Chao Zhen's narration was very concise, and his tone and demeanor were the same as usual, but Yan An just knew that he was happy, happy from the bottom of his heart.

From his narration, Yan An learned that the original director Wayne Smith was preparing a new movie, and Chao Zhen's part-time job this holiday was to be his assistant for a while. Yan An listened silently, as if she had eaten hundreds of lemons, she was really sour. She thought that if she found a part-time job on vacation, she would probably be handing out flyers and selling fast food. But what about the one next to him? works as an assistant to the director of the double Oscar, schedules a movie that may go down in history again, and maybe, his name can be seen at the end of the film after the movie is released.

People are more ...... than people Forget it, let's not talk about it. Yan An sighed deeply, Chao Zhen caught it, and asked her, "Is there a problem?"

What could be the problem? She already knew that he would always follow the same road as the superstar in his previous life, walking all kinds of star-studded red carpets to get the best actor. Even if Yan An had thought of a fluke before, he thought that he might have a different choice, but he readily accepted it after seeing his room full of movies.

What is the difference between a teenager who doesn't chase his dreams and a salted fish?

Yan An sighed again and asked, "When will I get the autograph of my idol Sakishima Mikawa-sensei?"

Chao Zhen glanced at her coldly and said, "You can't speak English or Japanese, can you speak clearly when you see people?"

Yan An seemed to have three sticks of incense on his head, and there was light smoke.

"Won't I say I don't know how to play yet?"

The final holiday is fleeting, and the first day of the new semester is coming as scheduled. Peng Tian came downstairs early in the morning to wait for Yan An to go to school, and asked her worriedly: "Will Chao Zhen be unhappy if the two of us are at the same table?"

Yan An asked him disapprovingly: "Can he still manage the liberal arts class as a science class?"

"That's hard to say......"

When he arrived at the new classroom, Yan An was satisfied to see the "Senior 2 Wen (1)" class written on the door number. She thought that all her previous hardships had turned into the sweetest fruits at this moment, and the pain of those night battles had become inconsequential and fleeting at this moment.

From today onwards, she is also a member of the top class.

Peng Tiantian saw Yan An pick a position in the middle and back, and while complaining to her about the poor vision, he sat down slowly and took out his textbook from his schoolbag. But when the stationery box was taken out, I saw a schoolbag fluttering down on the desk, and it seemed that there was nothing in it.

"Classmate, this is my position, you are going wrong. ”

Peng Tiantian's face wrinkled when he heard this voice. Before he could speak, Yan An next to him gasped and exclaimed, "Hey, hey, isn't this my brother Yu?"

Peng Tiantian immediately knew it in his heart, and he didn't wait for Yan An or Zhu Yu to speak again, so he moved the book to the front table.

"I can't get in touch with you for this whole holiday. If it weren't for Pomegranate saying you're okay, I would have thought you were kidnapped by aliens. Yan An looked him up and down, left and right, and said, "It seems to have lost weight." ”

Zhu Yu sat down and responded casually: "It's grown taller." ”

"Not really. In the future, when you become famous, you can write books and books about your personal experience and tell young children, and it is an unrealistic delusion to grow taller by drinking AD calcium milk. Yan An smiled and asked, "This is a liberal arts class, are you sure you didn't go to the wrong class?"

"Did you do well in the exam?" Zhu Yu stuffed his empty schoolbag into a drawer and said, "I never rely on grades in my studies. ”

As soon as Yan An wanted to ask what he didn't rely on grades to study, he saw Lao Hong like a superhuman incarnation, sliding in from the corridor outside with an arrow step. He squatted in front of Zhu Yu with tears in his eyes, carefully pulled his sleeve, choked up for a long time, and said, "Brother Yu, I saw your ID on the trial list of the GOWG club." Do you always go to tryouts?"

Tryout?Yan An pricked up his ears. I saw Zhu Yu take his hand away and nodded rather coldly.

Lao Hong's face instantly bloomed with the appearance of a devout disciple seeing the gods, and he was so excited that he couldn't extricate himself, and asked tremblingly, "How is it?"

Zhu Yu still said nonchalantly: "I am not old enough to play in the professional league." ”

"They didn't let you go to the second team or stay in the academy first?"

"Having said that, I refused. ”

Lao Hong collapsed and roared and asked, "Why?"

Zhu Yu's eyelids drooped, the corners of his mouth hooked a smile, and said, "The level is too low." ”

When the class bell rang, Yan An watched Lao Hong leave dejectedly. She asked, "What's the tryout?"

Zhu Yu saw that she was curious, and the words of explanation came to her lips, but she was afraid that it would be too blunt and cold to say it, so she only said: "It's similar to summer camp, but you are not allowed to use mobile phones." ”

Yan An remembered what happened to him during the holiday, and said enviously: "That's quite interesting." ”

No. Zhu Yu wanted to say that this is not the case.

He played the game that exploded this year, and he deservedly climbed to the top of the gaming ladder. So at the end of last semester, a club contacted him and asked him if he had any intention of playing professionally. He had talked to Pomegranate before, and the career prospects of this game were good, and he didn't feel tired of playing it, and if the timing and conditions were suitable, he could seriously consider it. But those who approached him for inquiries gradually became cold when they learned of his age. So Zhu Yu took the initiative to contact the GOWG club and expressed his willingness to go to the trial. In fact, I also want to take a look at the current scale of the club.

It was only when he arrived at the training area that he found that there were hundreds of people who participated in the training with him this time, all of whom were Internet addicted teenagers and middle-aged people with professional dreams.

Zhu Yu doesn't want to recall his life for more than a month now. On the first day of the training camp, the club gave each of them a blank number, so they started to score points from 2 p.m. every day, settled the scores at 12 p.m., and the bottom of the ranking was eliminated. After twelve o'clock, you have to start reviewing the game content of today's whole day, turn out all the game videos and watch them frame by frame, find your own mistakes and write a summary report, and then train until seven or eight o'clock in the morning.

This repetition and repetition for more than a month is almost meaningless repetitive labor. At least that's what Zhu Yu thinks.

Of course, if it's just a game, it won't make him so tired and tired. It's really more than a month, in addition to studying the things in the game every day, he also has to deal with the sophistication of human feelings that will appear when there are many mortals, and it's not girls who have intrigues. In the past month or so, he has only been reported five or six times, and there are countless other messy things.

Now Yan An asked him about the content of this training camp, and he said "the devil's prison that can eat people" came to his lips, or did it become an "ordinary summer camp".

How can a teenage girl be asked to empathize with this kind of life?