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Chapter 133 Sense of Crisis (Part [-])

Zhu Shengxiao read a long paragraph in one breath, suddenly felt a little thirsty, stopped, picked up the water glass and drank a couple of sips.

Wang Yu on the side glanced at the manuscript paper in her hand, and couldn't help saying, Hey, good guy, I've only read one-tenth of it!
The two girls listened intently, one thought, Ah Sheng's writing was really delicate, and the other suddenly felt that his own writing was not good enough.

Zhu Shengxiao moistened his throat and continued:
"Ping'er took a mirror for Wang Xifeng to take a picture, and seeing the beauty in the mirror with pear blossoms and rain, she has a special charm, and Wang Xifeng's mood really improved.

It's just that thinking about the reason for the quarrel today, Wang Xifeng's face was filled with resentment, "That's because you don't know who it is this time!" '

Ping'er had already listened to the corner outside the room, but he still pretended not to know, and asked curiously: "Who is it?" '

Wang Xifeng gritted her teeth and said, "It's that bitch from Bao Er's family!" '

Ping'er secretly sighed in his heart, brought the powder box over, helped the hostess put on makeup again, and said softly: "Master is good-looking and rich, those with shallow eyelids will naturally pounce on—"

Just when she was halfway through the conversation, Wang Xifeng interrupted her: "I forgot about the business when I quarreled, so... when the bastard just came back, he asked me for money, saying that his friend's father had gone, and he wanted to follow suit. You go to open my box and give him 20 taels. '

Ping'er: '...'

She really wanted to grab Grandma's shoulders, shake her to death, and wake her up loudly: You and Grandpa just had a quarrel!Just now!
According to her understanding of the master, this friend may be real, and the friend's father died, or it may be true, but whether he is a friend or not is not certain.

After all, with more friends, there will be more reasons to ask grandma for money!
She didn't refute, no master likes a maid who always fights against her.

Directly following the hostess' instructions, he opened the money box and took out 20 taels of snow-white silver.

Twelve taels of silver was heavy in his hand, Ping'er wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in his bosom, said goodbye to grandma, and went to find the master.

As soon as she went out, Ping'er went back to her side room first, because she was the most trusted maid of the hostess, she had her own separate room in this yard.

After entering the room, Ping'er carefully checked the doors and windows, took out two blue bricks from the bottom of the bed, took out a clay pot, took out an ingot of silver, and carefully put it in.

He put the pot back and covered it with blue bricks, and then he went out and called for someone to find the master.

It's not to call the host back, but to find out where the host is going.

She guessed that the male host was upset by the quarrel, and he should not be in the mood to ask for flowers. In all likelihood, he went to drink with friends.

According to her, grandma shouldn't give money to Second Master, as long as there is enough money, Second Master won't go home at all!
The second master always has so much time to get together with the Xiaojiabiyu inside and outside the house, it's nothing more than lack of a regular business.

It's better to give up thousands of taels of silver and donate an official to the second master in the sixth department.

It's best to go up to the sky to listen to the kind. If you have to go up to court every day, it's the most perfect.

Anyway, she gave the money ignorantly, and it was also for grandma's future, so that she would not lose both money and money! "

Zhu Shengxiao's voice stopped abruptly, and several students in the same group looked at her suspiciously: "Why don't you read it?"

Several people noticed that there were still several sheets of manuscript paper in her hand.

Zhu Shengxiao smiled embarrassingly: "I wrote too much, so I wrote so much without knowing it. If it's just a script, it's just right here."

Several people suddenly realized that they couldn't help secretly admiring Zhu Shengxiao.

For Wang Yu Qin Haoyang and others, it is extremely difficult to barely write on a piece of manuscript paper, but they can still write a lot without knowing it!

Now, only Song Huanxi was left, and she felt a little uneasy now, forgetting about the manuscripts of the three boys, Shen Mengru and Zhu Shengxiao both made her feel pressured.

Song Huanxi was full of confidence at first, but now he is a little worried and entangled.

She let out a long breath, her voice was not high, but she began to read in a cadence: "It's been a few days, and I'm still not used to the new place—"

Song Huanxi's writing was not long, and he finished reading it in a blink of an eye. It was different from the unanimous applause he received every time after reading it in the past. This time, several students did not open their mouths, and even Wang Yu's expression was quite strange.

Qin Haoyang opened his mouth hesitantly: "It seems... not as creative as Shen Mengru, nor as delicate as Zhu Shengxiao—"

Wang Yu didn't speak, but quietly gave Qin Haoyang a thumbs up.

Shen Mengru blinked, but did not speak.

Zhu Shengxiao waved his hands again and again: "Where is there, what is there, Ah Huan's writing is much more interesting!"

Song Huanxi was in a complicated mood, she felt that what Qin Haoran said was right, but she was unwilling to admit defeat.

After thinking for a while, she posed the first problem: "Ameng's adaptation is indeed very creative, but the most interesting part of her adaptation is the cat."

"So, who will play the cat?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally Shen Mengru said dumbfoundingly: "I quit, because I didn't think carefully!"

Patronizing for fun, didn't pay attention to this adaptation, whether it can be performed!

Thinking of one of the three female students crawling around on the knee of the emperor played by the male student——

Shen Mengru couldn't help but feel a chill.

Song Huanxi said again: "A Sheng's writing is indeed delicate, but the inner activities of the large section, shall we arrange a narration?"

Several people froze for a moment, imagining the scene of the performance. Ping Er, played by the actress, walked into the small courtyard all the way, while the narrator kept talking about Mrs. Wang——

This picture is really beautiful.

Guan Zhizhou nodded first: "I support Ah Huan."

The remaining few people also agreed, so everyone reached a consensus again, and the final version was still Song Huanxi's manuscript.

Logically speaking, Song Huanxi should be happy, but she couldn't. This time, she was the one who caught the major flaws in Zhu Shengxiao and Shen Mengru's two scripts.

What about next time? !
She won't be so lucky every time!

Song Huanxi felt a strong sense of crisis.

……

Seeing that most of the students had finished their discussions, Qin Dao tapped on the blackboard and announced that he would go directly to the next step: the rehearsal stage.

Song Huanxi's group gathered again, and her manuscript was placed in the middle of the table. Wang Yu stared at the draft for a while, and suddenly said:
"Ah Huan, in your manuscript, there are only three people appearing in total!"

"And there are six of us, so that means three of us won't be able to take the stage?"

Song Huanxi was about to explain, when Wang Yu suddenly patted his chest and shouted: "You play, I will cheer for you and beat the drums to celebrate!"

Judging by his excited face, he really doesn't want to act in this kind of literary romance film at all.

Qin Haoyang immediately shouted: "There is me!"

"We beat the double drum!"

(End of this chapter)