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- Chapter 42: Mobile Phone Troubles (Part 1)
"Hey, brother, get up, you'll be late if you don't get up."
Hearing Hu Chenghu¡¯s cry, he wiped his eyes with his hand, raised his hand and looked at his watch. There was still a quarter of an hour before class time, which was enough for him.
He rolled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. Within five minutes, he washed up, picked up his textbooks, and walked quickly to the teaching building with Hu Chenghu, who was already waiting at the door.
"Who called your cell phone at midnight last night?" Hu Chenghu asked.
"No, I went to sleep after I came back last night. Until I woke up just now, my phone didn't receive any calls except for the alarm clock ringing in the morning."
Feeling that his energy was a little weak, he consciously activated the Four Seasons Mental Technique in his body, which immediately refreshed his spirit.
"Alarm clock? I had a good sleep alone in the dormitory yesterday afternoon. I woke up very early this morning and didn't hear the alarm clock on your phone. Oh, yes, you must have been confused last night and mistook the sound of the call for it. Alarm clock.¡±
Hu Chenghu looked like he was gloating about his misfortune and said with a smile: "It must be a call from Beauty Yue, but you didn't answer it. What a shame. What a shame."
He thought about it carefully, and in his mind, there was a long time between turning off the alarm clock and being woken up by Hu Chenghu just now.
"Even the most beautiful woman in the world has no right to disturb other people's sleep." He seemed to be refuting Hu Chenghu, but also seemed to be comforting himself.
As soon as he entered the teaching building, he felt someone slapped him hard on the shoulder. He looked back in pain and saw a typical pervert face appeared behind him. Of course, the only person with such distinctive looks was Lu Boyshe.
"Ha, you're finally back." When he saw Lu Boshe, his first thought was that Lu Rong was now taken over.
Lu Boshe smiled with gratitude and said: "Anyway, having me alone won't help much in finding my sister, so they just let me come back to class. Where is she now? Is there no problem?"
Of course the two of them knew who Lu Boshe was referring to.
"Well, it's in our school. She lives in Zhou Mengjie's dormitory." Lin Xiansong said, taking out his cell phone and dialing Zhou Mengjie to find out where Lu Rong was.
"She is still sleeping in the dormitory now. The phone number of Zhou Mengjie's dormitory is xxxxxxxx."
"Thank you. Let's have dinner together tonight and I'll treat you." After saying this, Lu Boshe walked towards the girls' dormitory. It seemed that he was eager to see his sister. There must be many things to discuss between them.
"Huh, your luck looks good today. Good things happen to you early in the morning."
He hummed a song and walked into the classroom, much to the surprise of his classmates. Normally, he and Hu Chenghu would both yawn and walk into the classroom with hazy eyes.
"Hey, Xiansong, what good things happened today? I'm so happy." A classmate with whom I usually have a good relationship asked jokingly.
"Isn't it an affair?"
"I think he picked up his wallet."
He smiled and shook his head, and said to himself: You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?
"Wrong, wrong, wrong. You don't know what to do. Look at Xiansong's relaxed look, you can tell that some burden has been lifted."
This sentence was quite to the point, and he couldn't help but look at the classmate who said this like a confidant.
The classmate was obviously encouraged by his vision and continued: "Getting up in the morning, a perfect trip on the 5th will make you feel relaxed, and it will also give you a good start to your good mood throughout the day."
"Pfft" Fortunately, I got up late in the morning and didn't eat breakfast, otherwise I would have made him say this.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: What a degenerate, boring college student with a life of idle college life.
The class bell rang, and Professor Wang walked into the classroom with the lesson plan. Professor Wang is not only knowledgeable, but what is even more valuable is that he is always punctual in class. He has never been late for more than ten years. This is probably an important reason why he is respected by the vast number of Longhua students who are ambitious.
Professor Wang walked up to the podium and said: "Students, we will not cover the content in the textbook today."
Students have long been accustomed to Professor Wang's diversified teaching, and when they heard this, their faces showed serious expressions.
"How did you complete the script I asked you to write last time? You haven't forgotten that today is the day to hand in the script, right? Have you brought them all?" Professor Wang glanced at the students in the classroom and said.
It was almost the day to hand in the script. Lin Xiansong watched his classmates take out their prepared scripts, but he didn't move a word. These days, I am so busy trying to get married, dealing with Lu Rong, participating in martial arts competitions, and being a temporary boyfriend that I naturally have no time to write this script Fortunately, this is only optional homework and does not need to be completed.
¡°Alas, without realizing it, I have become a representative figure of the degenerate student faction.
"Yes. The students are very active. This kind of high enthusiasm for learning really makes me feel touched." Watching the students holding the thick-page scripts in their hands, Professor Wang showed a satisfied smile on his face , he certainly knew that the source of motivation for writing these scripts was not a passion for learning.
"Now we invite a few classmates to come up and read his script. Let everyone appreciate your works together, so that we can better learn from each other and improve. Classmate Zhang Zhi, you go first."
The name of Zhang Zhi¡¯s script is The Golden House Cangjiao, which is exactly the term that Professor Wang wrote on the blackboard in the last class.
Zhang Zhi usually speaks very fast, and when he reads the script, he has a storytelling style, but the content is a bit scripted and lacks highlights, making people feel like reading a history book.
"It's quite satisfactory." This is Professor Wang's evaluation of Zhang Zhi's script.
The second classmate who came to the stage to read the script was a female classmate named Ma Xin.
Her script makes full use of the delicate and gentle qualities of women, but it seems a little too close to reality. There is a clip of Gillian sewing clothes for Liu Che. Gillian actually got to do needlework. She was a pampered and pampered princess.
However, seeing Ma Xin's devotion, her eyes became slightly red when she read the touching part. In order to be friendly to her classmates (Ma Xin is a disciplinary committee member who specializes in remembering names), the classmates suppressed their laughter and listened to her finish reading. .
"If this was a romance novel, I would give it full marks." Professor Wang nodded approvingly to Ma Xin, and then added: "But as a script, it is still a bit unrigorous."
Next, two more classmates came on stage, and the scripts were all about the beauty hidden in the golden house.
Lin Xiansong, who was slow to react, then remembered that the title of the script this time seemed to be "The Secret Beauty in the Golden House", while Hu Chenghu had been working hard on writing "Eight Arts of Jiangnan" these days. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at him with pity. . He almost said: 'Poor baby, your hard work has been wasted. ¡¯
¡°Next, let¡¯s ask Hu Chenghu to read his script to us.¡± Professor Wang finally selected Hu Chenghu.
Lin Xiansong immediately mourned for three seconds in his heart for his roommate. The question was wrong, and he was probably going to make a fool of himself.
But Hu Chenghu didn¡¯t look panicked at all and strode up to the podium with a dash of chivalry.
"Classmates, let me ask you how many characters are there in The Golden House? How many men, how many women, and how many young men and women are there?"
¡°In fact, the male and female protagonists in The Golden House are just boys and girls, and there are also a few middle-aged women. If you really want to find boys and girls, they can only be those eunuchs and maids.
Because they have all researched and written the script of The Golden House, the students naturally know the content.
¡°Think about it, everyone, there are only a few male and female characters in Golden House Cangjiao. What other roles can we students in the history department be assigned? I¡¯m afraid the most we can be assigned is a few eunuchs and maids.¡± Hu Chenghu said very unfairly.
His words immediately resonated, especially among the male students, who couldn¡¯t play eunuchs in anything.
Unexpectedly, he had such a trick. Lin Xiansong extended a thumbs up to Hu Chenghu on the podium from his seat.
"So I thought that it would be very disadvantageous for our students in the history department to use a story like The Golden House as a script. So I chose another story, but I didn't know if Professor Wang would allow my script to be included in the selection. ." As he spoke, he turned his attention to Professor Wang.
Professor Wang smiled and said: "As long as the script is exciting, of course."
Hu Chenghu showed a smile of victory and said loudly: "The name of my script is: "Eight Arts of Jiangnan"."
As expected, as soon as he read out the name of the script, there was a roar and the whole teacher was in a row.
Although he already knew Hu Chenghu¡¯s script, Lin Xiansong kept a wry smile on his face at this time. "Eight Arts of Jiangnan" actually has another name "Eight Prostitutes of Jiangnan". Writing such a story into a script is in line with the appetite of today's entertainment industry. But if it is regarded as the content of a stage play at Longhua University, it is another matter.
Standing on the stage, Hu Chenghu felt like he was in a world of ice and fire. On one side was the admiring gaze of his male classmates, while on the other side was the scornful gaze of the girls as if they wanted to tear him alive.
Professor Wang raised his hand and silence returned to the classroom.
"This is a relatively new subject. Hu Chenghu, please read your script."
This professor is very open-minded. Perhaps this is also an important reason why he is so loved by students.? factor.
As Hu Chenghu slowly revealed the colorful and fascinating content in his script, the admiration in the boys' eyes became stronger, and some even had a little fanaticism. Maybe they found that some of the characters in the script were what they dreamed of.
The faces of the girls also gradually softened. It is undeniable that this is an almost perfect and amazing script.
"Beside the Qinhuai Lantern River, the eight arts are as beautiful as immortals; they gather to compete for beauty, please rank first." This is the poem summarized at the end of Hu Chenghu's script.
I can¡¯t tell that this guy really has some literary talent.
"Okay." Some of the boys clapped.
Hu Chenghu put down the script and said in a deep tone: "Students, I want to make a statement here. I wrote this script without any intention of molesting women. The eight female artists in "Jiangnan Eight Arts", despite their miserable life experiences, fell into depravity. They have entered the world of mortals, but they are all good and strange women who emerged from the mire and remained unsullied."
Professor Wang patted him on the shoulder and said: "This script is very good. If the students have no objections, they can be included in the candidate list."
¡°It¡¯s such a good script, let¡¯s just decide on it.¡± Someone among the boys suggested.
"Yes, yes. This "Eight Arts of Jiangnan" is much more exciting than the content of "The Beauty in the Golden House."
Professor Wang waved his hand to calm down the students and said: "Fair competition, there are still many classmates' scripts that we have not yet appreciated. How can we be sure that there are no better works?"
After this experience, those who came to the stage to read the script were either absent-minded or lacked confidence. After class, although Professor Wang said he would take the script back to study and make a decision, in fact everyone already knew that Hu Chenghu¡¯s script would definitely be selected. No doubt.
"Congratulations, I didn't expect you to be really talented."
"Yes, Cheng Hu. Remember to leave a role for your buddy. It's Mr. Liu with the folding fan. I think he has my charm."
"You tell me, my elegant demeanor is very similar to that of Mr. Jinling"
After class, Hu Chenghu was immediately surrounded by boys.
"Didn't Professor Wang say that those who were selected for the script only had the chance to star in the role? You still thought I was the director." Hu Chenghu's proud smile appeared on his face.
"You wrote the script, why should I give you the position of assistant director? When good things happen, don't forget about it, buddy." The boys followed suit.
This group of passionate young people are full of energy and have a lot of free time. If you don't deal with them well, they can really pester you to death.
Hu Chenghu could only nod his head in agreement and said: "Don't worry, if anything good happens, of course we have to let our history department do it first."
After finally escaping from the tight siege, he found that Lin Xiansong was no longer in the classroom. No need to ask, he must have gone to the dining hall alone.
Preparing meals in the canteen at noon is like a battlefield. As the saying goes, soldiers are wiser and faster. I went late and moved slowly, so of course I won¡¯t be without food, but the remaining dishes are just
"It's so unloyal to run away alone."
When he found Lin Xiansong enjoying his meal at a table in the canteen, Hu Chenghu said with a puff of his nose and eyes wide open.
"Hehe, of course I don't want to disturb your enjoyment of being a star." Lin Xiansong had already finished eating, and Zhou Mengjie happened to buy two bottles of soda and was drinking the soda happily.
"By the way, Mengjie. Quickly congratulate our author Hu. His script will soon be arranged into a stage play and performed on the Longhua campus."
"Oh. Congratulations to you. By the way, what is the content of your script?" Zhou Mengjie asked curiously.
Looking at her innocent and beautiful eyes, Hu Chenghu just couldn't say the four words "Eight Arts of Jiangnan" in his mouth.
Seeing the red look on his face, Lin Xiansong knew that this guy must be suffering from beauty phobia again, so he said for him: "The name of the script is "Eight Arts of Jiangnan", and the specific content is .¡±
Zhou Mengjie's face turned red after hearing this. She glared at Hu Chenghu, then pinched Lin Xiansong's arm with her hand, causing him to scream in pain and stop talking.
"Professor Wang can pass this script." Zhou Mengjie said questioningly with a red face.
"Of course, Cheng Hu also read the script on the classroom podium today, and the response was quite enthusiastic. Mengjie, do you want to play a role in it? I think the piano master Zhou Qiaoshou and Zhou Jia are very suitable for you. Ouch" Unexpectedly, his words were interrupted again by a pinch of skillful hands.
"Xiansong, you are getting worse and worse." Zhou Mengjie's red face looked so gentle even when she was angry. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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