Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

Chapter 1324 The Professor Who Steals Beauty 10

good?

Not bad!

Although it was only two words, Xu Ying's face was full of surprise.

Shu Jiao!

She single-handedly created four genres, a legendary figure in the screenwriting world, and now everyone's praising her—how could she not be happy?

"Thank you, teacher."

Xu Ying said very seriously.

Shu Jiao: "Did you make all of this up yourself?"

"no,"

Xu Ying shook her head. "Teacher, my dad owns a group company. I asked my dad privately and went to various companies to find a lot of material before I finished writing this script."

"The plot is very good."

No wonder it feels so real.

So it really is "based on a true story".

Shu Jiao chuckled softly, "But the lines aren't sharp enough."

"Especially the confrontational dialogue, it was too bland, lacking explosiveness and a sense of conflict. Let's go back and ask them again; their true fighting strength is definitely more than that."

When she was working, the impact of accusations like "not using your brain at work" was practically zero.

As she spoke, Shu Jiao crossed out a line on the paper, "Change this to: Don't explain to me why you failed. Failure is failure, and losers only deserve to be eliminated."

The pen tip then flicked downwards.

"Here's a different version: Even if an old dog changes its skin, it won't learn any new tricks. Museums won't accept your ideas."

"And here's the revised version: In terms of performance, seniority, and connections, what qualifications do you have to sit at the table with me?"

Shu Jiao only made a few brief changes, and the attack power immediately increased.

Xu Ying listened very attentively.

Shu Jiao then simplified the plot for her and asked her to revise it again.

Xu Ying left happily, asking before she left, "Professor, can I apply to be your graduate student?"

"Sure. I'll reserve a spot for you."

Shu Jiao agreed.

This child is fairly intelligent and has some talent; we can barely take him in and teach him.

After seeing the students off, Shu Jiao began to conceive her own work.

I really don't know what to write.

Because she has so many stories in her mind, she can write about any one of the little worlds she experienced in the past.

After thinking for a while, I decided to start a new book.

After a flurry of output, I scrolled through the list of names in my friends' groups/director groups—

This guy's good at special effects, forget it;

This guy's good at making comedies, forget it;

The aesthetics of this shot are quite good...

After looking around for a while, Shu Jiao chose director Han Feng.

His shooting style is quite hardcore. He is good at using light and shadow and environment to tell stories, and he is good at planting small details and foreshadowing in his films. Moreover, his logic is rigorous and can withstand scrutiny.

Shu Jiao decided to create a suspenseful story and, incidentally, write two palace intrigue novels to set an example for Qin Su.

Just do it!

Fortunately, there is technical support now.

Otherwise, if she relied solely on keyboard input, Shu Jiao would have developed tendonitis from typing so much, and still wouldn't have been able to write this many words.

As the brain conceives its ideas, strings of text pop up on the screen.

Get it!

"Dingling bell~"

On the free and easy beach, the telephone suddenly rang.

Han Feng, who was on vacation, lay on the chair, too lazy to get up. Hearing the voice, he frowned impatiently, picked up the phone without even looking, and said, "Old Jiang, I told you, I'm going on a three-month vacation."

"Don't give me the script, I won't film it. I won't film it!"

"is it?"

On the other end of the phone, Shu Jiao chuckled meaningfully.

Ok?

That voice... sounds familiar!

Han Feng then took a closer look at the screen—

Oh my god!

Shu Jiao!

How could it be this living Buddha?!

"Oh, Sister Shu, it's you!"

Han Feng immediately sat up straight. "I was just half asleep, my mind wasn't clear. You said you wanted to see me today, what instructions do you have?"

No way~

Is his luck finally turning?

That bastard Yi Xin filmed Sister Shu's script and bragged about it three times a day in the group chat. Looking at the quality of that movie, it's destined that she'll be on the list of film awards this year.

Is it his turn to enjoy the pleasure of stuffing a pancake directly into his mouth?

(*?w?)~

"I have a new notebook..."

Before Shu Jiao could finish speaking, Han Feng immediately said decisively, "Take the picture! I'm going back right away!"

"Weren't you going on vacation?"

"What vacation? Sis, you misheard me. I said I was sleeping."

Han Feng spouted nonsense, then jumped up from the recliner as if his backside was on fire and rushed towards the hotel.

My notebook!

My prize!

My movies, my dividends...

I’m coming!!!

For a moment, Han Feng's eyes and brows revealed a hint of joy.

Shu Jiao was amused by him, and after hanging up the phone, she started working on her new palace intrigue novel.

Meanwhile, Han Feng hurriedly booked the fastest flight, arriving back in Yuzhou at 2 a.m. If he hadn't been worried about disturbing Shu Jiao's rest and upsetting her, Han Feng could have arrived at Shu Jiao's house at 3 a.m.

Meanwhile, editor Qiushui was also awake.

She was snuggled in bed, flipping through Shu Jiao's new novel, "The Biography of Consort Li".

[Synopsis: From palace maid to Empress Dowager, my life has been one of walking on thin ice, experiencing several ups and downs, and proceeding cautiously at every step. I killed friends, relatives, children, and even slew dragons, using my heart as a blade to carve out a bloody path.]

This vast land is what I deserve!

What kind of text is this?

Qiu Shui had never seen it before and was very interested, so she immediately clicked to view it.

It all started with a palace maid.

She was still a palace maid in the cold palace.

The female protagonist, Shui Xian, was bullied and ostracized by her roommate, the palace maid Han Cui, because of her beauty. She was forced to work outside in the winter and fell ill from the cold without any medicine. She almost died.

"what?"

Qiu Shui was taken aback.

What kind of number is this?

If the protagonist hadn't been so lucky, he would have been gone right at the beginning!

Then look down.

[Narcissus: "It's snowing again~ It snows every year, and then there are two fewer people in the palace~"]

At first, Qiu Shui didn't think much of it, but when she turned her head, she saw in the text that Han Cui, who had bullied Shui Xian, was lying on the roadside, her body frozen solid, like garbage, being thrown out of the palace.

It was as if this person had never existed in the entire palace.

No one was even saddened by it.

A human life.

A vibrant, young life was lost, yet the entire palace acted as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Were the lives of palace maids so worthless?

Qiu Shui thought indignantly, then looked down again.

Then they saw Narcissus slowly leave the side of a mad concubine. The concubine's eyes cleared for a moment, then she went mad again.

"My child! My child!!"

The mad concubine wailed, each word dripping with blood.

Narcissus's lips curled slightly, her meaning ambiguous as she said, "Your madness was indeed an act."

Qiu Shui: ? ? ?

what?

Why did she pretend? What does it have to do with Han Cui's death? What exactly did Shui Xian discover?

Filled with doubt, Qiu Shui continued reading and discovered that Shui Xian had deliberately framed Han Cui as someone sent by the mad concubine's son-killing enemy to spy on her, so the mad concubine killed Han Cui.

Narcissus is using someone else to do her dirty work!

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the mad concubine was feigning madness to protect herself.

Looking again, it becomes clear that with the help of the mad concubine, Narcissus has "accidentally" met the emperor and suddenly become a concubine. The mad concubine tried to control Narcissus, but Narcissus turned the tables and killed her.

OMG!

Are the people in the palace all cunning and scheming?

With that kind of brain, that kind of cunning, if someone were to scheme against her, she would be like Han Cui, who froze to death in Chapter Two.

Happy New Year! (*?▽?*)

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