When I went back to school, I took a vacation with Mr. Zhao. "Hey, are you back?" Looking Peng Hui up and down, Teacher Zhao said with a smile: "It's dark, and I've lost weight, but I'm more energetic." ”

"Hey, hey. Peng Hui was a little embarrassed.

"But how did I hear that you are in love?" Mr. Zhao teased playfully.

"Couples ...... during the publicity period" Peng Hui said helplessly: "You also know that online dramas, there must always be something to promote." ”

"Hehe, I thought you were really in love with that girl. Teacher Zhao smiled and quipped, "Okay, don't forget to go to class in the evening." ”

"Teacher......" Peng Hui blinked his eyes and asked curiously, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What words?" Mr. Zhao asked strangely, "What do you want to hear?"

"Uh- nothing. Shaking his head, Peng Hui hurriedly shook his head.

", by the way, go talk to Mr. Li, don't let him worry. ”

"Okay!" Peng Hui responded.

I went to see Teacher Li again, and after laughing and scolding, Peng Hui went back to eat.

After dinner, I went to the classroom.

Because there is only one Peng Hui in the 13th grade puppet performance class, the place where the class is held can only be placed in the classrooms of other classes.

Looking at the mixed class outside, Peng Hui snickered.

My current professional knowledge level may not be as good as these teachers, but when it comes to shooting experience......

Peng Hui can say without shame: "Everyone here is spicy chicken!"

Hey.

It's funny to think about.

"Boom!" Mr. Zhao patted him on the head angrily.

"Ouch......" Peng Hui hugged his head and cried out in pain.

"What's it called? Let you not listen carefully in class!" Teacher Zhao said angrily.

Peng Hui wanted to cry without tears.

The whole class is on its own, and it is deserving to be punished if you don't listen.

After a class, it was a long time.

After all, Peng Hui has not been in class for more than two months.

With a little time left before the summer vacation, Peng Hui needed to start making a lot of course choices.

On the one hand, it is to fill in the credits, and on the other hand, it is also to prepare for the final exam.

However, for Peng Hui, who has already experienced it once in his dream, these are not difficult.

Although he has not been exposed to the lessons behind the puppet show, he has touched the class.

can become "Peng 10 billion", and he is naturally not too unfamiliar with this small drama.

So although there was only one month, Peng Hui quickly completed the credits for the first semester of his sophomore year, and also completed all the sophomore courses.

This is the benefit of having the inheritance of "Master".

As long as Zhao Feng is here, Peng Hui doesn't have to worry about failing the course.

What the?

Credits?

With Peng Hui and Zhao Feng's friendship, this thing is really not too important.

Don't look at Peng Hui took two months to film, but the credits did not fall at all.

After Zhao Feng finished teaching all the courses, he still had a feeling of unfinished.

After all, Peng Hui learns things too quickly.

Maybe Peng Hui has a little talent for puppet performance?

Zhao Feng was looking forward to it.

Coming out of the examination room, Peng Hui and Sun Shuai, a new classmate he met during this period, walked out of the examination room with a smile.

"How did you do in the exam?" asked Sun Shuai with a smile.

"It's okay, it's not difficult. Peng Hui said with a smile.

Although he is from the puppet performance department, because he is the only one in the entire department, although he is taking the exam with others, the content of the paper is different.

It is worth mentioning that with the experience in a dream, Sun Shuai, who lacked a name, quickly became friends with Peng Hui.

There are two aspects to the puppet show exam, one of which is the essay exam.

As with any other subject, questions are answered.

Rolls are hard.

But for Peng Hui, it's not a problem.

It's basically something to memorize.

The other aspect is hands-on ability.

However, before the third year, the puppet show performance classes were basically from the school's fixed teaching aids.

In this regard, if it weren't for Peng Hui's good acting skills, maybe he would really overturn in the gutter.

Fortunately, it has now passed smoothly.

"By the way, where are you going to go this summer?" asked Sun Shuai curiously.

"Didn't think about it, what about you?" Peng Hui was indeed a little confused about the future, and subconsciously replied.

Now that "Soul Ferry" has not been launched, he is not the kind of big-name star himself, after acting, he became a passerby, and naturally he has no itinerary.

"I'm going to go to the crew for an internship, are you going?" asked Sun Shuai.

Sun Shuai himself is in the directing department, so he went to the crew for an internship, basically as a small worker.

"I? I...... I'm going to go home and have a look. Peng Hui was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that his words were very familiar.

It seems that this is what the dream self answered.

"Okay, contact when the time comes. Sun Shuai didn't care, and left with a smile.

Looking at Sun Shuai's back, Peng Hui fell into deep thought.

This parting is the life of a dream.

When he became famous, he once went to find Sun Shuai, but no one in the circle knew this name at all.

Later, by chance, he heard the crew mention something.

Later, Peng Hui found Sun Shuai's parents.

At that time, all I saw was a tablet.

Sun Shuai died.

Died by suicide.

Peng Hui doesn't know much about the specific situation, he only knows that when Sun Shuai was in charge of drama in a certain crew, he seemed to have offended someone, and then ......

was killed by suicide.

Peng Hui didn't ask anything, but just left a sum of money for Sun Shuai's parents to ensure that the second elder had no worries about food and clothing.

opened his mouth, but Peng Hui couldn't say anything.

Do you want to tell Sun Shuai that I had a dream, and in the dream you were killed by someone?

If it's a person, you won't believe it, okay?

Sighing, Peng Hui picked up his mobile phone and had a faint decision in his heart.

With a roar, Peng Hui finally got off the train.

The weather in the Northeast is still so cold.

Don't look at it now, it's July, but it's still very cool in the morning and evening in the northeast.

Breathing in the fresh air, the stuffiness of the night in the train last night has also dissipated a lot.

Dragging his luggage, Peng Hui got on the line car.

There was a bump, and at this time, Dongning had not yet built a good road, so it was inevitable that there would be some bumps.

But soon, after this year's change, Dongning Political Axe will begin to raise funds to build roads.

And Dongning also began to take off economically from this time.

Back home, Peng Hui felt a little emotional.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around me, distant memories came back to my heart.

The phone rings.

After chatting with Peng Jie for a while, Peng Hui put down his salute, stretched his waist, and boiled a pot of water for himself.

While waiting for the water to cool, I was thinking about something.

After thinking about it for a while, Peng Hui drank the water, went to solve the personal hygiene problem, and turned around to rest.

After a day and a night of transportation, I was so tired.

Early the next morning, Peng Jie came.