The Late School

Although the Little Red Horse Academy is located in the bustling downtown area, it is extremely quiet.There are lush trees here, blocking the noise. From the window, a green area separates the academy from West Chang'an Avenue, and it feels like being hidden in the city.

Zhang Tan lay on the bed, thinking for a while with his eyes open in the dark, some from his past life and some from this life.

It is useless to think more and live your life.

He closed his eyes, rolled over, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, he was awakened by a group of birds on the branches outside the window.This is a mulberry tree with luxuriant branches. It is very rare in the city. Zhang Tan stood on the balcony and took a deep breath. The air was fresh, and the trees nearby were covered with green eyes, but he could see tall buildings not far away. The building, the sound of traffic faintly.

What a great place.

The academy, which was bustling for most of the night, was very quiet during the day. Zhang Tan put on his running shoes and jogged in the yard.

This body is a little weak and needs to be exercised. After running ten laps, Aunt Huang came, stood by and watched him run over, and said, "Morning, Zhang Tan, I brought you breakfast."

Zhang Tan stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the breakfast bag, looked at it, and smiled: "Wow, it's so hearty. I saw the rice ball. Thank you Aunt Huang. I still remember my hobby."

The breakfast prepared was praised, and Aunt Huang was in a good mood and smiled: “Of course, remember that the rice balls made by your grandmother in the past were a must in the village. I liked it the most when I was a kid.”

The two talked and laughed and returned to the teaching building. Zhang Tan went back to the room first, took a shower, ate breakfast, and came to Aunt Huang’s office. A faint fragrance of tea wafted. Two cups of tea and purple sand were placed on the coffee table. The sound of gurgling clear water boiling came from the kettle.

Aunt Huang introduced him to the academy.

The Midnight School has been operating at a loss, making ends meet, and the balance on the account is no longer large, and it needs capital injection.

Since it was changed to a late-night school, the income and expenditure have been difficult to balance. On the one hand, the number of children entering the kindergarten is less than half, and on the other hand, the fees are low.

"How many children are there in the academy now?" Zhang Tan took a sip of tea, which was a bit bitter, just to dilute the greasy and sweet taste in his mouth.He is still not used to the sweet taste of Pujiang.

"There are now 30, and it usually stays around this number. It will not change too much. The late-night school has a limited number of students. We do not charge by semester. There is no semester system. Instead, it is calculated by the number of weeks, two weeks a week. , So the personnel flow is relatively large."

Zhang Tan nodded and said that he understood that because there is no teaching task, the biggest function of the late-night school is to take care of it. Some people have been busy with work recently and often work overtime at night. If they don’t have time to take care of the children, they will take care of them to the school. Zhou pays, is short and steady, and the civilians are grounded.

I don’t know what my grandpa and grandmother thought at the beginning, but a formal school was transformed into a late-night school, which led to the operation of paying money.

"How much money is on the account?" Zhang Tan asked.

Aunt Huang handed him the account book and said, "100,000."

Seeing that Zhang Tan was checking the account book carefully, he paused for a moment, and had to continue to say, "Probably it can keep the school running for half a year."

Zhang Tan nodded, returned the account book, picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one sip, got up and left, and said before going out, "Don't worry, the money will be credited to the account in time."

Zhang Tan went upstairs, returned to his room, sat down at the desk, opened the window, turned on the computer, and browsed the recruitment website.

He had no money. He probably had money before, but he was squandered and checked his bank card, and only less than 10,000 were left.

What I said just now was just to comfort Aunt Huang, he had to find a job as soon as possible.

On the train from Peking to Pujiang, he has a detailed understanding of the world. Everything is specious, such as the entertainment industry. He was a screenwriter in his previous life and paid the most attention to this aspect. The movies and TV series he knows are not in this world!

He clicked on a job site to search for screenwriting positions.

The film and television industry has a deep water, and you can get ahead if you are not talented. Just like him, he has been shortlisted for the best screenwriter three times in a row, all of which are accompanied by running. If there is no influence other than strength, ghosts do not believe it.

He can rewrite the script he once wrote, or copy a masterpiece.

However, even if he writes a book of "Infernal Affairs" now, and sends it to a major director, or directly publishes it on the forum website, he hopes that Bole will come to him.

This is a idiotic dream. Judging by Zhang Tan's years of experience in film and television circles, this is like finding a needle in a haystack, with a slim chance.

A job posting appeared on the computer's web page.

"Pujiang Film Studio, sincerely recruiting 2 screenwriters, preferential treatment..."

Seeing the words of Pujiang Film Studio, Zhang Tan's grandma's puff fan naturally appeared in his mind. He sat on a small bench to watch mecha warriors transform, and grandma sat beside him fanning him to drive away mosquitoes.He watched cartoons produced by Pujiang Film Studio, and his grandmother watched him with her eyes full of love.

In Pujiang, the boss of the film and television company is Pujiang Film Studio, a century-old brand, and countless people grew up watching their cartoons.

Looking at the whole country, Pujiang Film Studio can also rank in the top three.

"When submitting your resume, please attach a copy of the script, with an outline of the story." The recruitment information reads.

"Which script should I write?"

Zhang Tan looked at the mulberry tree outside the window thinking.

The most advantageous and core business of Pujiang Film Studio is animation. It has produced many popular cartoons and won numerous international and domestic awards.

The safest way is, of course, to write an anime story script. Although Zhang Tan worked in live-action film and television in his previous life and has not been involved in anime, the script writing routines are always changing. Moreover, he usually watches anime, but he has never seen it. Yes, at least a bit of an impression, such as... "This brave man is obviously strong but overly cautious" before he crossed.

He analyzed the animation, and the core and most creative thing is the contradictory setting of "very strong and overly cautious".The two opposing characters create a very dramatic story tension.

Zhang Tan doesn't remember the specific plot of this anime. His memory is not that good, but it doesn't matter. He has his own set of methods to expand the plot of the story. He just needs to grasp this creative setting.

For him, only that idea is needed.

Grasping the creativity, he can write a beautiful script.

Creativity is the most valuable thing.

He first listed the eight elements of the story on the computer, namely: characters, desires, actions, core issues, resistance, results, positive value, and negative value.

Then, according to the basic formula of "starting, inheriting, turning, and combining", list 10 sequences, and each sequence is written according to eight elements.

This is a routine. You don't have to follow the script when writing, but it can be used in many cases.

The sun hung in front of the window and fell behind him, with the afterglow on Zhang Tan's back. He finally wrote a 10,000-word outline of the brave story, together with his resume, and sent it to the recruitment mailbox of Pujiang Film Studio.

After finishing this, Zhang Tan hesitated, changed his clothes, and went out.

Lao Li, the guard at the gate of the courtyard, said hello: "Shao Zhang, are you out?"

Zhang Tan: "Go to the cemetery to visit grandpa and grandma."

Old Li Sumu said: "Oh, that should be."