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10:00pm.
On the campus, everything is quiet, under the big tree with luxuriant foliage, there is a yellowish light in the concierge of the girls' dormitory.

The female dormitory building is submerged in the dark night, and the gatehouse with yellowish lights is dutifully guarding the safety of the dormitory building, and occasionally acts as a lighthouse to guide the confused passers-by.

Yingying and Yanyan dispersed, and Han Qiao was half lying on the simple iron bed. The concierge was cramped, only a few square meters, with simple furniture, a lame chair, and an armless table supported by the wall.

The space is small, and the utilization rate of the space is extreme. Under the iron bed, there are all kinds of sundries. The last concierge is a tired woman, and her life is just passing by.

Dirty socks, unwashed underwear...

The "Paradise" of the original Wei guy!
A desk lamp.

Han Qiao looked serious. He was going to optimize the script of "Flowing Earth".

In the original play, the first part of "The Wandering Earth", the core of the story is actually very simple. It is not so much a movie as it is a science popularization of the earth's environment and the survival dilemma of human beings in the era after the sun goes out.

Igniting the "Earth Planetary Engine" is a bit "Chinese-style" sensational.

In the eyes of foreigners, this is very stupid, or in other words, the plan to promote a planet to wander is very stupid.

Chinese people are "land civilization", and their homeland is hard to leave, while foreigners are "ocean civilization".

To put it bluntly, in the bones of foreigners, there are the genes of ancestors pirates, burning, killing, looting, and fleeing on a broken ship are all natural.

and so.

"The Wandering Earth" has created a miracle of Chinese sci-fi movies, and with its own power, it has raised the monument of Chinese sci-fi movies!

but.

In the foreign film market, the box office and word-of-mouth of "The Wandering Earth" are almost a complete failure.

Han Qiao is going to learn from "Avatar".

The core of the story of "Avatar" is essentially "colonialism" and war of aggression.

The ancestors of the United States did the shitty things on the North American continent hundreds of years ago. Hundreds of years later, Cameron "sang praises" and moved them to the cinema.

Han Qiao was about to wrestle with Cameron, so he wasn't concerned about the success or failure of the box office.

Instead.

The collision of two movie ideologies!

Give those foreign ghosts who have never seen the world a good look: "What is the ultimate romance of oriental aesthetics."

Han Qiao writes vigorously, writing like a diabetes insipidus.

"Brother Concierge..."

"Brother Concierge..."

In the dark night, the cry of the wild fox came, and the cry was charming and charming.

Han Qiao turned a deaf ear, put down his pen, and glanced at the broken clock on the wall.

11:30 in the evening.

The school's schedule is very regular. At this time, the lights in the dormitory have already been turned off, the decent people are asleep, and the unscrupulous fairies are starting to stir up trouble.

Han Qiao didn't speak.

Outside the door, the wild fox clawed at the door with its nails, with a deep magnetic voice, as if digging on the apex of the heart, and said coquettishly: "Brother concierge, why don't you open the door, something happened to me, brother concierge, help me look."

"What's going on?"

Goblin, don't think about spoiling my cultivation, I am a senior seiyuu who has been signed to the quitting bar for two and a half years, and I have already cultivated to the state of mind like still water.

"Brother concierge, I sprained my ankle, it hurts so much, um..." The voice was soft and soft, with a pitiful and helpless look: "Brother concierge, please open the door, please~ Please help me look at my leg What's going on, I'm so scared by myself~"

"You stick your legs in."

In the crack of the door, a wild fox stretched its legs quietly. Han Qiao glanced at it, good guy, the Tianshan Snow Fox, which is rare in a thousand years, it doesn't matter if you haven't seen it, it just looks white.

His skin was as dazzling as the white snow piled up in the Arctic Circle. At this time, in the white snow, a little green plum bloomed and a little bruised.

"The condition is so serious, it seems that we really can't delay." Han Qiao said: "Come in!"

"Brother concierge."

The door sneaked open a gap, and the girl sneaked in through the gap like stealing a chicken.

She faces the sky plainly, with black and beautiful hair in a high ponytail, a tight white shirt, straight-leg pajama pants, fluttering eyelashes, flushed cheeks, and said softly, "Brother concierge, you are so kind, little girl can't repay you." .”

"Yang Mi?" Han Qiao was a little surprised.

"Wow..." Yang Mi stopped pretending, and the showdown started, her little butt was close to the iron bed, a little irritating, with her hands under her buttocks, she looked at Han Qiao: "Brother Han, it's not me, who do you want?" !"

"Brother Han, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you don't even miss me." Yang Mi's eyes were aggrieved: "He sneaked out to see you in the middle of the night, and you didn't coax him."

shit.

With Yang Mi's ghostly appearance, she seemed to be seriously ill, and there was no time to delay. Han Qiao took out a large syringe from the cabinet.

It was the largest syringe in the hospital, pushed it, and the air was expelled.

"Brother Han..." Yang Mi's face turned pale.

Han Qiao shrugged: "As we all know, I am a qualified veterinarian. I have received years of higher education training. I am proficient in all kinds of postpartum care for sows and repairing horseshoes. Many horseshoes have pus. In this case, only this big needle Only by using the cylinder can the disease be suppressed, judges, it is very reasonable!"

"Brother Han, what are you talking about?"

"You don't understand, I'm communicating with the divine will in the dark."

The treatment cannot be delayed, Han Qiao is preparing to treat the disease and save lives.

At this time.

Outside the concierge, a girl's tentative voice came: "Brother Han, have you slept yet? Sorry, I'm late."

thump.

Han Qiao looked back and saw that Yang Mi squatted on the ground with her knees together, clasped her hands together, her eyes begging, she clearly said, "Brother Han, I can't let others see."

Han Qiao shrugged, put away the syringe, opened the window, and glanced at two tall girls under the yellowish light in front of the gatehouse.

One of the girls has a round face, eyes like grapes, a simple white T-shirt, denim shorts, a pair of white shoes, youthful and beautiful.

Beside her, there was a petite girl with long black and beautiful hair, a little introverted, with her head buried, not daring to look at him.

"Brother Han, I'm sorry! We came back late." The girl pulled her companion, bowed deeply, and said apologetically, "Brother Han, this is the fruit we brought you."

"You are Jing Tian." Han Qiao took a look: "Your name is Zhen Shuang."

Han Qiao called out their names.

Zhen Shuang raised her head, she looked a little cute, she put it down and called, "Slim and young."

She has a very introverted personality, a little social fear, staring wide-eyed, and said foolishly, "Han...Brother Han, you know me."

"I've heard of it." Han Qiao nodded, "Next time, don't come back so late. It's very unsafe for girls to be outside."

"We forgot the time when we rehearsed." Jing Tian was afraid that Han Qiao would misunderstand, and explained: "Recently, the school has a spring art show, and our class has a show. Brother Han, will you go there then?"

"Yes."

Han Qiao opened the door, and the two walked in. Jing Tian and Zhen Shuang whispered to each other and said a few words. Jing Tian went to the gatehouse and said through the door: "Brother Han, you are a professor of the Department of Acting. We would like to ask you to guide me. Show, Brother Han, can you watch it?"

guide the program.

Han Qiao thought for a while, Jing Tian and Zhen Shuang are both students of the 07th grade of Nortel's acting department.

Both are freshmen.

Huaxia Films' actor assessment classifies the actors' grades.

and so.

Nortel is a member of the review committee, and all freshmen in the school will have an assessment and rating. In this way, it is basically guaranteed that when they graduate, they will all have a "B-level" level.

Han Qiao hesitated.

He gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, Han Qiao looked down, and Yang Mi clasped her hands together, looking pitiful.

"come in."

Just after Han Qiao passed, Yang Mi got under the iron bed with a quick swipe.

Obviously, she has been observing this position for a long time. Under the dark bed, there is only a pair of Yang Mi's resentful eyes.

Door open.

Jing Tian and Zhen Shuang walked in, their resentful eyes retracted into the darkness as if they were electrocuted.

"Brother Han."

Jing Tian looked at the concierge, which was a bit dilapidated, and thought of the rumors in the school: "Han Qiao from Huaxia Films, went to be the concierge in the girls' dormitory of Nortel, with the purpose of secretly selecting the heroine for his next movie!"

Dignified brother Han.

Making a movie is so hard, condescending, working as a concierge in the girls' dormitory at Nortel, just wanting to personally select the most suitable actors for the movie.

No wonder.

The teachers in the school all called on everyone to learn from Han Qiao. Only those who are devout to movies and performances are qualified to succeed!
"Let's start."

Jing Tian and Zhen Shuang looked at each other, prepared and began to perform.

The two chose singing and dancing.

In this regard, the key point is to assess the "body". First of all, Jing Tian, ​​with her arms spread out, her head raised slightly, and her body spread out, she danced gracefully like a white swan.

just.

"Ouch……"

Jing Tian frowned, and hit her head against the door, causing her to scream in pain.

The concierge space is too small.

"not bad."

It's really good, there's no way, Jingtian is a rich flower in the world, and now he's a little green.

but.

Her condition is indeed good, her figure and appearance, although not top-notch.

but.

She is young!

A young and beautiful girl is like a flower bud that is just about to bloom. It is enough to move people without seeing its shape but smelling its fragrance.

Jing Tian was a little embarrassed by Han Qiao's affirmation, his cheeks blushed, and he said shyly, "Brother Han, I don't usually behave like this."

Zhen Shuang is a little socially afraid.

Jing Tian was well received by Han Qiao, she mustered up her courage, her conditions were not as good as Jing Tian.

Select "Poetry Reading."

Poetry recitation is an important course of performance. A simple poem can be full of emotion for some people, and it can be tasted for others.

Lines, emotions, body parts... are the main points of poetry recitation.

"Brother Han, the poem I'm reciting is Li Qingzhao's Token of Dreams."

With a cough, Zhen Shuang frowned slightly, looked sad, stepped forward, and chanted: "Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was violent, and the sleep was so deep that the residual wine..."

Under the iron bed.

In the pitch-black space, Yang Mi covered her nasal cavity with both hands. At this moment, her body moved slightly.

"Boom."

Zhen Shuang was terrified: "Brother Han, there is a ghost in the house!"

"No, maybe it's a mouse, you continue."

"Mouse!" Zhen Shuang's voice trembled: "Brother Han, I... I'm most afraid of mice, I..."

The voice was crying: "I can't do it."

"..." Yang Mi clenched her fists. She had heard about Zhenshuang. The new freshmen, Jing Tian and Zhenshuang from the Department of Acting this year, were all relatively good candidates.

At the nasal level, there was a stench. Yang Mi blushed and touched it with the faint light.

"..."

A pair of torn socks, the white socks turned black and a little yellow, she quickly threw it away in disgust, shedding tears of grievance.

"Zhen Shuang, your voice is fine, but your relationship is fine."

Zhen Shuang's recitation is ordinary, the questions are very simple, and there is almost no emotion.

and.

During the recitation, her expression was a bit contrived, it could be seen that she was working hard.

but.

Han Qiao really wanted to say, "Don't try hard!"

The harder you try, the more wrong you are!
As he said that, Han Qiao coughed and said demonstratively, "Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was blowing..."

Zhen Shuang and Jing Tian watched infatuatedly.

When Han Qiao spoke, his voice changed from time to time, and his tone was not constant. Some were heavy, some were green, some were anxious, some were slow...

Large beads and small beads fall on a jade plate.

In particular, Jing Tian looked at Han Qiao's eyes infatuatedly, as if his eyes could speak.

The laziness of hangovers, the monotony of life, and a touch of sadness.

Jingtian made a strange mistake, and thought of the teacher's words: "Eyes are an important part of acting. In the entertainment industry, the best eye scenes are recognized as Liang Chaowei and Han Qiao. Liang Chaowei has a pair of tender eyes, such as spring breeze, Han Qiao has a pair of eyes that can speak, he doesn't say anything, just looks at each other inadvertently, and there are thousands of languages..."

A pair of eyes, there are thousands of languages.

Jing Tian didn't believe it before, but now he believes it. Han Qiao does have a pair of beautiful eyes, which makes people dazzled.

especially.

When he spoke, his voice was very magnetic. At this time, it didn't matter: "The voice of being pregnant."

otherwise.

Jing Tian wanted to say: "My ears are pregnant!"

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back and rest earlier." Han Qiao said.

Jing Tian and Zhen Shuang were stupid, he held the pen, and tapped on the head of each of them: "It's late at night, have you lost your mind?"

His head sank.

Jing Tian came back to her senses, her body felt a little hot, and she was dumbfounded just by hearing the voice.

Brother Han won't laugh at me!

The more Jing Tian thought about it, the more he didn't want to stay any longer. He looked deeply at Han Qiao, staggered, and said as if fleeing: "Brother Han, good night, I'm going back."

"Hey..." Zhen Shuang didn't expect Jingtian to run away suddenly, she followed closely, ran to the door of the dormitory, stopped, and ran back, with her feet together, bowed deeply: "Mr. Han, thank you for your guidance." .”

"..."

Han Qiao looked under the iron bed, unwilling to withdraw his hand, coughed and said, "Zhen Shuang, I am very optimistic about you. I have a sentence that I want to send you. I hope you can remember it."

Brother Han is optimistic about me!
Zhen Shuang's head was dizzy, this evaluation was too heavy, she was a little lost, and said in a stuttering voice: "Brother Han, you say."

"Don't forget the original intention, you will always be there!"

On the way back, Zhen Shuang's footsteps were vain, and these words, like a curse, ran rampant in her mind: "If you don't forget your original intention, you will never forget it."

The young Zhenshuang still doesn't quite understand her life. After all, at this time, Zhenshuang only has 100 yuan a day for living expenses.

It was quiet in the concierge.

Like a zombie, Yang Mi climbed out of the iron bed in four pieces,

A bit like a gecko, unkempt, with long hair in a high ponytail, disheveled.

Yang Mi thought about it and was ready to continue planning.

Han Qiao was disgusted and covered his nose: "Go back quickly, it stinks to death!"

"..."

It stinks to death, Yang Mi's resentment is almost becoming real, my old lady smells so good, it's not because you let me go under the bed.

It's all right now, you despise me for being stinky, Yang Mi raised her arms, her nasal cavity was breathing like a whale, and said, "Obviously it doesn't stink."

"It stinks." Han Qiao said solemnly: "Also, I heard that you took over director Zhao Baogang's struggle. If you are not filming at this time, what will you do when you go back to school? Zhao Baogang will not say anything for my sake. .”

"But."

"I hope you can remember that you are the actor Yang Mi, do you understand?"

Yang Mi trembled slightly, put her legs together, and said seriously: "Brother Han, I remember."

"Okay, less money, earn more money, and move forward!"

Watching Yang Mi return to the girls' dormitory, Han Qiao's secret path is so dangerous, it's impossible to guard against it!
Let's abstain from selenium by yourself. The senior Jie Se leader who has practiced for two and a half years almost failed.

fortunately.

Han Qiao can know how to return when he is lost!
The life of the concierge is simple and relaxed, and Han Qiao is fully capable of it.

Apart from.

Check bed!

Check bed, Han Qiao is very painful, female dormitory.It is completely beyond the control of ordinary people.

and.

These female goblins have long been used to hanging out with Han Qiao, and they all know Han Qiao's temper, so they don't shy away from him at all, for fear that he won't look down.

On the third day of the dormitory inspection, Han Qiao had a new rule: "In the dormitory, those with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter."

Except the concierge.

Han Qiao occasionally attends classes, mainly in the Department of Acting and Directing. After 8 years of debut, Han Qiao can say that he is a senior actor.

Not to mention the directing department, the professors of the directing department have to negotiate courses with him, for fear that Han Qiao will say that he is not professional.

There is no way to refute.

The backhand is just a few big trophies, and there is no temper at all.

3 month.

Han Qiao's Beidian concierge career has come to an end, clearing away the silt in his body and mind.

Han Qiao went into battle lightly and entered the group "Jie Se".

Before leaving, Han Qiao went to Yangquan.

Yangquan is a small city in Shanxi. It is said to be small, but it is actually the third largest city in Shanxi.

Most industrialized cities are similar, with gray skies and hurried pedestrians.

Tea house in Yangquan.

Han Qiao is hanging out in the post bar called "Three-Body Problem". The bar is full of friends who like the science fiction novel "Three-Body Problem".

There is a bar friend.

He is really a hardcore fan of Liu, bragging: "The Three-Body Problem is a new novel that surpasses the four famous novels. Liu Zhixin is a world-renowned science fiction novel. Half of the people in the world have read Three-Body Problem."

"What's going on in Yangquan No. [-] Middle School, I don't know that their school produced a master of science fiction like Liu Cixin, but when Li Yanhong went there, he was welcomed like a grandpa, even the beautiful mayor came to receive him."

"Liu Cixin's The Three-Body Problem was purchased by Huaxia Films. Han Qiao said he wanted to see this project in person. In other words, is it rich to have 100 million now?"

"Forget it, 100 million. Liu Cixin is too awesome. I don't have any problem saying his novel is a contemporary masterpiece."

Really.

If it wasn't clear, these comments were made by Liu Cixin himself, and Han Qiao thought it was Heizi who slandered him.

Saying.

Lao Liu is a man of temperament, although in reality he is very modest, gentle and elegant, with the character of a literati.

I can't stand it anymore, on the Internet, people open trumpets to boast about themselves!

of course.

It's harmless, Han Qiao often opens a trumpet account to give benefits to netizens, everyone has a heart for showing off!