Facing Yan Lao's questioning, Yang Fan took a deep breath and said tremblingly: "That...... Professor Yan, I, I really didn't bring it!"

He can only say this, if he directly says that he didn't write, then there is really no room for maneuver at all.

"Really, then you can get it for me right away, and I'll give you ten minutes." Lao Yan said with some disdain, he has been teaching in this school for more than ten years, and he has also taught in other schools before.

What kind of students and what kind of words they say, he can see at a glance.

"I ......"

The cold sweat on Yang Fan's face is about to flow down, it is difficult to ride a tiger now, where can he go to find homework?

was thinking about it in his heart, but Cheng Hu on the side said unrelentingly: "Who doesn't know you, Yang Fan! ”

Several of his followers behind him saw that their boss had spoken, and they all rushed to start verbally attacking Yang Fan.

"That is, what level you are, don't you know in your own heart?"

"Our boss is right. ”

Professor Yan turned his head and looked at the people fiercely. Scared a few dogs out of the woods.

"Go find your homework, but if you can't find it, don't think about this class of mine this year. Lao Yan didn't give Yang Fan face at all, and said coldly.

Yang Fan staggered to the door of the classroom, still thinking about how to remedy it. only to find that Cheng Hu and his group of dogs were looking at him indifferently. The group of people obviously wanted to see themselves laugh.

"Hmm? That's right. How did I forget it?" Yang Fan patted his head as if grasping a life-saving straw, and then closed his eyes directly at the door, and when he opened it again, he returned to his familiar place.

It was still a starry sky, accompanied by chaotic qi, intertwined in the sky. But Yang Fan was not in the mood to enjoy such a scenery, so he ignored the little bee's words next to him and came directly to the lottery room.

Seeing the two boxes on it, Yang Fan swallowed his saliva fiercely, but he still put his hand up without hesitation, but he was silently thinking in his heart, "God, God, I've just come to run, don't play with me!"

Tremblingly, he moved his hand over and secretly glanced upward, but saw a small ball of light floating on it, and he didn't know what it was.

"It's over, it's really over!"

Yang Fan didn't have any hope anymore, even if that ball of light could greatly increase his strength or something, it couldn't compare to Old Man Yan's lesson to him.

So, some people are really weird. Obviously, he has achieved great success, but he still always narrows his horizons to his own circle, and it is obvious that Yang Fan is in this state now.

Dejectedly, he stretched out his hand, he didn't have any hope, but he didn't expect that when his fingers just touched the ball of light. But it suddenly burst into a blazing light.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the super classic drama script "Thunderstorm", this script is from another parallel time and space, and the author is Cao Yu, a master of realism. ”

"What, thunderstorm?"

Yang Fan clearly captures this word, and it is also a realistic theme. You must know that the family tragedy of the bourgeoisie with the color of feudalism also belongs to this theme.

As the ball of light gradually burned in his body, the content of the entire script had gradually integrated into Yang Fan's mind. In just one or two minutes, Yang Fan has already eaten the entire script, not only that, but has even reached the point of reciting it backwards.

"Hmph, old man Yan, you wait, the master will let you know how good I am today!"

Yang Fan sneered, and after coming back to his senses, he didn't go back to the dormitory, and the whole person turned around and returned to the classroom.

The dozens of people in the classroom saw that Yang Fan was back now, and as soon as he changed the decline just now, he was now completely full of spring breeze, and he was puzzled in his heart.

This guy hasn't been out for a few minutes, right? At this rate, he shouldn't have even gone back to the dormitory.

Cheng Hu was happy, he looked at Yang Fan arrogantly.

"I'll just say, this kid is an embroidered pillow, how could he write such a complicated script. ”

The squad leader, Yang Fei'er, also looked at Yang Fan with a complicated face at this time. In the past, he also thought that Yang Fan was the kind of bastard in the class, so he didn't want to deal with this kind of person at all.

But just last night, my best friend sent her a video, and she also atatted her, asking if she was a student in their class.

Originally, Yang Fei'er was a little dismissive. But after watching the video and listening to the song 1 million possibilities, the girl's glass heart was shocked all of a sudden.

"Why, did you get your homework back so quickly?, or did you kid not write at all?" Professor Yan said through gritted teeth, but he continued to suppress his anger.

However, Yang Fan obviously turned a blind eye to Professor Yan's expression, and said in a fluttering tone: "Professor Yan, I don't think I need to go back to get the kind of script you said, can I dictate it?"

Dictate?

What a joke!

You must know that although the scripts are all acted, while writing, the author must think carefully according to the time, place and characters, even if it is a word of modification, it must be carefully considered.

Even he was old and strict, and he didn't dare to say that he dared to dictate. Because if there are fewer words or more words added in the process of narration, it will be very destructive to the whole work.

"You...... I don't know what to call a guy. Lao Yan said angrily, this kid is so rampant that he now dares to speak wildly in his class.

Yang Fan saw that Professor Yan's face was flushed with anger, and he was still a little relieved, but he also felt a little embarrassed at once.

After all, although Professor Yan is usually strict, he is also the one with the highest teaching level and the most responsible in terms of professional courses.

Yang Fan put away his smile and walked to the podium. His eyes swept over the students below, especially Cheng Hu's guys.

Don't you want to see my brother's jokes? Now look at how my brother scared off the big teeth of you guys!

He didn't hesitate to pick up the chalk, turned around, and wrote two big words on the blackboard, Thunderstorm!

"Professor Yan, the content of the script I wrote has already been memorized in my mind, so I don't have to go back and take it again, wasting everyone's time. ”

"Cut, pretending to be the same as the real thing, you don't think that just write two words on it, we think you really wrote a script!" Cheng Hu scoffed, and the students below also had some opinions in their hearts.

That's it, this is obviously an empty glove white wolf. If everyone does what you do, who will write a script?

However, Professor Yan did not speak, but turned his deep gaze towards Yang Fan, intending to see how this kid performed next.

"Shut up, classmates. Yang Fan said eloquently, and then pointed to the big characters written on his blackboard and said: "Teacher Yan asked us to write a tragedy, and it must be carried out around the feudal capitalist family, so I went back and conceived for a long time, and finally went through a lot of hardships, went through thousands of hardships, carefully considered, and wrote this script with great effort." ”

This guy is very slippery, he doesn't say a word, and he speaks fluently.

"You don't have to procrastinate here, who knows if you're done with this lesson and want to go back and write. "Another guy began to dismantle the stage, Yang Fan didn't need to look at it to know that it was the suitor of the flower again.

I thought in my heart, it was really a red face. However, the legs of the little girl were indeed white and long, and he was a little intoxicated.

In response to the criticism of some of my classmates, I'm starting to read it now, but I will say that my script is very long, involving at least eight characters, divided into four acts. ”

When Professor Yan heard him say this, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. In four acts, this kid is too rampant. You must know that the current script is at most two acts, because not only the plot must be developed, but the most important thing is to be very concise in the lines.

I thought to myself, this guy is not going to be there to fill the word count, but there is no color on his face.

"Thunderstorm, Act I. The stage of the opening ceremony is completely dark, and every ten seconds, it is gradually dawning!"

"It was also a summer morning ten years ago, in the living room of Zhou's house. The drapery of the alcove is still hidden, and there are gorgeous potted flowers inside. The middle door was open, and through the iron screen door, I could see the trees in the garden and hear the cicadas chirping. ”

When Yang Fan said this, the people below suddenly quieted down. Even Cheng Hu is like this.

At this time, Professor Yan's eyes flickered, sitting on a bench, and the old god was closing his eyes.

Yang Fan read and observed the surroundings.

"The wardrobe on the right is covered with a yellow tablecloth, on which are many small ornaments, the most striking is an old photograph, which is very incongruously placed with these delicate things. In front of the cabinet is narrow and low, and there are expensive smoking utensils and some bits and pieces. On the right side of the road, there is a bell and a flower pot, and on the wall, there is an oil painting. ”

When it came to oil painting, Yang Fan had suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Lao Yan's face, but he seemed to be a little excited.

Yang Fan was a little happy in his heart, with his understanding of the entire script, he was already completely sure that this script definitely met Lao Yan's standards.

"All the curtains are brand new...... The sky was gray, and it was the spirit of a rainstorm. ”

Now that he finally finished describing all the scenes, Yang Fan took a breath and felt that his lips were a little dry, but he still insisted on continuing to speak.

"At the opening, Si Feng was at the rectangular table in the middle, with his back to the ......"

"Sifeng!Sifeng!Where are you?"

Si Feng hurriedly hid behind the sofa. ”

"Sheng Sifeng, are you in this house?"

Yang Fan performed vividly, and he found that after mastering the entire script, the whole person's mood was already a little emotional. In addition, I don't know if it's a side effect of singing sausages, and the whole person is still a little unable to control it.

"Zhou rushed in. He was small in body, but he had a big heart, and he had all the sounds of a child, he was only 17 years old, he had already fantasized about many, many impossible facts, he was alive in beautiful dreams, and now his eyes flashed with joy...... He whispered to Sifeng. ”

……

Lu Gui entered through the middle door. ”

"Gui (Xiang Sifeng) Who called you just now?"

"Fourth Second Young Master. ”

"What did he tell you to do?"

"Four, who knows. ”

"Why don't you ignore him?"

……

Yang Fan played the N corners alone, and he performed with sound and color. Even in the end, even he didn't notice that everyone's eyes had slowly changed. Especially Professor Yan, although his eyes were slightly closed at this time, if you look closely, you can see that his body is slowly trembling at this time.

The door opened, Zhou Puyuan entered, he was about fifty or sixty years old, his sideburns were gray, he wore oval gold-rimmed glasses, and a pair of heavy eagle eyes flashed underneath...... In the sun, his face is silvery-white, and most people say that this is the special emblem of nobles, so he ......"

Just speaking of this, only listening to the ringing of the jingling bell, Yang Fan suddenly hung his head. broke away from the deduction just now, although he was very excited in his heart and escaped the catastrophe, he still said with some pretense pity on his face: "Alas, this is just the first act, but unfortunately the time is indeed a little tight, and I can't fully express it." ”

However, as soon as he finished saying this, he found that no one answered his words. I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in my heart, and the corner of my eye glanced down slightly, but I found that everyone below was all looking at him with burning eyes, but no one made any sound.