St. John's Elementary School, like most American schools, has a small class size, with only about a dozen students in each class, and Ryan sits in a corner of the Zuihou row, pen in hand, and as for what the teacher said in front of him, I'm sorry, it doesn't have much to do with him.

"Ryan!" Mr. Bartók seemed to ask a question, but found that after the name was called, the guy didn't move, "Ryan? Jenkins! ”

"Ah~" Ryan finally heard someone call his name, scratched his head, and said very shamefully, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bartók, I was distracted. ”

"Okay." This has happened many times anyway, and Mr. Bartók simply repeated his question, "What are the statues of four presidents on President's Hill?" ”

President Hill? Capitol hill? Ryan thought about it for a while, and felt that it should not be the same place, since the statue can be erected, it must be a very famous American president, "George? Washington, Abraham? Lincoln ......"

Seeing Mr. Bartók nodding slightly, Ryan was a little more confident in his answer, anyway, the president of the United States whose name he knew was either assassinated or very famous, and he shouldn't be those short-lived ghosts, "Franklin?" Roosevelt. ”

Mr. Bartók's brow furrowed.

"Ah, I remember, John? Kennedy and George? Bush. ”

When the name behind him was spoken, there were already classmates in the classroom snickering, and the corners of Ryan's mouth trembled, and in his desperation, the old cowboy's name blurted out.

Fortunately, the bell rang for the end of class, ending Ryan's embarrassment, and it was rare that Mr. Bartók didn't say anything, packed up the textbooks, and left the classroom.

It's April, it's sunny and sunny in Los Angeles, and the second class of the afternoon is physical education, where there are no broadcast gymnastics, no simplified tai chi, more enlightening and fun games, as well as baseball and basketball.

Of course, rugby is the most popular game here, but there are some restrictions in this area due to age.

"Ryan, aren't you bored? How about we play baseball together? The tallest child in the class besides him spoke, named Jerry, who had the same name as the famous mouse.

This is not the first time that the other party has invited him, just like all transfer students, when he comes to a new school, he will always encounter some trouble, but after Ryan punched down the sixth-grade black big man who came to find fault, everyone's eyes on him changed, and some small groups of children of the same age wanted to invite him to join.

"That'...... All right. Ryan nodded in response, and Jerry and a few people around him, although a little naïve, were not too good people.

After a brief preparation, Ryan took over the children's bat and struck a standard batting position, following the example of a professional athlete on the TV.

"Wow, Ryan, you look professional." Peter, the catcher behind Ryan, set in the way.

Jerry tossed the baseball lightly, looking confident, and at the same time as Peter's voice sounded, he threw the baseball in his hand after a feint.

"Bang~"

The baseball, which seemed to be extremely fast, was extremely slow in Ryan's eyes, and he swung the bat and slammed it on the baseball.

With a "whoosh", the baseball soared into the sky, flew dozens of feet away, and then fell to the ground.

"Wow~ Ryan, that's good!" There were onlookers on the sidelines who cheered, even happier than Ryan, "Home run~"

Jerry blinked, looking incredulous, and after a long moment, he said, "Ryan, you should be on our baseball team!" ”

"Come on, Jerry, you know, I'm busy." Ryan refused without thinking.

"yes, we all know you're busy, but no one knows what you're up to? Ryan, what do you write about every day? When Jerry asked, the other classmates shouted in the distance, "Hey, can you help us throw the basketball over?" ”

It was the sound of a small outdoor basketball court separated from the baseball field by a barbed wire fence, and who knows how these guys could throw the basketball over here.

Ryan stepped forward and stepped on the bouncing basketball at his feet, and with a slight pick of his toes, the basketball rose off the ground, almost subconsciously, and did more than a dozen fancy juggling balls in a row, although he had not played much in this life, but those jishu that he had practiced in his previous life seemed to be imprinted in his soul.

"Hey, Ryan, hurry up and give us back the basketball."

The other side couldn't wait to start urging, Ryan simply picked it hard, and when the ball fell, he used the taut outside of his right foot to pump the ball.

His original intention was to kick the ball over the barbed wire fence and return it to those in the distance, who knows, just in the stunned eyes of everyone, the basketball drew a beautiful parabola, hit the rebound, and after a "clang", it fell into the basket with great accuracy.

Everyone, including Ryan himself, looked at each other, what was going on?

In the midst of a gasp, the boy could only scratch his head, even if David? Beckham is here, and he may not be able to play so accurately, well, he admits that although in his previous life among the fans, his jishu was not bad, but this kick is completely blind, and it may not be so accurate to let him play a hundred times, or even a thousand times.

"Hey, Ryan, wait for me."

Ryan was walking towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, and Jerry chased after him from behind, "Are you going home?" Why don't we go play together? ”

"I'm sorry, Jerry." Walking out of the school gate, Ryan pointed to an Audi on the side of the road, "Someone is coming to pick me up, another day." ”

Watching the boy follow a tall girl into the car, Peter asked, "Is that Ryan's mom?" It looks so pretty. ”

"No, I've heard people say that it seems to be Ryan's sister." Jerry seemed thoughtful, "It's really prettier than the big stars on TV." ”

Back in the apartment, Nicole looked at the time, it was not early, she had to hurry, entered the cloakroom, and took out the haode dress for the boy.

"Ryan, hurry up, can you do it yourself?" Nicole asked.

"No problem, it's just a small matter." Ryan took the gown and walked into his room.

A white shirt, a dark cyan Western-style dress, and a bow tie of the same color, although it is a little troublesome to wear, is not much difficult for Ryan, who has received a year of British etiquette education.

Now he has grown a lot taller than when he was filming "The Sixth Sense", his thin body gradually has some muscles, and he has finally seen the effect after long-term perseverance.

"Ryan, the phone is ringing, go pick it up."

It was no ordinary trouble for a woman to get dressed, so Ryan had to quickly straighten her clothes and run into the living room.

"Hello, this is Ryan? Jenkins and Nicole? Kidman! ”

"Ryan, you nasty guy, you cheated on me!" On the opposite side was a somewhat familiar girl's voice.

"Nat?" Ryan asked tentatively.

"Yes, that's me. Ryan, is that little boy on the Sixth Sense poster you? Natalie was clearly questioning.

"yes......"

"Then you want to deceive me and say that you are a small character with no lines in the movie."

The boy blinked, and this ...... This is clearly a rake, "Hey, Nat, I remember very well, this sentence is obviously from you!" ”

"Really?" Natalie on the other side of the phone seemed to be reminiscing, and after a pause, she was still unconvinced, "But you didn't deny it at the time." ”

"But I didn't admit it either!" Just like when talking on the phone in the past, the two always started to raise the bar without saying a few words.

"And that Ryan behind the screenwriter? Is Jenkins you too? ”

"Yes."

"You didn't tell you, you still said you were my friend, you deceived me, Ryan!"

"Hey, Nat, you never asked, okay? Am I going to jump in front of you and say to myself, dear Nat, I wrote a script and also played a major role in it? ”

"Then you have discussed the topic of film with me so many times in your letter, but you have never mentioned it."

"I didn't mention it because I was afraid of hitting your young and fragile heart." Anyway, it was a bar, and Ryan simply messed around.

"Do you think such a small thing can hit me?" Natalie's vicious voice came from the earpiece, "Ryan, you wait and see, I will definitely give you a good look when we meet next time." ”

"Then I'll see."

After the routine argument, both of them calmed down a lot, and after asking each other how they were doing, Ryan said, "Are you going to see this movie, Nat?" ”

"Yes. I've got my mom to buy the tickets. ”

"So be it." Seeing Nicole in the living room, Ryan realized it was time to end the call, "Say hello to Mr. Avner and Mrs. Shelly for me." ”

This is the first weekend after entering April, and "The Sixth Sense", which has already completed post-production, is finally going to be released after a series of publicity, and 20 million dollars is already a big investment for Miramax now, anyway, the money has been spent so much, so it is necessary to hold a premiere.

As the screenwriter of the film and one of the main actors, Ryan received Harvey's early on? Weinstein's notice, of course, with his current age, can find an excuse to excuse himself, however, he has set his future path in this circle, and with the increase of his works, it is only a matter of time before he participates in the premiere.

Besides, any circle has its own rules of the game, and those who break the rules will not be welcomed anywhere, not to mention, he and Harvey? Weinstein had long since agreed on certain things in terms of propaganda.

In Ryan's view, stretching out his head and shrinking his head is also a knife, and Weishenme doesn't take advantage of this opportunity to maximize the benefits he can get?

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