Chapter 133 How did my uncle figure it out?
"Teacher Lin is such a newbie! I feel like none of the other teachers in the department can teach as well as he does."
Coming out of the office, Xie Xiaojing's face was full of amazement, no longer the resentful expression she had when she first came in.
"That's not what you said when you came here just now?" Cui Xiaoqin said sarcastically.
Xie Xiaojing said embarrassedly: "That's because I was young and ignorant. Teacher Lin is worthy of being Mr. Wan's disciple, he is very capable!"
Cui Xiaoqin agreed deeply, "There's no comparison! He's only in his early twenties, and he's already so amazing. Compared to Teacher Lin, our age is really like living like a dog."
Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "If you know that they are better, then don't compete with them. Isn't that just looking for excitement? Go ahead and compete with the next one."
In the office after several people left, Xie Fei was still chatting with Lin Weimin.
He had already heard from Lin Weimin the little thought that Tian Zhuangzhuang had put into inviting Lin Weimin over. "This kid is good at his profession and has a sharp mind. He just likes to be clever sometimes. Teacher Lin, don't take it to heart."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "How could that be? In fact, I am personally quite interested in participating in the graduation project of this class of students. They are the first batch of top students in the directing department of your Yanying Film Academy after the national policy was restored. Their success rate in the future will definitely be very high."
"I hope so."
After chatting for a while, when talking about the original novel of "Miscellaneous Notes from the Small Courtyard", Lin Weimin said, "I almost forgot. Let me borrow your school's phone to make an outside call and tell An Yi."
Lin Weimin used Yan Ying's phone to call Huang Anyi's workplace. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the phone rang. Lin Weimin picked up the phone and heard Huang Anyi's distorted voice.
"For the people?" Her tone contained a hint of suppressed excitement.
"Hello, An Yi, it's me."
"Why did you think of calling me?" Huang Anyi asked.
"It's like this..."
Lin Weimin briefly told Huang Anyi about the adaptation of "Miscellaneous Notes from the Small Courtyard" by the students of Yan Film Academy. Fearing that Huang Anyi might be worried, he added, "I took a look at the script and found some problems. I have asked them to revise it. I will ask them to send you a copy after the final draft is completed."
"I feel relieved when you are in charge." Huang Anyi said.
Lin Weimin asked: "So you agree?"
"Um."
Lin Weimin gestured to Xie Fei, and then said, "Then the manuscript fee is set at 200 yuan, is that okay?"
"Okay." Huang Anyi's tone was flat, without much emotion.
"Okay, it's settled then."
Lin Weimin was about to hang up the phone happily when Huang Anyi's voice came over the phone, "Weimin..."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, how are you doing?"
Lin Weimin said happily: "It's good. I'm busy all day and don't have time to relax."
"Be busy..."
Both ends of the microphone fell into silence. After a few seconds, Huang Anyi said, "That's it. We'll contact each other when we have time."
"good."
Lin Weimin said this and hung up the phone.
"Teacher Huang agreed." He said to Xie Fei.
"Thank you so much, Teacher Lin, this time."
"You are very kind."
After chatting for a while, Xie Fei said that he wanted to invite Lin Weimin to be the instructor of the Class of 1978's joint graduation project.
Instructor?
This is possible, after all, we have invested time and energy.
After leaving Xie Fei, Lin Weimin did not leave Yanying directly, but found his eldest nephew.
It happened that Han Zhuangzhuang was rehearsing a skit with several classmates. He was in the same group as Li Chengru, Li Qinqin and Zhu Lin.
Seeing Lin Weimin enter the practice room, everyone knew that he was here to find Han Zhuangzhuang. He gestured to everyone to continue, and they had no choice but to continue rehearsing.
There was one more person in the practice room, and several students' movements were noticeably stiff, and it was obvious that they were a little nervous.
Zhu Lin tried her best to relax, but when she thought of Lin Weimin watching her, she felt uncomfortable all over.
After the rehearsal was finally over, Zhu Lin glanced at Lin Weimin, and their eyes met.
"Uncle, why don't you leave?" Han Zhuangzhuang walked up and asked.
"I came over to call you, do you want to come to my place?" Lin Weimin asked.
Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment. The sketch was due on Monday, but when he thought about going to his uncle's house for a few good meals, he immediately forgot about the homework.
"Let's go, then."
Han Zhuangzhuang said happily.
"Don't worry, go wash your face and change your clothes first."
Han Zhuangzhuang looked at himself and said, "Okay, uncle, wait for me for a while."
After saying that, he ran away and Li Qinqin followed him.
Only Lin Weimin, Zhu Lin and Li Chengru were left in the training room.
The air was silent for a few seconds, and Li Chengru said, "Hello, Teacher Lin!"
"You are Li Chengru, right?"
Li Chengru was a little surprised that his name was remembered by the great writer Lin Weimin. He felt a little lighter. "Teacher Lin, do you know me?"
"Weren't you there during the lecture that day? Zhuangzhuang often mentioned you to me."
Li Chengru grinned and said, "Zhuangzhuang and I are good brothers!"
Lin Weimin said politely, "Thank you for taking care of Zhuangzhuang."
"You're welcome. We are all classmates and we take care of each other."
…
Han Zhuangzhuang washed his face, changed into new clothes and came back. It took no more than three minutes. He was very decisive and Li Qinqin followed behind him.
"Uncle, let's go."
"good."
Before leaving, Lin Weimin gave Li Chengru a look.
Young man, you really have no vision!
After the two of them left, Li Qinqin looked at Han Zhuangzhuang with a bit of loss.
Li Chengru said with great joy: "Hey, did you see that? Teacher Lin really appreciates me."
Li Qinqin gave him a frustrated look and said, "I didn't see that."
"You have no sense, girl. Zhu Lin saw it, didn't she?"
Zhu Lin didn't say anything. She always felt that Lin Weimin's eyes seemed to be on her vaguely.
Neither girl spoke. Li Chengru felt bored and left the practice room mumbling to himself.
Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang were riding their bicycles, passing by Yanying's basketball court, and saw a few boys playing basketball.
"Zhuangzhuang, that boy is also your classmate, right?"
Han Zhuangzhuang looked at the person Lin Weimin pointed at, "Uncle, that's Zhang Guangbei, he's in the same class with me."
"You two have some overlapping images!"
Han Zhuangzhuang said: "Yes, the teacher also said that, saying that my image is worse than his. If there is a good role for us to compete for, I will definitely not be able to win against him."
"It's okay. With your uncle around, you'll definitely do better than him."
Han Zhuangzhuang laughed heartlessly, "Thank you, uncle!"
"By the way, is that girl in your class interested in you?" Lin Weimin asked.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Is her name Li Qinqin?"
Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment, "Really?"
Lin Weimin felt helpless about his nephew's slow reaction. "Your reaction is too slow. I think that girl is just average. If you don't have that kind of intention towards her, just say it clearly."
"Got it, uncle!"
Han Zhuangzhuang was pedaling his bike, wondering, Li Qinqin is interested in me? How did my uncle know that?
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