MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 2 002. This kid doesn't know how to make porn, does he?

  Chapter 2 002. This kid doesn't want to make porn, does he?

   Xu Xin is not without other advantages.

  Since he was a child, he has been very good at drawing. When other children were still holding a watercolor pen to draw the sun, bungalows, and green grass on paper, he had already started to think about portraits.

  Although I haven't practiced systematically for so many years, at least this talent is here.

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

  My son knew how to draw when he was young, but now that he has money, why can’t he train his son to be an artist?

  As for why not go to the Academy of Fine Arts... then you have to ask how Xu Xin fooled Xu Daqiang that "arts are all in common".

  In short, inspiration came, and it was after 9 o'clock in the evening that Xu Xin put down the sketch pen with some reluctance.

   In front of him, there are four square sketches one after another.

  In one afternoon, he sorted out almost all the shots of the whole story.

  The rest is just to improve slowly.

   Stretched, touched his stomach, and finally checked the time.

   If it was normal, he would definitely be driving a Ferrari at this time to catch girls all over the street.

   This Ferrari is a delicious piece of fat, as long as it is released, countless fish and insects will flock to it.

  He usually chooses one or two according to his mood, and spends the night when he doesn’t even remember their names the next day.

   But now...

  Walking into the kitchen of the courtyard house, looking at the instant noodles that he bought at some time, he started to boil water.

   A bowl of noodles, two intestines.

   Not to mention... It really made him find the joy of stealing a bowl of noodles that his father was going to sell when he was a child.

I especially remember that the old man always scolded his son for stealing food, while taking out two crumpled banknotes from his pocket to buy biscuits... After having money, Xu Xin counted that incident Meng, I haven't touched this kind of junk food for many years.

   "Tsk~~"

   After eating with nostalgia in his eyes, he walked into the bedroom seeing that it was almost ten o'clock.

   After taking a shower, I dug out an unknown amount of tea. In the fully heated glass conservatory, I tasted the fragrance of the tea, and my eyes gradually became empty.

  For that incomparably clear but sometimes blurred dream, his mind was full of torrents.

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

   And the bell rule... After a second of hesitation, it went straight to "Monday to Sunday".

   After everything is done, the room is plunged into darkness.

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

  …

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

   Panting and running for four bus stops, he felt his calf that was beginning to cramp, and felt more and more that his body was really weak.

   After finding a shop selling breakfast and having breakfast, I walked back home again with a little gait.

  But instead of continuing to work on the script, he came to school again in that eye-popping Ferrari.

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

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

  The teachers in the directing department are very metaphysical in class. After all, everyone is a director, and the courses are often repeated. However, director Yu Zhen, the deputy dean of the freshman and one of Xu Xin's professors, said a few days ago that the junior students can come to the school for guidance before the year.

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

"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 surprises.

  Xu Xin bowed politely:

   "Teacher Yu."

   "...Xu Xin, what's the matter?"

   Yu Zhen looked at the rich second-generation students who were either absent or sleeping in her class, and she was a little confused about the other party's intentions.

  A student who either sleeps or is absent from work 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. When she walked in, she respectfully put the ten-page script in her hand on her desk:

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

   "...script?"

  Hearing this, Yu Zhen was really surprised.

  It's like a poor student in school who was at the bottom of the grades and didn't work hard. One day, he suddenly came to the teacher to ask questions... The contrast is so strange.

   Even Yu Zhen became interested in it.

  The short film homework for the freshman is to let the students of the directing department understand what the job of a director is like. There is no requirement for a script or anything. Even the "good student" didn't ask himself, but now a "poor student" suddenly came over with a script...?

   Yu Zhen's first reaction was...

  This Xu Xin... spent money to find someone to buy the script, right?

  In an instant, a little coldness appeared in her eyes.

  But out of the idea of ​​being responsible to the students, she temporarily put down her work and looked at the first page of the script.

  《Title of the play: to be determined》

  《Screenwriter: Xu Xin》

   "..."

  No reason, Yu Zhen felt a little ridiculous.

   Still writing the screenplay?

   I am thankful that you can make a film that meets the requirements.

  Thinking so in her heart, she still opened the script.

   "Scene 1: A young man appears in the noisy KTV corridor, walking dizzy, drinking too much at a glance, and goes straight to the toilet..."

  KTV?

bathroom?

   Grasping the location information, Yu Zhen frowned subconsciously.

   These two words are too easy to think of something.

  Can't help but look up at the student who was still standing in front of her, an idea came to her mind.

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

   "...?"

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

   "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Well…"

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

   "You sit there first, I will continue to watch."

"Mmm Good."

  Xu Xin responded and sat down on the sofa.

   And Yu Zhen continued to watch:

   "He looks like he's been drinking a lot, and he's shaking when he pees. End of first act."

  Ah this...

  What does this story want to express?

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

   A little unexpected.

   But it’s not that the script is so good, it’s only the first act, and nothing can be seen. Mainly, she really thought that the kid Xu Xin came to her with a script that was not very serious.

  Patience, she continued to watch:

   "Act 2: The young man who drank too much couldn't find his room, and saw a pair of dancing legs in a room in a daze."

   Good guy!

   Does Xu Xin want to shoot a pole dance? !

  She narrowed her eyes subconsciously, and continued to look at the words on the paper.

"The third act: The young man watched the girl in the box dancing at the door, looked at the pair of legs wrapped in black silk with a little obsession in his eyes, and saw a few people sitting in the box at the same time. Suits Leather shoes, looking at cigars, and an expensive XO next to the girl's legs... These people seem to be from two worlds."

Um?

  The director's instinct suddenly gave her a feeling.

  Or... the instinct to find the core purpose that the director as a fellow director wants to express in the immature narrative.

  This story, black silk dancing, rich people smoking cigars, etc., is an appearance.

  It...has a kernel!

   All of a sudden, all the speechlessness in her heart was thrown aside, and she began to read the script seriously.

  …

   Time passed by every minute and every second.

  In the entire office, there was only the occasional sound of pages turning.

About half an hour later, Yu Zhen looked at the passage at the end of the script, "Hung up the phone, the young man reached out to hail a taxi, and the taxi disappeared into the busy traffic of the city. The narration is the clear voice of the young man: Master , Tiantongyuan!" After the story ended, the script was closed directly.

  But she didn't talk to Xu Xin directly, but squinted her eyes, and began to analyze the stories of the script according to her own structure in her mind, splicing them into a complete movie.

   This process lasted about five minutes.

   Yu Zhen opened her eyes and looked at Xu Xin.

  The first sentence is:

   "How much did you pay for this script?"

   "...?"

  Xu Xin was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly, he asked:

"What?"

   "I said, how much did you pay for it?"

   "???"

   It could be seen that Xu Xin was speechless.

  However, he also knew that he was not a good student in the first half of the school year. If it was put in the past, someone wronged him, maybe he would have fried the pot long ago.

  Donkey day blind, who do you think bought the script?

  But now... after understanding what the teacher meant, he shook his head and said in a flat voice:

   "Teacher Yu, I spent a whole day writing this script yesterday. But I understand why you think I bought this script... In fact, to put it bluntly, it's because my usual performance doesn't match, right?"

   "...?"

   Yu Zhen was also surprised.

  Looking at the student in front of him... vaguely, he feels that something is wrong with the other party.

  However, thinking about it carefully, Xu Xin's behavior is quite normal.

  But it was because of his normality that he felt abnormal!

  After thinking about it, she said:

   "Then tell me, the core of this story, what do you want to express?"

  This question can basically verify whether the screenwriter of a script is original.

   Xu Xin did not hesitate, and said directly:

"future."

   "..."

   Yu Zhen's eyes twitched.

   At the same time, he sighed inwardly.

well.

   This may be the privilege of the rich.

  The painstaking efforts of others can be easily obtained by spending a little money.

   Tsk tsk.

  With full of emotion, she pushed the script forward:

   "Xu Xin, honesty is the most precious quality in a person. Do you understand?"

  She speaks earnestly and sincerely, because this is the responsibility of a teacher. But who knows, after she finished speaking, she saw her student's stunned eyes.

   Then I heard a sentence that was not a thing:

   "Teacher... Didn't you understand?"

   "..."

  ? ? ?

  Yu Zhen's face was filled with absurd expressions.

I did not understand?

  Do you know what you're talking about?

  (end of this chapter)