"Boss, the script you said last time, I have a few copies here, you see ......"

Xiao Fan held a few scripts in his hand and looked at the man who was working with his head down.

"Put it there first."

When Yan Shaohan said this, his eyes were still on his work, and he habitually said.

Xiao Fan, who was standing, quickly turned white and said that it was time for him to go out, and by the way, he also closed the door.

When the door was closed, it was careful not to disturb the man who was working seriously.

The man sat in the seat, the two openings on his white shirt untied, revealing his healthy, manly, wheat-colored skin and clearly visible collarbones.

The man's brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes swept the papers on the table very seriously. Big hands lightly write on the paper somewhat haphazardly.

You can vaguely see the domineering and extraordinary spirit of the man in his pale eyes.

The man as a whole exudes an ascetic temperament.

It can be seen from a distance and not blasphemed.

If this kind of Yan Shaohan is seen by the so-called rotten girl, it will definitely set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes.

It's so handsome!

I don't know how long it took for the man to finally finish the work in his hand and rub his somewhat swollen eyebrows.

The man's pale eyes swept over the papers on the table.

Big hands picked them up and began to browse again.

This is the script he ordered to find for analysis before, since he signed his cheap brother, how can he not be popular.

Scripts with different styles

"My School Grass Adult"

It tells the story of an ordinary girl who is studying in the aristocracy and becomes a powerful school grass adult.

In today's terms, this is simply a Mary Sue story, sweet and unwanted, but not demanding of acting skills.

It is not suitable for making a pioneering work, Yan Shaohan just glanced at it slightly and completely passed it.

"Supreme Glory"

It tells the story of a bloody soldier who wants to serve the country, from the worst soldier in the class collective, through his own continuous efforts, to become the best special soldier and fall in love with Zuo Yi, who is also a special soldier.

The plot is still very good, and Yan Shaohan kept it.

The Legend of Fan Yu

This book is more optimistic.

tells the story of Fan Yu, who is the male protagonist, who was born in the most noble imperial family, but has tasted the hardships of the world since he was a child, wants to change the class system of the dynasty, and continues to work hard for it.

Yan Shaohan's most optimistic role is not the male protagonist, but the second male protagonist, the little royal highness who is held in the palm of his hand by his family - Fan Xu.

Although he is not the male protagonist in this play, he is also an indispensable clue, and Fan Xu's ideological changes have played a good role in paving the way for the development of the whole play.

Judging from the response of the original novel, His Royal Highness Fan Xu is also the most anticipated character by fans of the original novel.

It can lay a good foundation for the analysis of the acting career.

There are also a few scripts that Yan Shaohan is not very satisfied with, so he passed first.

Left the two that I was satisfied with, and went back to let the analysis pick by himself.

On the other side, who was still in class, he didn't know that his cheap brother would choose the script for himself.

Anyway, he knows,

The current senior H class

Very burning!

"No matter what, I persevered for 181 days, and we don't know what the result was, but everyone can feel our efforts. If you have such a senior year of high school, you are young! ”

The offshore wind is very suitable for being the leader of a shift, he has that kind of backbone, and he also has that kind of iron wrist when it is critical.

"We all promise that we must be better than ourselves today on a cloudy day! High-fives are fixed. ”

As he spoke, he slapped his hands handsomely with Muzi next to him, and then looked at the others with a light smile.

Then I heard the class ring out of high-fives.

They all laugh, for the sake of a better version of themselves!

……

In the middle of the night, the singing is enchanting, and the tea leaves are in the teacup. Take a sip of tea, hold a volume of Tang poems and Song lyrics, go through thousands of years of sorrow, and swim in the elegance of ink. At that moment, we communicated in the fragrance of ink. The bleak glass prosperity, the thick sorrow precipitated in tears, the silent colorful butterflies, and the deep court. A girl dressed in white decorated the green silk with a hosta alone, and suddenly the news of her relationship exploded in the palace like spring thunder. The hairpin fell to the ground and shattered. My heart tugged at it. Zhaojun, what are your options?

- "At that moment, we communicated in the fragrance of ink"