"Dad, do you think my head will get bigger if I put all that knowledge into my head?"
On the way to Meng Mu's small house, Pengpeng suddenly asked.
Zhang Zhong glanced at his daughter. After going out just now, the girl kept her head down, looking worried. He didn't expect that she was thinking about this.
"No, you see, your teacher also has a lot of knowledge in his head. Hasn't his head gotten bigger?"
"But our teacher's head is bigger than mine."
"That's because the teacher is older than you, so his body has grown bigger."
"Then what if my head gets bigger but my body doesn't get bigger? It's so ugly."
"No way..."
Pengpeng didn't get the answer he wanted, so he asked Zhang Zhong again, "Dad, will I become Snow White when I grow up?"
"Well, you will definitely. When you grow up, you will definitely become the most beautiful Snow White."
"whee."
After sending Pengpeng to Meng Mu's small house, Zhang Zhong went to Green Field Bookstore and signed the contract with Tong Can.
After he was done, he went back to the community and spent some time finalizing the contract for the house next door.
The full payment was 3.25 million. Zhang Zhong swiped his card directly without wasting any time. According to the agreement signed in the contract, the house can be purchased within ninety days.
The sales staff who received him felt like they were in a dream the whole time because the house sold so quickly.
After Zhang Zhong left, the young staff member looked at his back. After being in a daze for a while, he couldn't help but sigh. People are indeed different.
After Zhang Zhong took the time to buy a house, he returned to Meng Mu's small house.
He only spent an hour before and after this, and Pengpeng's class was only halfway through.
Then he sat in a corner and searched online for a company that specializes in customizing amusement facilities. He also found several decoration companies, and planned to put the house decoration work on the schedule in a while.
…
It wasn't until Tuesday morning that the decoration matter was finalized. Zhang Zhong asked the sales department for the key, and asked the decoration company to go in and measure the data, and then came up with a plan for him.
In the afternoon, he took a taxi to Nanhuai Film Academy.
This time, all the students in the screenwriting class knew the origin of Zhang Zhong, so the students who came to class returned to the previous situation.
There were more than a dozen people sitting sparsely in the whole classroom. Almost everyone was holding a mobile phone, watching videos, listening to music, and some were playing games.
Yang Huaiyong came earlier than usual today, and unlike last time he looked slovenly. This time he was neatly dressed and his hair was combed meticulously. He looked completely different from last time.
However, when he arrived at the classroom and saw the scene inside, Yang Huaiyong was suddenly discouraged, and his originally straight body also bent down.
"Attend class."
This "class" was said weakly, more like talking to oneself.
He turned around and wrote a line on the blackboard, exactly the same as what he wrote last time.
[Theory and Techniques of Screenwriting: Composition of Plays]
"There are six elements in the composition of a play, namely era, subject matter, characters, language, and structure. Today we will first talk about the 'simultaneity' of the era and..."
Zhang Zhong, who was sitting in the audience, looked confused when he heard this.
Am I watching a replay?
Although the teacher Yang on the stage has changed his clothes, is the content he said different from last time?
Zhang Zhong listened for a while and confirmed that these contents were all taught in the previous class. He couldn't help raising his hand and asked, "Teacher Yang, these contents were taught in the last class."
Wow——
After saying this, Zhang Zhong felt a dozen eyes focused on him instantly.
The students who were listening to music, watching videos, and playing games all turned to look at him, their eyes changing from surprise to confusion, probably because they saw clearly that it was Zhang Zhong, the auditor, who said this.
Yang Huaiyong also looked at Zhang Zhong in surprise. He had been teaching this class for so long and always taught the same content, but only today did a student raise a question.
The teacher who taught the screenwriting class felt a little sad.
As a second-rate art school, Nanhuai Film Academy established a screenwriting class in the literature department last year in order to keep up with the trend.
At that time, a screenwriting class was set up. When Yang Huaiyong took over the teaching, he came with full ambitions. However, after a period of time, he realized the reality. No one cared about the screenwriting profession at all.
These students who are admitted to the screenwriting class do not really want to be screenwriters. They just want to sneak into the film school through the screenwriting class because the scores in the screenwriting class are low and the requirements are loose.
Some people think about changing majors in their second year, while others simply want to get a diploma.
Yang Huaiyong also managed him at the beginning. He would deduct points for being late for class, absent from class, and not completing homework. But at most he could control their people, but he couldn't control their hearts. They couldn't listen to what he said.
Go in.
He looked at Zhang Zhong, sighed slightly and said, "You said I taught these contents in the last class, so do you still remember what I said?"
Yang Huaiyong asked this question, but he didn't hold out much hope. He felt that this student might just be having fun with his teacher.
Zhang Zhong frowned and glanced at Yang Huaiyong, then said, "What you should say next is what kind of social relations will arise from what kind of historical background and social characteristics. Social relations include..."
After briefly describing the content of the lesson, Zhang Zhong said again, "Is this what you want to say?"
Yang Huaiyong was a little stunned when he heard this. When did their screenwriting class have such a student? Speaking of which... he looked a little unfamiliar with this student. However, the students in the screenwriting class did not go to class for three days, and he looked at many students.
born.
He took a deep breath and nodded to Zhang Dian, "Well, I understand, let's talk about the content of the second lesson now, the second lesson..."
Halfway through, Yang Huaiyong paused because he found that he had not taught the content of the second lecture for a long time. For such a long time, he had been repeating the content of the first lecture.
After thinking carefully for a while, he remembered the content of the second lecture.
After clearing his throat, Yang Huaiyong's lecture voice suddenly became louder, "In the second section, we will discuss the subject matter."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, erased the title he had written before, and wrote a new one.
[The subject matter should be suitable for film and television creation]
New title, new content, Zhang Zhong got what he wanted.
Yang Huaiyong was very knowledgeable, so Zhang Zhong took out his notebook and wrote down the key points he said one by one.
At the end of the first half of class, during the break, Zhang Zhong was sitting in his seat sorting out his notes, and the student next to him came over.
"Brother, where are you from?"
Zhang Zhong glanced at this student, and it seemed that he was the one who came to chat with him last time.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Zhang replied.
Seeing Zhang Zhong's indifferent attitude, the student smacked his lips and said, "It's nothing."
After saying that, he turned around, took out his mobile phone and started playing a game.