While listening to her speech, I felt as if I understood her a little.
She thought that if the person was worthy, that person would come forward to deal with the female third party.
Professor Lang looked thoughtful and continued, "But since both goddesses love Adonis deeply, isn't there bound to be a fight?"
Everyone turned their attention to Zhou Mian, but Zhou Mian didn't back down. "We can fight, but we can't frame others and claim credit for something. There are outstanding women who risk their lives for the male protagonist. From a male perspective, it's really exciting, but this is a script with a female protagonist. The stronger the enemy, the stronger the heroine appears. Devaluing the opponent is also devaluing the heroine."
Professor Lang nodded repeatedly: "How did you come up with this idea?"
When I recall the past during my sleep, my heart is stirred for a moment, but the sadness only lasts for that instant.
She spoke calmly, "When I was in high school, I acted in a play that had a character like this. I felt really bad for her then. She was clearly pursuing love honestly, but the author deliberately portrayed her as someone who would do anything for love. In fact, portraying her as a strong and powerful person could also achieve the goal of hindering the male and female protagonists."
Professor Lang pondered deeply.
As a man, he really hasn't thought about it from this perspective. He takes some things for granted. Of course, it's also because it's just a first draft. He may find this problem if he looks at it for a long time, but he is far less sensitive than the actors who are immersed in it.
The old man smiled amiably and said, "Let's not talk about your opinion first. You have such an ability to express yourself. Are you from the Faculty of Arts?"
Xiaomian nodded: "Yes, the Department of Journalism."
Professor Lang couldn't hide his admiration: "The Journalism Department, no wonder, they have a very sharp perspective on things and are very politically correct."
When everyone heard Professor Lang's praise, they finally felt relieved and couldn't help but admire him. Their surprised eyes fell on Zhu Mian.
Zhu Meng was neither arrogant nor conceited: "My opinion is very superficial and may not be correct. Thank you for listening to my point of view."
Professor Lang smiled and said, "I think it's great. How about this? Don't arrange it yet. I'll bring the revised manuscript over in a couple of days and you can arrange it later."
The people who performed in the play Venus quickly responded, "Good!"
"Then we are waiting for your new script."
Shi Wang looked at Zhu Meng thoughtfully.
Soon, it was almost time for rehearsal.
Everyone scattered and packed up their things to leave.
"Senior Zhou is amazing! No wonder she's in the top 5% of the journalism department and received a first-class scholarship."
"Originally, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, Professor Lang's writing style is beautiful, and the whole article is full of ups and downs, wonderful and beautiful. But with the mention of daytime sleep, it does seem that this change is better."
Zhu Mian didn't listen to what others said, but just lowered her head to pack her things. Shi Wang watched her packing and wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't think of what to say to her for a moment.
For some reason, I felt an urgent need to say a few more words to her, but I was suppressing myself with reason.
He had never felt this way before.
Daytime sleep went straight away without stopping.
Shi Wang's phone rang. He picked it up and heard his mother's careful voice: "You finally agreed to go to the apartment your dad bought you near the school. If there's anything else, remember to call Mom, okay?"
Shi Wang, however, looked at the slender figure of Zhu Mian and said in a distant tone, "Thank you. Don't worry about me. I'm just staying for a few days."
Zhuomian went straight home after leaving the drama club. When Shiwang walked into the community, Zhuomian was still opening the express locker to pick up a package.
As soon as she looked up, she saw Shi Wang's figure. Although it should have been shocking, she didn't react at all. She just went home along her usual route in the dark.
When she got home, she went into the kitchen, took out a handful of salt and smashed the door with it, then went back in.
Half an hour later, Zhu Jiang came over and asked curiously, "Mianmian, what are those grains on the floor by your door?"
Daytime sleep is concise and to the point: "Salt."
Zhu Jiang was puzzled: "Why is salt spilled all over the floor?"
Zhumian was packing clothes, folding the dried clothes one by one, and responded to her nonchalantly: "What reason could there be?"
She folded the last piece of clothing: "Get rid of the bad luck."
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