Chapter 57: Rehearsal

Two days later

Kong Zilu and the others got the script and eagerly opened it. Two minutes later, they were shocked.

Pei Chenxuan took the script and said in disbelief: "The father of the underworld you mentioned is the dark-skinned father walking on the road."

Lu Siyin: "That is also the father of the heroine."

Zhang Da: "Then my martial arts master refers to a mighty, hardworking, tall and transparent person."

Lu Siyin disagreed: "What transparent person is a bodyguard."

Xu Chao: "And the campus male god you mentioned is a male psychopath on campus."

Lu Siyin felt a little guilty: "It means to praise your humor."

Everyone: "..."

Li Yuxin looked at the content of the script, silent, and silent again.

Why is it still the story of the white moonlight returning to China and never winning against the substitute?

It's so fucking aggrieved.

And what is the ending!

"Long Aotian looked at his former lover and the object of his heart today, his face was painful and tangled, who did he love? Leng Ruoli Murong Xuan'er looked at the affectionate Huangpu Iron Bull and the domineering Long Aotian, how should she choose? And the pure and beautiful Oriental Pearl also looked at Long Aotian and Xuan'er, she was tangled about who to marry"

So far, the ending

... bullshit!

This relationship is more confusing than her brain, can you count the love triangles?

And what kind of names are these...

Long Aotian, what's the cold thing, there is still a bull, she just endured it.

But what the hell is Oriental Pearl?

She is also selling in the west, discounting in the south, and group buying in the north!

Lu Siyin smiled awkwardly: "The time is too tight, and I accidentally... the ending is bad."

"..."

It's more than just the ending that is bad

"It's well written," Kong Zilu smiled stiffly, "Don't write it next time."

Lu Siyin seemed to finally realize that what he wrote was a little bit ridiculous, and hurriedly said: "You can think about it in a different way. This is just a story framework. Then during the rehearsal process, we can add our own ideas to achieve a comedic effect."

It turned out that they could still play freely, and the others immediately thought it was feasible.

What can I do?

It's better than being a father who is about to go on the road, a bodyguard, and a psychopath!

Kong Zilu is very active. As soon as school is over, he brings everyone to the empty classroom for rehearsal.

The process went smoothly. I didn't expect that this kind of lousy Mary Sue literature would have such a good effect after incorporating various elements.

Lu Jingshu sat on the desk, one leg slightly bent and supported on the ground, wearing a black duckbill cap, with cold eyebrows and a watch pinched between her sharp and thin knuckles. She sat aside, forming a deserted and quiet little world.

But she was surrounded by a group of silly and funny people, whose laughter constantly infected her little space, until Lu Siyin called out a cheerful "sister", completely breaking the invisible barrier and pulling her into the other side of this world without hesitation.

"Sister, come here quickly, it's your turn. I have arranged a particularly handsome character for you, the kind that will make the earth tremble with every word you say." Lu Siyin looked like she was begging for praise.

No matter how reluctant Lu Jingshu was, she could only stand up and walk towards the crowd.

Five minutes ago, in an unnoticed corner, she tapped her watch lightly with her fingers, and a message was quietly sent to the other side of the ocean.

Qing Zhu: [I'll take that order. Tell them not to bother me again.]

The projection of the watch flashed in the air, like a ray of light that suddenly appeared and disappeared in an instant.

If someone saw it, they would only suspect that they were dazzled, after all, holographic watches only exist in science fiction movies.

At this time, Lu Jingshu's attention remained on Kong Zilu's explanation.

"Wait a minute, Li Yuxin will come back from abroad as Bai Yueguang, pushing a suitcase, and then you, the Huangpu Iron Bull..."

Lu Jingshu couldn't help but said coldly: "Change the name."

Kong Zilu reacted and said, "Oh", "It's really not very nice, but I can't think of any other name now, and this name is more in line with our current positioning of the script."

"How about that," she looked at Lu Jingshu's increasingly ugly face carefully, and whispered: "Sister Shu, bear with it."

In the silence that lasted for five seconds, everyone felt their necks chilled, as if they would be beheaded in the next second, with blood splattering three feet.

Lu Jingshu finally pardoned the world, ending her mistreatment of them, and said "hmm" with a cold face and irritability.

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, and Kong Zilu quickly changed the subject, trying not to mention the four words that had burned his lips.

"You and Long Aotian met at the airport. When two rivals met, they were extremely jealous. The two of you exchanged glances for eight hundred rounds, and it was hard to tell who was the winner..."

Lu Jingshu sighed, rubbed her brows, and felt her temples throbbing again.

...

An hour later

Throughout the show, everyone's various reactions did create an extraordinary comedy effect, and Kong Zilu was very satisfied.

Lu Siyin had already begun to imagine how he would squander, be dissolute, and be carefree with those few hundred yuan.

It was getting late, and everyone began to pack up and leave.

Lu Siyin and Lu Jingshu finally came out of the classroom, and by chance they ran into Xu Zichen and Gu Wen coming down the stairs.

The two walked side by side, and they looked very familiar.

After Lu Siyin changed classes, she rarely saw Gu Wen again. On the one hand, there was no chance, and on the other hand... ahem, she felt guilty. After all, she was young and naive before, and she made him take a lot of blame in secret.

They looked straight at each other, intending to ignore each other and live in peace.

But there are always people who feel uncomfortable if they are not scolded for a day, and they have to come up eagerly.

Xu Zichen smiled gently and shouted in surprise: "Cousin! Where are you..." She looked at the empty classroom inside and seemed a little surprised: "Are you also rehearsing for the school anniversary program?"

Lu Siyin said coldly: "Yeah."

Xu Zichen looked them up and down, with an ambiguous meaning, and asked curiously: "What show are you going to perform? I'm looking forward to it."

Lu Siyin remained calm: "Show how to curse people without using dirty words, how to criticize people without being rude, the consequences of meddling in other people's business, a true portrayal of curiosity killing the cat, and a discussion of the truth that has been abandoned."

Xu Zichen's face turned red and blue, changing rapidly, and she couldn't say a word.

No matter what she said, she felt that Lu Siyin was reflecting her.

Gu Wen's mouth twitched, and his indifferent eyes stayed on Lu Siyin and their faces for a moment, and then he seemed not to sense the gunpowder smell between them, and walked away with long legs.

Xu Zichen wanted to catch up immediately, and suddenly she smiled smugly, even more inexplicably than her mother, and said: "If I have time, I hope to rehearse with my cousins!" She

didn't know who she was acting for, but undoubtedly wanted to show herself how prosperous she was now, and to tell herself that even before, Lu Siyin could not compare with her.

Lu Siyin was not used to her bad habit, and immediately made a "tsk" sound, and retorted indifferently: "Sorry, I don't like to play with idiots, but if it's you, even a mentally retarded one won't do."

Xu Zichen: "..."

Seeing that Gu Wen was getting farther and farther away and was about to leave her sight, she didn't care about quarreling with Lu Siyin, so she could only hold her breath and hurry to catch up.

Lu Jingshu stretched her back and patted Lu Siyin on the shoulder, saying lazily, "You did a good job."

Lu Siyin smiled and said, "Can I not do my homework today?"

Lu Jingshu glanced at her indifferently, and the answer was self-evident.

She just knew...

Hey, I don't know when this hard life will end!