Chapter 2771 2783 [Join the entertainment industry]
Next to her, Suzuki Sonoko didn't notice the slander she was receiving from a fake elementary school student.
——Ran Maoli recently won a free coupon for a Chinese restaurant, and they are now happily on their way to the restaurant.
Jiang Xia raised his hand to stop a taxi, and several people got in. As soon as they were seated, Mao Lilan took out a thick history book from her bag.
Suzuki Sonoko, who was about to pull her aside to chat, said: "..."
She covered her eyes and painfully turned her gaze away from the knowledge: "Don't look at it, don't look at it. Even if you look at it, you may not be able to pass the exam, and even if you take the exam, you may not remember it. It's better to take advantage of Jiang Xia's luck in the exam and take a chance to run into questions that he knows how to answer - you see Jiang Xia never attends class, but he always gets such good scores in the exams, what does this show? This shows that grades have nothing to do with hard work!"
Conan rolled his eyes silently: "..." What a twisted logic, Jiang Xia's good performance in the exam is not due to good luck. You are lazy, and you actually want to drag Xiaolan into the pirate ship.
Mao Lilan obviously knew this, and she sighed: "I have nothing to do, so I'll take a look. What if I happen to see something that will be tested tomorrow?"
Suzuki Sonoko looked down at the book in her hand and rubbed her eyes again: "But don't you feel carsick reading in the car?"
Mao Lilan laughed. When she mentioned this, she suddenly became confident: "Don't worry, my semicircular canals are as strong as my muscles! I will definitely not get carsick."
The taxi driver glanced back through the rearview mirror and vaguely felt that his driving skills were despised. He stretched his body silently, his eyes sparkling, and quietly stepped on the accelerator.
Tick. Tick.
Rain gradually began to fall from the overcast sky. The taxi was speeding at the limit, speeding in the increasingly heavy rain.
Hearing the sound of raindrops hitting the car window, Mao Lilan raised her head from the history book and looked out the window.
The vehicle was passing a bridge. Looking at the huge bridge piers shrouded in fog in the distance, a figure suddenly flashed through Mao Lilan's mind - a tall man wearing a knitted hat and with a gloomy face.
The strange thing is that when this picture came into my mind, the background behind the other person was not the river or bridge in front of me, but a gloomy and narrow unfamiliar alley with dripping rain.
"What's going on?" Mao Lilan pressed her forehead and muttered to herself, "He is clearly a passerby who is very marginal in the case, but I always feel like I have seen him somewhere, but when I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything..."
What's even more bizarre is that the first few times I saw the man in the knitted hat, he exuded a tough and dangerous aura. Even though he was repeatedly questioned as a suspect, he didn't seem to be sad... But in my memory, there seemed to be some lingering sadness on the face of the man standing in the alley.
"What the hell am I thinking about... Could it be that I've been watching too many romance TV dramas lately and am hallucinating?"
Mao Lilan tapped her head, thinking in confusion. At this moment, a slender finger stretched out from the side, and the fingertip poked her forehead accurately.
Suzuki Sonoko had a smug expression on her face, as if to say, "I caught you!" She said, "You frowned so deeply, are you carsick? I told you - just be happy these days, why be the king of books? Put down this crappy book and chat with me."
Upon hearing this, Mao Lilan subconsciously glanced at the history book in her arms.
When she looked at it this way, the small words on the book really began to shake, and her head began to feel dizzy, and she did have symptoms of motion sickness.
"Oh." Mao Lilan sighed, "Well, it depends on fate how many points I can get in the test tomorrow."
…
By the time we drove all the way to Chinatown, it was already dark.
Several high school students got out of the taxi and walked along the street looking for the store that Mao Lilan had won in the lottery.
At the same time, in a restaurant.
Four middle-aged men were sitting around a festive round table painted red.
One of them, who looked like a big eater, had a sad face and didn't even start eating. He crossed his arms and sighed, "The film was about to start shooting, but the heroine had a broken bone in a car accident at this time... It's really worrying."
Next to him, the director pushed up his sunglasses and thought, "If it doesn't work, don't shoot it. To be honest, this drama seems to be cursed by something."
"Stop filming? You really think money is dirt!" The fat man said with a sigh, "Making a sequel to a movie that is so popular is like picking up money with a sack on your back - instead of actively solving the problem, you're just backing out?"
The assistant director scratched his curly hair and smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Kawabata, that's not what the director meant - the main reason is that the original heroine agreed to play the leading role, but then she was hit by a car and broke her bones... Now famous actresses think this role is unlucky and don't want to take it. Those who are willing to take it are all ugly. The director thinks that instead of making a crappy sequel, it is better to just give up and preserve the reputation of the original film."
The last young man at the round table, who was wearing round glasses and had a quiet look, nodded his head. "Yes, if we find another actor and that actor gets into trouble again, then this drama won't be filmed at all. Don't look at me like that. I'm the screenwriter of this sequel. If there's really no other way, do you think I would want my story to die in the womb?"
As he was talking, he suddenly smiled: "But to be honest, the poor girl who broke her bones in the car accident was a little different from the heroine I imagined. Although I sympathize with her, I was actually relieved that the filming of the movie was stopped."
"You guys." The fat producer cursed helplessly, "In fact, making a sequel is not as troublesome as you say? - Just find a flexible, young, cute and energetic girl, and the problem will be solved, right?"
The other three people at the table rolled their eyes in unison: It’s easy to say, why don’t you go find one?
Just when they were about to complain about the producer, they suddenly noticed that the lazy fat man suddenly sat up straight - the producer raised his head and stared straight at the entrance of the restaurant, his eyes burning as if he had seen a treasure.
The other three: “……?”
…
At the restaurant entrance.
Mao Lilan threw a punch that almost tore the air, and then accurately retracted the force. The steel-like pink fist stopped steadily in front of an eight-foot-tall burly security guard.
The security guard was sweating profusely and instinctively raised his hands: "Wait, I mean no harm!"
Mao Lilan snorted coldly: "Is this lottery ticket from your store?"
"……yes."
"Then why didn't you allow us to eat? Why did you keep dragging us out of the store, saying 'let's go out and solve the problem'?"
"Because..."
(End of this chapter)
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