The Late School

It was foggy today, and the yard of the Little Red Horse Academy was full of white fog. After Zhang Tan ran a few laps, his hair was soggy, his clothes were wet and his face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was fog or sweat.

When he first arrived at Little Red Horse in the summer, his body was empty and his foundation was weak. He was out of breath after running two or three laps. He had to rest on his hips. After six months of persistence, his physique increased significantly and he had to run at least 10 laps every morning.

After the tenth lap, he ran out of the little red horse and came to the intersection, subconsciously looking for Malianhua to buy pancake fruit, but the pancake fruit stand is no longer there, but some sell scallion pancakes and fried dumplings.

He turned around and walked towards Huangjia Village, where there are many breakfast shops.He bought three rice rolls, eggs, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, soy milk and so on.

When I returned to Xiaohongma, I happened to see Teacher Xiaoliu coming out of the dormitory, already dressed and dressed, and seeing Zhang Tan wearing sportswear with sweat stains on his face, he said hello, "Boss Zhang, have you gone for a run? So early ."

She was a little embarrassed, she always got up later than Boss Zhang, and not a little bit later.

Zhang Tan mentioned the breakfast in his hand and said, "Come up to eat breakfast, I bought it for you."

"Huh? No, no need."

"Already bought, come on, where is Xiaomi? Are you still sleeping?"

"Wake up, in a daze."

"I'll see... forget it."

Xiaomi is so shy and timid, don't scare my sister-in-law in the morning.

Zhang Tan walked upstairs and again instructed Teacher Xiaoliu and Xiaomi to come up for breakfast together.

"Oh, alright."

Teacher Xiaoliu watched Zhang Tan disappear into the stairwell, jumped a little, and returned to the dormitory. He said to Xiaomi, who was wrapped in a quilt with a fluffy hair and sitting on the bed like a kitten: "Xiaomi children's shoes, get up and wake up. Yet?"

The curtain was opened by her. At this moment, the morning sun broke through the morning mist, and the first ray of sunlight fell on the small desk in front of the window. The tentacles were already crawling on the bed, and she was about to touch Xiaomi’s little hand resting on the quilt. Up.

Xiaomi raised her head blankly and looked at Mrs. Xiaoliu. After a while, she nodded her head in a daze, and said, "Mom, I'm awake."

Teacher Xiaoliu stayed in a daze, did he wake up?This is still in a dream.

She touched Xiaomi's head and said, "Tell you a good news. Boss Zhang bought us breakfast and asked us to eat at his house."

"...Where is Xiao Bai?"

"Xiaobai is home, do you miss her?"

Xiaomi nodded and said: "Boss Zhang doesn't call Xiaobai to have breakfast?"

This doll is still dumbfounded.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Xiaoliu brought a well-dressed Xiaomi to Zhang Tan's house. The door was not closed but was left open.

Teacher Xiaoliu knocked on the door and looked inside, "Boss Zhang?"

There was no one in the living room, so she yelled again. People came out of the kitchen and wiped their hands on the apron tied around their waist. They smiled and said, "Come in, where is Xiaomi? Is it coming?"

Teacher Xiaoliu turned around and brought Xiaomi in: "Here."

Millet's long hair shawl, with bangs, neatly combed, timidly, slung a small blue bag, bulging, I don’t know what it’s carrying, and he is holding the pug doll that Xiaobai gave her tightly in his arms. .

"Come here, let's have breakfast." Zhang Tan greeted them to come in, "There are slippers on the shoe rack at the door. I just took them out, new ones."

There are indeed two pairs of brand new slippers on the shoe rack, one pair of pink and one pair of brown. Xiaomi subconsciously took the pair of pink slippers and put them on her feet, only to find out that her little feet could fit three in. They were too big. La.

And Teacher Xiaoliu took a pair of small slippers, not enough to cram feet.

She laughed and laughed, and said to Xiaomi who looked down at the big pink slippers in a daze: "Xiaomi, the pair you hold is mine, and the pair in my hand is yours."

Little girls really like pink.

The three of them had breakfast. Teacher Xiaoliu waited until Ding Jiamin came to pick up Xiaomi before she got off work. At this time, the people in the studio had come to work one after another.

When Xin Xiaoguang saw Zhang Tan about to go out, he ran over excitedly and said, "Boss, "Dream Quest" has a very good response, have you seen it? A lot of people in the circle are discussing it."

"Looking for a Dream" began to be serialized in magazines, and the first feedback was not ordinary readers, but artists in the comic circle.

Just like Song Wen, those who eat this line of food are very concerned about industry trends. As soon as the "Datang Fantasy Night" magazine was published, they immediately bought it and discussed and studied the three new comics in this issue.

"I've heard of some." Zhang Tan said casually as he walked to the door, his eyes fell on Lao Li who was basking in the yard.He just arrived and started the daytime duty.

"I have collected a lot of opinions, boss, do you have time now? Let's discuss it."

Zhang Tan: "I don't have time now. I have something to leave. You can discuss it first, and then just tell me the result."

"Oh, good."

Xin Xiaoguang watched Zhang Tan hurried away and ran to Building 2 excitedly. "Dream Travels" became popular among comic authors, and the response was very good. This "weird and weird" style of painting is very different from other comics. , Especially outstanding.

Watching him jumping and jumping, Lao Li muttered: "It's not stable at all. He's obviously older than Zhang, but he looks like a little brother."

Zhang Tan did not go to the crew, but went to Teacher Jiang's music studio.

Teacher Jiang was teaching a few boys and girls, and the staff went in and said something to him.

"You should digest what I just said, and I'll come over and check it later." Teacher Jiang said to several people, then smiled and waved to Zhang Tan in the corridor and hurried away.

"The song has been made, there are three different versions..." Teacher Jiang said as he took Zhang Tan to the audio-visual room.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"If you have something like this in the future, you can continue to work hard for me. I'm happy, just listen to it." Teacher Jiang joked, and handed Zhang Tan a headset.

The first one to listen to was the version of the chorus of Guwazi.When Xiaobai sang solo, she turned out to be like a little singer. Her indelible Trump magically disappeared... The sound repairer is amazing.

Guwazi's version is very good, full of innocence and fantasy.

The next version is not so beautiful. It is completely music from the "underworld". It is ghostly and awkward, which fits the atmosphere of "The Hidden Corner".

After thanking Teacher Jiang, he took the copy and came to the crew. He happened to see Director Liu Jinlu talking about the play, and the object was Deng Wen.

"You have to leave the idol baggage, you know? Leave it, throw it away completely, you haven't thrown it away now, you just quit the hair-flipping movement, it's still far away, do you think you are a handsome guy? You can't do this Feel! I tell you, you are not handsome! You are not handsome at all! Look at you, you are not tall and have a fat belly..."

Deng Wen fought weakly: "Director, I'm here to gain weight by filming."

Liu Jinlu seemed to have not heard it, and continued to beat him: "Your face is too long, your forehead is wide, and your hairline is behind you. I am a little worried about you... Your nose is not very strong, your teeth are not white, and you have no muscles. ..."

With that said, he saw Zhang Tan coming, pulled Zhang Tan over, like a product display, and said: "Look at Zhang Tan, then look at yourself, this is a handsome guy, you don't count! You take a good shot , You can’t follow the path of idols, you can only sink your heart into acting. By the way, there is a very important point, you are allergic to peaches, this is destined to be an idol."

Deng Wen fought powerlessly again: "What does this have to do with Taozi?"

"Of course it does matter! It's a big one. When people see you, they think of peaches, peaches are like butts, and they think of butts. Can a butt be an idol?"

This logic is really touching and amused the staff on site.

Liu Jinlu: "To sum up, you are not the foundation of an idol. Don't struggle. Hurry up, put on your wig, observe yourself in the mirror, and brew your emotions. When you are done, we will continue to shoot."

Deng Wen took a deep breath, put on a wig, and looked at himself in the mirror. It was indeed not an idol, which idol would be the Mediterranean.

Zhang Tan was amazed, and whispered to Liu Jinlu: "Director, you are really ruthless. You have tuned a proper custard boy into a greasy, bald middle-aged man, and you're killing him..."

Liu Jinlu glanced at him and sneered: "Say me? Can't you write this person? You are a screenwriter. If you don't write that way, I can let others shoot like this? You are the culprit!"