If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 511 Funny Characters
The glass door of the shop was pushed open, and white steam rushed out from the crack of the glass door and was pushed back by the damp and cold air outside. A little rain came in and wet the floor inside, but more Or the thick rain boots that stepped on the tiles.

A man wearing a raincoat and holding a black umbrella came in from the door. When he closed the glass door, he also shut out the world of heavy rain behind him. His black eyes were only sitting on a brass hot pot set under the warm white light in the room. Another man with his back turned to him.

The temperature inside the house is higher than outside, full of the smell of mixed meat and vegetables, the usage of the brass hot pot is to boil the meat, and the man in the white robe at the table is also concentrating on this matter, without any doubts. Don't care about the dangerous visitor with the smell of rain who stepped into the room from behind, the long chopsticks of the hot pot in his hand are constantly rising and falling, and the desire and satisfaction for delicious food are constantly overflowing in the fragrance and white mist.

The man in black with an umbrella who came uninvited slowly put away the umbrella, and approached the man in front of the brass hot pot step by step. In this city, it is difficult for him to take his attention away from the hot pot. Yes, even if he is a killer who is fully prepared to come at him.

"I like to eat hot pot very much. The reason is that its smell is very spicy, which can cover a lot of shameful things on my body. Every time I finish my work, I will eat hot pot, so that even if the blood on my body is not wiped off, I can be honest Walking on the street, when I meet a police officer, they will just smile and ask me if today’s hot pot is new, the duck blood is sticking to my body.” The man in front of the brass hot pot stopped slightly after feeling the approach of the person behind him The movement of lowering the chopsticks spoke.

In the house, another man did not speak. He stood behind the man who was speaking, four meters away from the man and three meters away from the door. This distance gave her a chance to attack or escape, but if he shortened it further With this distance, there is only one way for him to walk today anyway.

"The person who sent you here should have concealed my identity from you. If you knew who I am, you might not have accepted this order." The man in front of the brass hot pot said.

"I know who you are. Mr. Zhao." The man four meters away spoke the first words after he came, and at the same time continued to shorten the distance between the two, three meters away from the man, four meters away from the gate, The difference is only one meter, but in terms of space, it seems that he is determined to come here, and if he succeeds, he will be benevolent.

"Knowing who I am, you're so decisive? Is it because I've been looking for the place under my butt for a long time?" Mr. Zhao put down the hot pot chopsticks and turned to look at the man. Under the warm white incandescent light, his face looked very young, unexpectedly Young, no more than 18 years old anyway, his eyes are full of vigor and calmness, and he has no fear or fear of a bereaved star coming to his door.

"Miss Liu said that either you won't survive tonight, or the Shilan mansion won't open until tomorrow morning." The man put his hands on his sides and said calmly, "What does Miss Liu want?"

"Burned."

"Burned?"

"Those medicines are harmful, so naturally we can't keep them." Mr. Zhao put down his chopsticks.

"Mr. Zhao naturally knows the consequences?"

"It's just medicine from a warehouse, but it's just a one-night friendship. Why did it become so desperate now, so women are troublesome things." Mr. Zhao shook his head, "But Ms. Liu doesn't really think that sending someone here can solve the problem. Me?"

"I'm not the only one who came tonight." The man said softly, "Mr. Miao and Yan also came out of the mountain for you."

A white light before the roar of thunder flashed outside the glass door, illuminating the two huge figures standing outside under the eaves of the heavy rain, standing side by side silently and solemnly like two walls, silently looking inside through the glass door The two of them seemed to be carrying some shady weapon with their waists bulging.

"The hyenas raised by the guild hall are all outside, waiting to come in and snatch the corpses for Miss Liu's credit." The man said.

"Miss Liu is generous." Mr. Zhao nodded, and after being quiet for a few seconds, he shook his head again, "I just helped Miss Chen with some insignificant things, so she has to kill them all? I thought I had a good relationship with her, but in the end it was still the same. field transaction."

"When you transferred the 'medicine' from the warehouse of the mansion, some things cannot be turned back. Do you still remember the oath you swore in front of Miss Liu, that you will be born as a member of Shilan Mansion and die as a ghost of Shilan Mansion After crossing the line and dying, you won't be able to be buried underground in the mansion." The man said softly, "Actually, from the day you came out of Ms. Chen's stockade, this scene is destined to happen today."

"I understand." Mr. Zhao wiped his mouth, but then picked up the chopsticks on the table, "Before we get down to business, do you want to have a hot pot together?"

"Mr. Zhao, is he still in the mood to eat hot pot knowing that his death is imminent?" The man asked with deep eyes, looking at this man who even he couldn't figure it out.

Mr. Zhao didn't answer him, just snapped his fingers lightly, and a figure with his head bowed walked out from the depths of the room. He was neither fat nor tall nor short nor thin. A young servant dressed in gray robes lowered his eyebrows and put a stack of fresh mutton rolls and bowls and chopsticks on the table, and stood quietly beside Mr. Zhao, holding the iron plate and bowing his head without saying a word.

"I said that I like eating hot pot very much, because the smell of hot pot is very spicy, and it can always overwhelm the other smells on my body after finishing business." Mr. Zhao looked at the man who was already tensed up to his waist, and said Then he waved his hand casually, but nothing happened. The boy beside him stood with his head down, and the corner of his mouth was as flat as a ruler. You can imagine that there was a rigorous Sima face on that featureless face.

The man looked at Mr. Zhao and the boy next to him and said nothing. Mr. Zhao just raised his hand and waved it again, but nothing happened. It seems that he actually prepared three hundred knives and axes carefully tonight. hand, but after throwing the cup for the number, no one jumped out to catch him. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward until Mr. Zhao couldn't help coughing softly. Wow twice, then turned around and walked into the dark room with a small jump.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao is already ready to do something." The man ignored the episode of the servant, looked at Mr. Zhao and said coldly.

"After all, I know Ms. Liu very well. Both Ms. Chen and Ms. Liu are women, and women are always jealous. I know that I have done it myself." Mr. Zhao also gradually re-entered the state, but he said Halfway through, there was a loud bang in the room behind him. He swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly and turned his head to look back in doubt. He looked over with his probe.

The two probed their heads and saw the cold-faced boy in the gray robe not far away, falling to the ground in a flat sand falling geese style, holding an iron plate high in his hand, his buttocks raised high on the ground, the fall was unsightly, but he still held back He cried out because of the pain, probably because he didn't want to destroy the cold and mysterious atmosphere in the room.

"Mr. Zhao, your subordinates seem to have been trained improperly. How dare you try to fight with Ms. Liu." The man tried to say some scene words to maintain the atmosphere that was beginning to collapse, but looking at the originally fluent lines of that extraordinarily sexy and upturned butt There is also a feeling of being stuck in the mouth.

"Actually, if possible, I really don't want to admit that he is my subordinate. Forget it, Lu Mingfei, just call out if it hurts." Mr. Zhao couldn't help but whispered after seeing the twitching face of the gray-robed boy. , "It's all shot in"

". Did it go in?" The boy on the ground did not dare to turn his head, and confirmed it in a low voice.

"It's all in, the way you fell and your buttocks are up now." Mr. Zhao nodded and sighed.

He turned his head and looked at the direction he was facing. The brother in the camera department in the corner of the room was holding a camera and his face was hurting, and a group of onlookers in Shilan Middle School uniforms. Everyone looked at him with an expression of wanting to laugh and trying to endure The big buttocks on the camera screen (Lu Mingfei's butts are really upturned).

"Cut"

The head of the photography department, who is also the director of photography, yelled helplessly. It was at this moment that laughter suddenly broke out in the originally depressing room, and all the surrounding students were filled with wonderful smiles on their faces.

Graduation microfilm from the Literature Society, "Who Killed Mr. Zhao", Act [-], Scene [-], Cut.

"It's awesome, it's really awesome." Outside the glass window, "Mr. Miao" and "Mr. Yan" who pushed the door in, gave "Mr. Zhao" at the table a thumbs up as soon as they entered, "Mr. , the acting skills of classmate Ye from the film department are also perfect. But I think the most amazing thing is that our classmate Lu's ass fell so naturally, there is no trace of acting at all, and the drama with an O'Henry-style ending sense."

"Your sister O'Henry style, I really fell." Lu Mingfei got up from the ground, patted the dust on the boy's gray robe, grinned and rubbed his buttocks, feeling sadly that his pelvis was cracked.

"You can fall on flat ground? If you want to act in a comedy show next time, I will definitely find you, Lu Mingfei." Xu Miaomiao looked at Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in a gray robe, and said indignantly, "You know we How hard is it to play? Your buttocks just fell off, the atmosphere you have finally accumulated!"

"You think I want to fall?" Lu Mingfei looked depressed and turned to look for the banana peel that didn't exist.

This is the shooting site of the graduation microfilm of the Literary Club of Shilan High School, "Who Killed Mr. Zhao" tells the story of a gold medal killer (played by Zhao Menghua) in the Republic of China who retired from the world and met a beautiful woman surnamed Liu in the concession (Liu Miaomiao), and fell in love with her, and then discovered that women are not good families, who secretly control most of the opium and soil of the Republic of China.

At the same time, in an accident, the kind-hearted Miss Chen, who only wanted to save the people of the country, also ran into the sight of the gold medal killer. Belonging to the gold medal killer, a drama integrating spy warfare, saving the country, and sadomasochism is gradually staged.
This is really an interesting script, conceived in the hands of Chen Wenwen, the head of the literature department. In it, Zhao Menghua is the gold medal killer, Chen Wenwen is the eldest lady of the Chen family, and the twins Xu Miaomiao and Xu Yanyan are the frightening "Mr. Miao" and "Mr. Miao" in the killer world. Mr Rock".

Many members of the literary club have their own roles, either warlords or store owners. In addition, the literary club also relies on its own energy to invite a lot of foreign aid to film this film, which will be broadcast in the graduation season. A microfilm for the whole school to watch.

For example, the one playing against Zhao Menghua is the killer, the ace foreign player in the film department who has passed the Chinese opera school exam, and the director and photographer has won several gold awards in the city and has countless outstanding works. , even Liu Miaomiao is actually one of the foreign aids. After all, she is not yet a member of the literature club. The villain role of Ms. Liu was originally reserved for Su Xiaoqiang, but it is a pity that Su Xiaoqiang is not interested in micro-films. Although she did not act as an actress, she kindly sponsored professional shooting equipment (the head of the photography department actually came here for this purpose). After the micro-movie ended, her name had to be hung in a conspicuous place as a sponsor.

However, even the scene where so many bosses gather can't save a gray-robed boy who suddenly fell a buttock. The deadline has been extended indefinitely.

The gray-robed boy under the gold medal killer Mr. Zhao was originally Lu Mingfei's role. In the plot, he has no background identity worth investigating. , a tool man with light and calm characteristics, but now it seems that Mr. Zhao and the killer have become tool men to accentuate his funny color.
Lu Mingfei, who messed up the shooting of the last scene, began to apologize to the hard-working actors on the set. When he bowed down to apologize in front of the foreign aid student who played the cold-faced killer in this graduation microfilm from the Department of Literature, the other party could only shake his face helplessly. Shaking his head and saying it's okay, he turned his eyes away from this unlucky guy, and walked to a short distance to take a camera to see his previous performance, leaving only Lu Mingfei standing there awkwardly and at a loss.

"In short, everyone has worked hard." Mr. Zhao clapped his hands and shouted to everyone in the room. Everyone applauded and cheered twice and began to re-pack the scene to restore the previous scene.

"The front looks very good. Considering the post-editing, it can be used directly after a little processing, but the broken part in the back has to be cut out and restarted." The head of the camera department who watched the previous shooting clips in front of the camera was aside. The president of the literary club. It was "Miss Liu" who explained carefully.

"Is that so? It's really troublesome. May I ask where do we have to start to reshoot?" Chen Wenwen asked carefully while looking at the picture on the camera.

"It started from here. After the boy came out, the whole thing started to collapse." The director of the photography department glanced at the man surnamed Lu who was helped by "Mr. Zhao" Zhao Menghua to rub his butt not far away, and sighed.

"Do you mean that Lu Mingfei is not suitable for this role? We made a mistake in selecting the candidate?" Chen Wenwen hesitated for a moment, looked at Lu Mingfei and then at the director of photography with some hesitation, "This role needs to be changed to someone else Is the right person to play it?"

"It's okay not to choose a role. After all, I choose the person. I have never missed a person in the vertical and horizontal photography department for so many years. Look at this student Lu, who is neither tall nor short, fat, or thin. The key is that he has no characteristics. , after wearing the servant uniform, he looks like a real servant. He is the most authentic actor in this scene. But I don’t know why. The original shooting was good, but as soon as he appeared in the camera, I felt a little bit It's broken, and the more you shoot it, the more it's broken." The director of the photography department looked at the shooting clips and played them back and forth with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Is there any way to do this?" Chen Wenwen was also a little at a loss, "He is also a member of our literature club, and the micro-movie will definitely include him. We will submit it to the school when we are about to graduate, and everyone is guaranteed I can take pictures."

"I'll think about it again." Seeing the girl's headache, the director of the photography department softened his heart. After all, before this, he patted his chest and said that he would help the literature club to solve this matter, "Or change roles? Admittedly, there are always some people in this world who are naturally narrow in acting, this classmate Lu in your agency is an example, I felt a sense of disobedience when I saw his face in the camera.”

"Sense of disobedience?" Chen Wenwen looked at Lu Mingfei wonderingly, and then looked at the camera, not quite understanding what he meant.

"It's that kind. In such a compelling scene with killers, negotiations, and mysterious elements, it is impossible for Lu Mingfei to appear as a bad student. I mean the feeling of a funny character!" Director of the Photography Department said with a wry smile.

　ps: It will cut into the plot from an interesting angle
　　
　
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