Wang Dongyang looked at the script in his hand with a wry smile at the corner of his lips. It was not that the script was not good, but that the script was too good. Naturally, the pressure was much greater.

  Huangquan eight hundred miles of sand sea, lonely and desolate, without flowers and leaves. As the next Meng Po in this yellow spring, the girl Sanqi was married to the ghost servant Zhao Li by the Hades Acha. When Sanqi was born, Qiqiao accidentally lost a hole, with a silly personality, a withered appearance, and a lack of affection, so he was often complained and rejected by the official Zhao. She stayed alone in the empty and shabby "Meng Po Village", boiled the bitter Meng Po soup, and looked up the "Yin and Yang Book" in the image of a scroll of bamboo slips, accompanied only by a dying Manzhushahua. Until that day, a young cultivator named Changsheng broke into Mengpozhuang by mistake.

  ……

  Early the next morning.

   "Get up and get up!" Zhong Wang rolled his eyes as he watched Wang Dongyang, who was asleep on the upper bunk, rolled his eyes, "Did you steal a cow last night? You sleep like a pig?"

  Wang Dongyang turned over and said, "Sister, this weekend, what makes people sleep well? The script is ready, Zheng Haoren's director, in the computer mailbox."

  Zhong Wang was more interested in the script than waking up the dead pig Wang Dongyang, turned around, turned on the computer, and looked at it bit by bit.

  Zhong Wang looked at the script called "Soul Ferry", his eyes flashed with excitement, and he only felt that the blood all over his body was flowing backwards.

  He knows that he needs such a script, and he needs such a script.

  This is a good script that can truly rectify Tsinghua University's name!

  Zhong Wang’s eyes flickered with tears, and his voice was trembling because of his excitement: “It’s great, great, really great...”

  The first step script for Tsinghua University's name rectification has made a good start.

  I hope that this time I will never fail everyone’s expectations.

  Zhong Wang turned to look at Wang Dongyang on the upper bunk, tears flickering in the corners of his eyes.

  "Beng" suddenly threw a pillow over, hitting Zhong Wang's head.

   After being smashed, Zhong Wang returned to his senses, "Damn! What are you doing!"

  Wang Dongyang suddenly rubbed up and said angrily: "Sister, your sister, labor and management just woke up a little bit, just watching a big man by the bed looking at labor and management affectionately, what do you say about me?"

  Zhongwang blinked his eyes, with a bewildered look: "Do you see my affection in that eye?!"

   "Two eyes!" Wang Dongyang turned over and jumped out of the bunk, "Say, isn't your kid really gay? Let me tell you that I don't have that hobby!"

   "Roll the calf!" Zhong Wang looked at the sky speechlessly, Wang Dongyang, this guy can always stir up the sad emotions that he has finally brewed.

  ……

  The two people decided on the script, so they went to discuss with the classmates about the film-related matters. The micro-film is what it is, if you want to make it, you can make it big.

One night later, Zheng Jing's resentment towards Zheng Haoren was still not cleared. When she saw Wang Dongyang, she started to complain, "I think I must have met a fake brother. Do you know that the script was given away? I gave it away! Go! Don't give me away?!"

  Wang Dongyang laughed, "Your brother did give away the script."

   "You know what?"

   "Because the person who gave it is us!" Wang Dongyang replied.

  Zheng Jing's eyes widened, "I rely on it! Really?!"

  "More gold than gold!"

   "Suddenly I think my brother is reliable." Zheng Jing immediately changed her mouth.