Wang Longzheng was silent. He had seen many biographies and could write about each of his own roles. This was a habit he developed while working in Chinese dramas.
Continuing to scroll back, the more I look at it, the more surprised I am. It’s not just square wood?
Tai Wei, Xing Ju, white-collar killer Huang Yongxiao, vampire Ma Kai, Fujitsu Master Wu Han, and even Sun Mei?
A full thirty or forty pages!
Seeing Wang Long's gaze, Su Ze touched the bridge of his nose and said, "I am a student now and have a lot of free time. If I write more, it will be counted as my homework after class."
"Good boy!" Wang Long was patting his scared junior brother on the shoulder. It was the first time in so many years that he met such a serious young actor, and his attitude was worth looking forward to.
When I returned to the dormitory, I heard a lot of excitement in the room. As soon as I entered the door, Zhang Yu grabbed me and said loudly: "It's just the right time for the boss to come back."
"You give me the judgment!"
"What is the psychological state of Wu Han's character?"
"Why did he suddenly become a serial killer when he was obviously a good student with excellent academic performance?"
"There must be other motives, right?"
Ding Feng came over and retorted: "You are looking at the appearance. Wu Han has a dark heart. Poverty leads to low self-esteem. It seems that he is working hard to make progress, but in fact his heart has long been twisted."
"He is like a spring that has been squeezed to the limit, and the love letter is the fuse, instantly detonating the last line of defense in his psychology."
"Boss, right?"
Su Ze was speechless. Ever since he found out about the filming, the entire acting class has gone crazy?
Especially Zhang Yu and Ding Feng, who are noobs at each other's throats every day, vying to play serial murderers?
What's more, there was a funny guy lying on the upper bunk with his legs crossed watching the show. Su Ze had no choice but to take out the information from his bag, turned to a page and said: "This is a biography I wrote, you can take a look."
Zhang Yu and Ding Feng quickly took it and saw it read: I was born in a poor family. I don’t blame my parents because it’s useless to blame them. Can I be rich if I blame them?
I can only start working hard, feeling like I have an automatic blocker blocking all the beautiful things in the outside world. I just study hard and swear that I will get ahead. God will pay off, and I will be admitted to Ivy League Normal University with my own efforts.
I still remember that I came to this most beautiful stage in my life with only a few shabby sweatshirts and some daily necessities. I naively thought that this was the beginning of my life. I was very active in everything I did and desperately wanted to become good friends with the classmates around me. But,
…
I always feel that my roommates and so-called classmates look at me with sympathy!
Why do you have to sympathize with me?
Is it just because every time I eat, I eat the cheapest one?
Do we have to find excuses not to attend every gathering?
Is it because he is a child from a poor family?
You all seem to be very kind to me. If you want to make extra money, you will do it for me as soon as possible, and you will let me know if you have any part-time jobs.
But do you know?
You think it's good, but in my opinion every word is like a knife stabbing my heart. Why should you worry about my tuition every semester?
do you know?
In order not to let you think that I am struggling to make ends meet, I grit my teeth and take the initiative to buy ingredients and wine at every party. I just hope that while you are eating and drinking, you will think that these are things I bought with the money I earned from waking up early and staying late at night!
But that's it, why do I always feel like you still look down on me!
I tried to explain a few times and got angry, but why do you have more exaggerated expressions on your faces?
What did I do wrong!
Forget it, there is nothing to say, start to learn to hide yourself, you are all vulgar people, what nonsense boss, second and third, you are all people who just want to watch jokes!
The so-called love has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to have a girl I like, because I don't want to be rejected because I am too poor before I can confess my love.
I have thought of such a cruel picture, no, it must be stopped in time, the only way is to study hard and make money.
Unfortunately, the only thing I didn't expect was that I actually fell in love with Sun Mei, the administrator of the boys' dormitory, and she was about to turn fifty!
From the dress she knitted for me, I knew she was interesting to me. In fact, I was really lonely. No one could tell me the pain in my heart, and no one would understand if I told her.
Only in Sun Mei's place, in the duty room with only a few square meters, and the bed with a width of only three feet, did I feel some comfort and tell her all the pain in my heart.
She is so understanding, which makes me feel that it is great to have an experienced woman, and I can live a good life like a child seeking comfort from her.
until one day!
Until that day, Sun Mei actually told me that the breakup letter she wrote to me was contained in that English book?
And I have returned that damn book to the library!
Instantly I felt like my whole body was going to explode!
I have worked so hard to read this book, and all my efforts will be wasted if anyone knows about it!
Sun Mei leaned on my shoulder in horror like a little girl. I just wanted to resolve this matter quickly, and I had to get the letter as soon as possible!
For myself and for Sun Mei.
When I found the English book, I found that the letter was not in it. Where could it be if it was not in it?
I turned around and found the librarian Aunt Liu. It seemed as if I could see her sarcastic look in her pupils. Yes, that's right, it must be her. She read the letter!
At that time, my mind went blank. He put his arm around her shoulders and shook her desperately, feeling like her body was about to fall apart. But why didn't he tell me where the letter was hidden?
Suddenly she collapsed?
The Baoxin Pill fell out of your pocket, your face twitched and you tried to get the pill with trembling hands?
I swear!
I briefly thought about picking up medicine for her!
Maybe she really never read the letter?
Maybe she really doesn't know everything?
Could she really be innocent?
No!
She deserves to die!
She must know the secret between me and Sun Mei!
She must die!
That's right, as long as she dies, no one in the world will laugh at us!
Not only her, but everyone who showed up after me got stuck in borrowing the book must die!
Only the dead can keep secrets!
Zhang Yu and Ding Feng's hair stood on end, and his whole body was trembling. Is this the mentality of a serial killer?
"The emotional script about Wu Han and Sun Mei is not very good. You can study the original work." Su Ze took out the novel and said, "Who is Sun Mei in the original work?"
"Aunt Sun, Sun Gengnian, was widowed before she was forty. Her original ordinary happiness was shattered, and she was left alone in the battlefield of life."
"She longs for love and needs sex. She has strong self-esteem but has to bow her head all the time. She despises the middle school teacher who came for a blind date, because she has expectations for the rest of her life that go beyond daily necessities and a hot bed, right?"
"I like to get angry at students. I bullied Wu Han at the beginning. These attacks are all occasional releases of suppressed emotions. They are self-protection in disguise, aren't they?"
"Because Wu Han is already the perfect lover she can touch, a college student, young, knowledgeable, and even hints at the future, right?"
Su Ze looked at the two of them and analyzed: "Wu Han can give her the love of a man and a woman, satisfy her self-esteem, and give her the feeling of being loved. In other words, this boy who is more than twenty years younger than her can satisfy her desire for life."
All fantasies.”
"What's more, look at the description of Sun Mei in the novel."