The Late School

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The arrogant little white children's shoes didn't dance in the end. She gave Zhang Tan a small white eye from time to time, and she succeeded in getting Zhang Tan "gas" away.

At this time, the children began to go to bed.

After 10 o'clock in the evening, the parents got off work one after another and came to the Little Red Horse Academy to pick up people.

Some children are so sleepy that they are taken away from the bed by their parents, lying in their arms and continue to sleep obediently, but they are holding their parents tightly.

Some children are rather naughty, wake up after a while, and are full of energy. They will play games with adults before they go home.

After zero o'clock, there are only 5 of the more than 30 children left in the academy, among them there are white children's shoes.

The three children were asleep, one just woke up, propped up, and looked out the door, his father was coming.

Little white children's shoes were not sleepy, still full of energy, lying on the bed over and over, simply got up, ran to the reading area, holding the picture book and watching with relish, just a little lonely, no children to talk and play with her.

Zhang Tan stayed until the last child left before returning to the room to rest.

This is the day's work in the late night school, black and white reversed, very hard.

The next day, Zhang Tan jogged in the yard as usual, and then went out to eat breakfast, came back to take a bath, dressed up, carrying a backpack, and went out to the talent market.

Just got on the subway and received a text message telling him to go to the Pujiang Film Studio for an interview at 2pm.

Zhang Tan didn't change his morning schedule. He still made a round in the talent market. There was a very strange phenomenon. There were not a few screenwriters recruited, and there were a lot of applicants, but there were very few candidates.

The screenwriting industry is a structurally scarce job. On the one hand, the market urgently needs a large number of experienced and capable talents, which is in short supply. On the other hand, a large number of new screenwriters cannot find suitable jobs. Selling dog meat, his name is screenwriter, but the job content is clerks, or a panacea for everything.

Zhang Tan had no gain. After having lunch at a nearby restaurant, he came to Pujiang Film Studio early. It was still early, so he sat in the cafe next to him for a while, and only got up 20 minutes before the interview time. .

"Hello, I'm here for an interview."

The front desk is an 85-point beauty, very seductive.

"Please show me your interview notification message."

Zhang Tan opened the mobile phone text message to her.

"Thank you, please follow me."

The other party took Zhang Tan into the elevator and reached the 8th floor.

"They are all interviewing just like you. Please wait here. The interview will start at two o'clock, one by one, you will be called when it is your turn."

There were more than ten people sitting in the waiting room, both men and women, some young, some middle-aged, everyone stayed alone, no one spoke.

Zhang Tan found a place to sit down and waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, a staff member came in to inform them to prepare for the interview, and they went in in order of coming first.

More than an hour later, the staff came in again and shouted: "Zhang Tan, which one is Zhang Tan? It's up to you."

Zhang Tan raised his hand and said, "I am."

Packed up the backpack, followed into the interview room.Sitting inside were two men and one woman, with the woman in the middle, looking like the chief examiner.

"Zhang Tan, is it?" said a middle-aged man sitting on the left. "You graduated from Peking Film Academy? Directing department?"

Zhang Tan sat down, not nervous, and nodded: "Yes, I just graduated and returned to Pujiang a few days ago."

"Are you from Pujiang?"

"I grew up here since I was young."

"You are a director major, why would you want to be a screenwriter?"

...

In less than ten minutes, the interview is over, and the news of returning home is notified.

When he returned to West Chang'an Avenue, night had fallen. Zhang Tan was standing next to the late night school and looked at him. He hadn't noticed before. The next door neighbor was a boxing gym.

He went in curiously and took a look. The inside was not big, less than half of the academy. Seven or eight people were practicing boxing, and no one paid attention to him, so he turned out.

Old Li greeted him: "Young Master Zhang is back."

Zhang Tan responded with a smile: "Are there any kids here?"

"In a little while, Xiao Bai will come."

That kid is the first to arrive every day, and the last ones to leave.

The door guard Lao Li was a little helpless and a headache. When Xiao Bai arrived, he would surely sigh his head, as if he would agree.

Xiaobai, the little girl who "I don't know how" Zhang Tan also has a headache for her. She was hated by the children when she first came, and she was still a small chili. He bit him and didn't say anything. He was not pleasing to the eyes everywhere. According to sources familiar with the matter, the little white shoes spread among the children and teachers that he was black and instigated everyone to deal with him unanimously.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tan thought of Xiaomi who was taken away by the police, and wondered if he found his family, so he turned to ask Aunt Huang.

He went back to the room, put down his backpack, took a shower, changed into sports short-sleeved shorts, went out for a walk, and knocked a kid over again at the corner with his feet upright.

"Ouch~~"

The child was very sensitive, and without waiting for Zhang Tan to help, he quickly got up, stepped forward on his hips, and said fiercely:

"Fart black, do you want to yell? You knocked me over again."

"Humph! I'm so angry."

This kid wore a washed, whitish blue sports suit and a red style. There were still two Chinese characters on his chest.

Only white children's shoes can be worn like this.

Sure enough, it was Trump's white children's shoes that were knocked over by Zhang Tan.

Zhang Tan was also surprised, how did he knock him over again?It feels a little targeted.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, kid Xiaobai, did it hurt after falling?"

"I'm so angry~~"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You are too young, and you always run, you can't stop the car, Zhang Tan thought.

Little White Children's Shoes Balabala accused him of a meal, gave him a cold snort, rolled his eyes again, and left, disdain to talk to him more.

In Zhang Tan's gaze, she ran to the guard box in a hurry, and talked to Lao Li again.

Lao Li is quite friendly, so difficult children like to chat with her, Zhang Tan thought.

He didn't know that Xiao Bai in the distance did not talk to Lao Li, but complained.

"Grandpa, the fart black knocked me over again, you judge Li Si, are you angry?"

Lao Li glanced at Zhang Tan under the corridor in the distance, and asked Xiaobai in front of him amusedly: "What's the matter?"

Little Bai, Balabala, instigated Lao Li to go to Zhang Tan to ask for an explanation and be the master of the children.

"Oh, I went to the toilet, my stomach hurts, Xiaobai, don't run out." Lao Li escaped with an excuse.

Xiaobai: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

Seeing that Lao Li was really gone, no one was guarding the guard box. She glanced left and right. The fart was gone, and there was no one around, so she rushed to the iron gate of the academy and wanted to push it away and play. , But, pushed, the iron door is locked!

Kicked bitterly and went back.

"Children? Are you there, children?"

Xiaobai was helpless, wandering around in the academy alone, shouting as he walked, although he knew that there were no other children in the academy at the moment except her, but if there were any, what if one got out of the ground.

Not even a Guwazi can be found, Xiao Bai picked up a football and played it alone.

The football grumbled and rolled to the feet of Zhang sigh who was walking, and the two of them stared with big eyes.

Do you want to kick back?

Zhang Tan couldn't know the same as a child, so he smiled at her, and in exchange for a roll of eyes, he did not care, and skillfully turned the football upside down and kicked it back.

Xiao Bai looked a little surprised, maybe he didn't expect that the fart was black twice.

When she saw the football flying over, she wanted to show her foot, and shouted: "Look at my jiojio~~"

He flew out with force and was about to kick the football high, but he kicked it into the air and flew out of her little shoes. Moreover, the leaked football slammed on her head, and she fell to the ground with an ouch.

Zhang Tan was dumbfounded, and Lao Li who secretly returned to his post was also surprised.

Lao Li pretended not to see it, and continued to look at his mobile phone. Zhang Tan also quickly left the scene of the incident, not to be touched.

This cannot be blamed on him.

He may be inconsistent with Xiaobai children's shoes, causing disputes everywhere.

Zhang Tan, who returned to the room smoothly, looked back. He didn't see Xiao Bai, but a hum haha ​​voice came from the courtyard downstairs. Standing on the balcony and looking down, he saw Xiao Bai chasing and playing football in the courtyard. , Very vigorous, full of strength, seems to be venting towards football.

Before long, other children came and joined Xiaobai's team, and soon became a group of children, chasing football happily.

At this moment, Zhang Tan's cell phone on the desk rang. He picked it up and found it was a strange number.

"Hello, where?"

"Is it Zhang Tan? I'm from the Human Resources Department of Pujiang Film Studio..."