"Tong Yue, did Wang Yueheng reply to your message?"

"I'm so nervous, I don't know if he'll like our script..."

"No problem, this script was written for us by Zhang Donglei, a literary genius, so the quality is definitely top-notch!"

Just as Wang Yueheng was sitting in his hotel room reading the script.

In a spacious and bright classroom at the California Institute of Technology, Rocky City campus.

Tong Yue and several other archaeology students sat or stood in a circle, discussing the matter intently.

Tong Yue, who sent the script to Wang Yueheng, held her phone tightly in both hands, anxiously awaiting his reply.

"not yet…"

The petite Tong Yue sat in the chair and gently shook her head as she spoke.

I glanced up at the clock hanging in the classroom; it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

She planned to wait another half hour, and if Wang Yueheng still hadn't replied, she would take the initiative to send him a message to ask.

After all, if script revisions are involved, time needs to be allocated for rehearsals.

"You flatter me."

"I've only won two trophies in competitions organized by the Screenwriters Guild in the country."

"In addition, he has also won an excellent ranking in the provincial literary competition."

"I've received some professional screenwriting guidance and have a basic understanding..."

Zhang Donglei, the screenwriter of "Tears of the Tomb Owner" who is known as a literary talent, was sitting in a chair to the side.

Wearing a dark t-shirt, leather shoes, and with a slicked-back hairstyle, he looked every bit the mature, composed, and elite student.

Despite his humble and modest demeanor, he was praised by those around him, but his expression and tone were full of arrogance and pride.

"For this script for the archaeology department, I specifically assembled our Writers Group to work together and create at a rapid pace."

"After all, even for a stage play, you have to do some research on a lot of things."

"Fortunately, I did not fail in my mission and completed it on time."

As they spoke, Zhang Donglei's gaze swept over the phone that Tong Yue was holding tightly in both hands.

He considered the script, which he had helped write, to be impeccable in both format and content.

Even a professional screenwriter wouldn't be able to spot any flaws.

Zhang Donglei had already begun to fantasize in his heart.

Later, Wang Yueheng will send back a message praising his professional and excellent script.

They might even hire me to sign with "Hengxue Entertainment" and become one of their go-to screenwriters.

When the time comes, I'll casually post the invitation Wang Yueheng sent me on my WeChat Moments.

You're sure to earn the admiration and envy of many classmates, friends, and female friends.

In my imagination.

A smug smile gradually appeared on Zhang Donglei's lips.

"Dong Lei's strength is absolutely beyond doubt!"

"Wang Yueheng isn't a professional screenwriter either; he might even need to consult Brother Dong Lei about screenwriting."

"The currently serialized novel 'Joy of Life' might also be adapted into a script by the Dong Lei brothers!"

Upon hearing Zhang Donglei's words, a male archaeology student named Yin Ying next to him smiled and flattered him.

"This script is clearly the work of a professional; we definitely couldn't have written it ourselves."

"It would be even better if Teacher Yue Heng could come and sing a song for us!"

Jia Meichen, a girl who is also a stage actress next to her, also praised her.

"That's right!"

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"We'll ask Dong Lei to help write the lyrics again!"...

Upon hearing this, the other archaeology students around him nodded in agreement.

The adulation from the crowd made Zhang Donglei even more proud.

She even considered whether to bring up the matter of helping Wang Yueheng write a song for him at the party.

If Wang Yueheng could sing a new song with lyrics he wrote himself, wouldn't he become an instant national sensation?

"Ding~"