought that Feng Xiaogang knew about this, but it was just an isolated case, after all, he was in the arts and culture circle.

But who would have thought that this ghost story would spread so widely?

"Hehe... So you're scared now? That's why, as a student at the Central Academy of Drama, you're creating ghost stories as part of your artistic creation."

Otherwise, being caught and given a lesson by the police station is inevitable.

So you'll have to watch what you say from now on.

"Thank you, thank you, senior!"

Teacher Gao was teaching Xia Yu how to act, and Jiang Wen came over specifically to remind him of something. Jiang Nan felt he had to thank her.

However, just as he took out his wallet, preparing to return the money for the driver's license to Jiang Wen, he saw Jiang Wen pick up a brick from the side and put it on the ground.

"On Friday, we're going to film a scene where Yang Gao, Ma Xiaojun, and some young people are fighting. You've seen the script, right? Yang Gao throws a brick and knocks the leader of the other group to the ground."

So, you don't need to come to the film set this afternoon, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

Go find a secluded spot and practice throwing bricks. I can't say you'll hit the target every time, but I'll throw three bricks, and you'll hit it at least once.

Because of this scene, I plan to shoot it in one very long take, without editing or using special effects…

Looking at Jiang Wen, who was discussing shooting ideas, Jiang Nan wanted to say, "No need to practice, I know how," but considering that he could take advantage of the free time these few days to go to the Red Star Production Company to record a song, he kept quiet.