Xu Xin is not without other advantages.

He has been very good at drawing since he was a child. When other children were still using watercolor pens to draw suns, bungalows, and green grass on paper, he had already begun to think about portraits.

Although I haven’t practiced systematically for so many years, my talent is here.

This is also the fundamental reason why Xu Daqiang allowed his son to study here when he was rich.

My son could draw when he was a child. Now that he is rich, why can’t he be trained to be an artist?

As for why he didn't go to the Academy of Fine Arts... then you have to ask how Xu Xin deceived Xu Daqiang that "all arts are common".

In short, the inspiration came, and it was not until after 9 o'clock in the evening that Xu Xin put down the sketch pen with some reluctance.

In front of him, there was one scene after another of four-square sketches.

In one afternoon, he sorted out almost the entire story.

The rest is just a matter of slowly improving it.

I stretched, touched my belly, and finally looked at the time.

Normally, he would have driven a Ferrari around the streets to catch girls at this time.

This Ferrari is like a piece of delicious fat. As long as you let it out, countless fish and insects will swarm it.

He usually chooses one or two according to his mood, and spends the night without even remembering their names when he wakes up the next day.

But now...

Walking into the kitchen of the courtyard, looking at the instant noodles he bought at an unknown time, he began to boil water.

A bowl of noodles and two sausages.

Not to mention... he really found the joy of stealing the bowl of noodles that his father was going to sell when he was a kid.

I especially remember that the old man would always scold his son for eating secretly, while taking out two crumpled bills from his pocket to buy biscuits... And after having money, Xu Xin counted those

It’s a dream, I haven’t had this kind of junk food for many years.

"Tsk~~"

After eating with eyes full of nostalgia, he walked into the bedroom as it was almost ten o'clock.

After taking a bath, I dug out an unknown amount of tea leaves. In the heated glass conservatory, I sipped the fragrance of the tea and my eyes slowly became empty.

Regarding that extremely clear but sometimes blurry dream, his mind was going through an ups and downs.

He stayed in a daze until about 11 o'clock. When he became sleepy and yawned, he finally got into bed. Before going to bed, he was accustomed to waking up naturally and set an alarm clock for himself for the first time at 7 o'clock.

And the ringing rule... after hesitating for a second, it directly changed to "Monday to Sunday".

After everything was done, the room fell into darkness.

The first day after waking up from this dream... it was completely over.

…

At 7 o'clock the next day, Xu Xin got up on time, put on a set of sportswear, and went straight out of the house.

After running for four bus stops out of breath, he felt his calves starting to cramp, and felt more and more that his body was really weak.

After finding a shop selling breakfast and having breakfast, I returned home again with a somewhat hesitant pace.

However, he did not continue working on the script, but drove that eye-catching Ferrari to the school again.

Only this time, he didn't ignore traffic regulations and park the Ferrari at the school gate. Instead, he parked it in a parking lot quite far away and walked into the school in a low-key manner.

The large school was almost empty, but he knew the teachers hadn't left yet.

The teachers in the Directing Department are very metaphysical in their classes. After all, they are all directors, and their classes often overlap. But Director Yu Zhen, the deputy director of the freshman department and one of Xu Xin’s professors, said a few days ago that junior students

If you have anything to do, you can come to the school to ask her for guidance.

After entering the school, Xu Xin went straight to the teaching building, found the director's office with ease, and knocked on the door politely.

"Enter."

A voice came from inside.

Xu Xin opened the door politely, and then saw a middle-aged woman sitting at the desk looking at him through the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

His eyes were full of surprise.

Xu Xin bowed politely:

"Teacher Yu."

"...Classmate Xu Xin, is something wrong?"

Yu Zhen looked at the rich second-generation students who were either absent or sleeping in her class, and she was a little confused as to why they were there.

A student who either sleeps or is absent from school every day still comes to school when it is already on vacation?

This is obviously not normal.

Xu Xin didn't think too much about it. After walking in, he respectfully put the ten pages of the script in his hand on her desk:

"Teacher Yu, isn't the homework for us to make a short film during the holidays? I want you to read the script."

"……script?"

Hearing this, Yu Zhen was really surprised.

It's like a poor student in school who is at the bottom of his class and doesn't work hard. One day he suddenly comes to the teacher to ask questions... The contrast is so strange.

So much so that Yu Zhen also became interested.

The short film assignment for the freshman year is to let students in the directing department understand what the director's job is like. There are no requirements for scripts or anything like that. Even "good students" have never asked themselves, but now a "bad student" suddenly

Bring a script over...?

Yu Zhen's first reaction was...

This Xu Xin...he paid someone to buy the script, right?

For a moment, there was a slight coldness in her eyes.

But out of the desire to be responsible for her students, she temporarily put down her work and looked at the first page of the script.

"Drama Title: To Be Determined"

"Screenwriter: Xu Xin"

"..."

For no reason, Yu Zhen felt a little ridiculous.

Also a screenwriter?

I'd be very grateful if you could make a film that meets the requirements.

With this thought in her mind, she still opened the script.

"Scene 1: A young man appears in the noisy KTV corridor. He is dizzy when walking. He seems to have drunk too much and goes straight to the toilet..."

KTV?

bathroom?

After grabbing the location information, Yu Zhen frowned subconsciously.

These two words are really easy to associate with something.

She couldn't help but look up at the student still standing in front of her, and an idea came to her mind.

This kid... isn't he going to make porn films?

"...?"

Xu Xin was also a little puzzled. Seeing the other party looking at him, he couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Well……"

Yu Zhen came back to her senses and waved her hand:

"You sit there first and I'll continue watching."

"Mmm Good."

Xu Xin responded and then sat on the sofa.

Yu Zhen, on the other hand, continued to read:

"He looked like he had really drunk a lot, and his body was shaking when he peed. End of the first act."

Ah this...

What does this story want to express?

Following this question, Yu Zhen felt the plainness between the lines... There was neither a plot of "meeting a beautiful woman when going out" nor a story of "catching the man and woman next door colliding".

A bit unexpected.
To be continued...