With his keen sense of smell for 20 books, he feels that these two books can be popular, and they are not ordinary fires, and they may even change the development trend of online novels.

After thinking of this, he ate hastily, and then logged directly into his author account.

However, he didn't plan to use this account because the data on it was too ugly.

Under more than 10 million words, there are only more than 4,000 fans. For others, this must not be able to hold on any longer.

"Let's try the water first!"

Yang Fan knows that it is not so easy to get ahead in this industry. So it directly created a new number, and he had already thought of the name, which was called [Brother is extremely arrogant].

After the account was created, Yang Fan directly created these two novels, and sent three chapters each, after all, if you throw out dozens of chapters at once, this will seriously break the rules of this industry, and it is even more inconsistent with the trend of the development of things!

"Well, put a long line and catch a big fish!" Yang Fan said to himself, then looked at his other account, and said with emotion: "Alas, this thing of talent is really infuriating." But this time, I, Yang Zi, can I be a great god!"

But when I first read these two books, there were two authors, Chendong and I ate tomatoes. Yang Fan still felt a little sorry for the books he plagiarized from these two great gods.

After all, although he didn't know these two people, he could write such a masterpiece, compared to the other side of time and space, it was also the existence of a great god. Therefore, he directly revised the protagonists of the two books, replaced the tomb of the gods with Chendong, and I ate tomatoes, and he directly wrote them as tomatoes.

Although the name may be a little strange, it can make Yang Fan feel better.

It was already past 8 o'clock in the evening, and after Yang Fan once again confirmed that those guys in the dormitory would not come back, he simply locked the door and began to practice.

I haven't practiced for the past few days, and the warm currents in my body have slowly weakened. This made Yang Fan feel a little scratchy, and he simply didn't care about anything else.

He turned his hands to the sky, his footsteps were floating and moving, and he began to chant words in his mouth, "Tianyuanzhong, Fa Yunei." Materialized Spirit ......"

After taking such a strange pose, Yang Fan didn't even notice to himself that outside his entire body, there were some scattered points of light that began to rotate around him.

Time always flies very quickly, and when the first rays of sunlight begin to shine into the room early the next morning, Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, but a turbid breath suddenly appeared from his mouth and nose.

"It's so comfortable, I feel that my whole body is a lot lighter, and there is more warmth in my body. ”

After washing up, Yang Fan took his books, "Basic Theory and Film of TV Acting Major" and "Basic Theory of Television Art", and went out generously.

That's right, where is he a student of the vocal music department, he is clearly a freshman in the performance department.

When I wake up in the morning, the air is very fresh, but the best thing about this third-rate university is that there is a little.

Looking at the cherry blossom trees planted next to the road, the bulging flower bones are about to bloom, giving people a sense of shyness that they want to refuse.

When I came to Erjiao, there are not many students today. It seems that there are fewer students in one or two classes in the morning. This also allows Yang Fan to have a beautiful breakfast.

Grabbing the pancake fruit, Yang Fan stood outside the classroom. He is not one of those children who likes to eat in the classroom all day, but because he was found by the instructor to sweep the floor for a month, he has a long memory.

Picking up his mobile phone and flipping through the class schedule, Yang Fan's face twitched a little. He didn't understand, could it be that there was only one Professor Yan in the school?

Yesterday there was a lesson from the plague god, and today there is. What's even more terrifying is that the professor has a habit of leaving an assignment at the end of each class.

When it comes to the next class, he will spot check and ask questions.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan hurriedly sent a message to his brothers in the dormitory group, at least he had to know what homework he had left!

"The rivers and lakes are in emergency, the brothers are not here!"

After sending the news, Yang Fan was not even in the mood to eat the pancakes in his hand, if he was called by Lao Yan, he would inevitably be criticized in court, but if he was criticized, where would he put his old face?

Ding!

The mobile phone made a pleasant sound, and Yang Fan hurriedly turned on the phone.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" asked, the fourth, who hung an obscene selfie on it as an avatar.

"Fourth, do you know what homework Lao Yan assigned yesterday? Tell my brother quickly, I don't know anything. ”

The other side was stunned for a moment, and then it showed that it was typing.

Yang Fan watched it straight there, but when the fourth child sent the content, he was a little crazy.

"You know, as long as I look like this, I can be a protagonist no matter what I say in the future, who cares about that!"

"You talk to Lao Tzu!" Yang Fan was a little displeased, that kid always had no hair on his mouth when he spoke.

"Hey...... This, you know me, I haven't listened to much in class, yesterday in Lao Yan's class, I patronized Yang Fei'er who stared at our class, just ...... I didn't listen to what he said at the end. ”

Yang Fan slapped his mobile phone and couldn't help muttering, "I know how this kid can study hard." ”

But just as he was thinking about how to mix this matter up, Yuan Fei sent a message in the dormitory group.

"Yesterday, Lao Yan seemed to say, let's go down and write a script for each of us. ”

The boss also jumped out and replied in the dormitory group: "And there is also a request, saying that it must reflect the bourgeois family tragedy with strong feudal colors, and he will accept it tomorrow." ”

Yang Fan thought about it, isn't yesterday's tomorrow today?

Although I studied acting, my teacher usually asked them to create. But tragedy, Yang Fan is not good at it at all.

The dormitory group replied again, but it was the fourth child who was triumphant there.

"Haha! Third brother, you can't have not written, do you know, Old Man Yan's methods, even the brothers dare not touch his brows. ”

"It's the same as the truth, did you kid write it?" Yang Fan was a little irritable, so he couldn't help but sneer.

"Cut, although this kind of thing can't be copied from the Internet, but don't you know that the school has a group that specializes in making this kind of thing?"

Yang Fan knelt down directly, and replied quickly: "Brother, you are my brother, hurry up and get me a copy!"

The fourth child on the other side replied with a helpless expression, and then sent a message: "I thought the eldest and second child would get it for you, so I didn't care, why don't you ask the two of them?"

As soon as Yang Fan wanted to reply, who would have thought that the two who had been stabbed by a thousand knives began to disappear after beating two dittos.

"Damn, a bunch of bad friends!"

Seeing that class is about to start, according to the general routine, those guys don't go to class, because they hired someone to come over with their homework and go through the motions.

But Yang Fan can't, he's not like them. People came here with his parents' money, but he really loves acting.

At 7:50 in the morning, Lao Yan came to the classroom on time.

Yang Fan also found a place to sit down with an uneasy attitude.

For students like them, they still have to learn vocal music, lines, body and performance. Of course, it's the performance that counts.

However, Lao Yan teaches the basic theory of TV performance, so in his class, he attaches great importance to students' performance ability.

When Yang Fan first entered the school, in Lao Yan's first class, it was because he played a role that he had gained some fame in the whole class.

Putting the book aside, Yang Fan tried his best to pretend to be his usual appearance, but he kept chanting in his heart, "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law, don't call me, don't call me." ”

However, Lao Yan, who was standing on the podium, obviously wanted to fight him, only to see the old man clear his throat, and then said in his majestic voice: "Hello students! Yesterday I assigned you a homework, the form and content of the homework, I won't say more, now the class leader put the homework away, and we will start today's lesson." ”

After Lao Yan finished speaking, in the first row, a sweet-looking young lady with long hair in a shawl came out of her seat and began to collect her homework.

Yang Fan secretly screamed Damn, where did he have any homework, there was nothing on the entire table except for two professional books.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this Lao Yan didn't know what was crazy, why did he have to let them write scripts, didn't he know that as an actor, he would only be able to act in the future, where he needed to write what scripts.

Seeing this beautiful flower Yang Fei'er, who usually can see her eyeballs, is now slowly moving towards herself, but it makes Yang Fan feel a lot of pressure.

"I'm going to die now!"

As soon as Yang Fan said this in his heart, he saw the white slender hand covered by the light veil, and stretched out to him abruptly.

Yang Fan suddenly raised his head and saw Yang Fei'er looking at him with a smile on her face. However, from the other party's eyes, she actually saw some different colors.

But now is not the time to care about these things, the main thing is that I am now, and there is no tragic script at all.

Yang Fei'er stood beside Yang Fan, pretending, but her beautiful voice slowly came into Yang Feng's ears.

"What's the matter, Mr. Yang. Did you not bring your homework?"

Seeing the other party's teasing face, Yang Fan was suddenly a little embarrassed, his head hung down, and he looked at the other party's blue and white sneakers.

Then, he slowly turned his head up, followed the girl's slender legs, and slowly looked up.

Yang Fei'er obviously noticed this guy's movements, and a blush appeared on her pretty little face.

She was about to have a seizure, but she heard Professor Yan's voice coming over.

"Xiaofei, have you collected your homework, hurry up and bring it over, don't delay this class. ”

Yang Fei'er was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Yang Fan, slightly apologetic.

"Teacher Yan, Yang Fan didn't bring his homework. Yang Fei'er walked to Professor Yan's side and talked serious nonsense.

Yang Fan exhaled deeply, he didn't expect this young lady to be so good that she was willing to relieve him. But before he could be happy, he didn't expect a boy who looked a little handsome and wore Nike to squeeze out of the crowd.

He pointed his finger at Yang Fan, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Teacher Yan, I'm going to report it! This kid didn't come to class last time, so I seriously doubt that he didn't bring his homework or ...... It was not written at all. ”

Damn, Lao Tzu has eaten your rice, and how to drip. Why do you always find me something?

Looking at the somewhat pretentious Cheng Hu, Yang Fan knew that this guy was dissatisfied because Yang Fei'er helped him out of the siege.

As soon as his words came out, Teacher Yan was not happy. To be honest, the first impression is really very important, and Yang Fan's first impression in Lao Yan's heart is simply bad.

even made Lao Yan lose face among the teachers of the same department.

Lao Yan walked down from the podium and slowly walked to Yang Fan's side step by step, the huge aura made this group of half-hairy children feel like a mountain pressing on their bodies.

Relatively speaking, even if Yang Fan had already entered the cultivation, he still felt a bit of pressure.

"Yang Fan, let me ask you, did you not write your homework or did you not bring it?"

Lao Yan's words slowly spit out, word by word, like thunder, and shook down directly.