Seclusion in the Entertainment Industry

Ni Hao was really angry this time, even more angry than when he was coldly rejected by investors in the past, because as a creative director, he attaches great importance to his script. Others can ignore his script and even say that his The script is not good enough, but you must not modify his stuff casually!

And that guy named Chen Feng actually wrote and drew on his script openly, and even changed the beginning of his script into a mess, which really made him angry.

The most terrifying thing is that Chen Feng doesn't even understand some professional terminology for writing scripts, let alone the format of writing scripts. The words he annotated look simply ridiculous, ridiculous, and a complete mess!

For example, a sentence as simple as 'cutting several clues into fragments at the beginning, interleaved with each other and advancing in parallel' is easy to say but difficult to do. Moreover, isn't this the method of non-linear narrative and parallel montage? ? What I said is really not at all level.

Ni Hao complained harshly to Chen Feng in his heart, turned over and prepared to go back to sleep.

However, after closing his eyes, some of the phrases that Chen Feng had modified in his script kept popping up in his mind.

Although he just glanced at it roughly, because he was so familiar with his script, he clearly remembered everything Chen Feng had modified. At this time, he closed his eyes and quietly prepared While catching up on sleep, his brain refused to stop.

Swish, swish, swish... Ni Hao's brain began to uncontrollably adjust the film clips that he had simulated, and, as if possessed, he actually followed Chen Feng's annotations. adjust.

Ni Hao felt that his head was about to explode. In the end, he even gave up resistance and allowed his mind to start an uncontrolled carnival.

Instead, he became a spectator honestly.

"Hmm...it seems quite interesting..."

Unconsciously, Ni Hao actually fell asleep again.

…

When he woke up again, it was already late at night. Ni Hao was lying on the bed, stunned for a long time, and suddenly shivered.

His head hurt a little, but...he felt like he had figured something out.

It’s a brand new structural model for scripts!

Whoosh,

Ni Hao suddenly sat up from the bed, and then quickly climbed to the computer desk.

Well, it seemed a bit cold. Ni Hao reached out and pulled the quilt over the bed, wrapped it around him, then turned on the computer and restored the script that Chen Feng had annotated from the recycle bin.

This time, Ni Hao read Chen Feng's annotations very seriously, and the more he read, the more shocked he became.

Although Chen Feng is a layman, he used his sloppy words to deconstruct the plot at the beginning of his script, and then rearranged and combined many small plots, and finally almost formed a new script. This is really amazing What a surprise.

Of course, Chen Feng only used a short paragraph at the beginning of the script to demonstrate, and not all the subsequent content was modified, but this part was enough to make Ni Hao feel amazing.

"This Chen Feng... is really a... magical guy!" Ni Hao sighed involuntarily.

From resisting others to modify his script at the beginning, to now Zhenxiang, Ni Hao has fully agreed with Chen Feng's comments on his script. Moreover, he quickly integrated Chen Feng's ideas and began to revise all his scripts. and adjustments.

This is a very complicated project. Although he is very familiar with the plot content of his script, disrupting the structure and rearranging the combinations requires countless attempts. The best sorting method is not easy to find, so Ni Hao requires a lot of trying.

Unconsciously, Ni Hao stayed up all night again. Even when Wang Bo came over to deliver breakfast to him in the morning, he was still working like crazy.

"Brother Hao...Hao Zi...Xiao Hao...Hao's son!"

Wang Bo changed his names several times, but Ni Hao didn't move.

Wang Bo was so frightened now that he stepped forward and pinched Ni Hao's shoulders and said, "It's time to eat. You didn't stay up all night again!"

Then, Wang Bo saw Ni Hao's pale face, sunken eye sockets, and bloodshot eyeballs!

"Fuck..." Wang Bo was frightened. He touched Ni Hao's forehead again and it felt a little hot.

"You are so desperate!" Wang Bo angrily slapped Ni Hao in the face. Seeing that Ni Hao was almost knocked to the ground, he quickly supported him.

"Let's go, come with me to see a doctor first!" Wang Bo dragged Ni Hao out without saying a word.

For two consecutive days, Ni Hao didn't even take off his clothes. At this time, he was indeed extremely weak, and he was dragged out of the room easily by Wang Bo.

There are also many clinics in urban villages, but most of them are not open in the morning. Wang Bo found a familiar one that he had been to before, and knocked on the door for ten minutes before waking him up.

When he saw Ni Hao's appearance, the doctor at the clinic had no time to complain. He hurriedly saw the doctor, prescribed medicine, and struggled for ten minutes before finally giving Ni Hao an intravenous drip.

"You guys are not paying enough attention to your health. You only came to see a doctor when you had a fever like this. If it had been a few hours later, I would have been taken to the hospital for rescue... However, it's nothing serious. I just caught a cold and received two fluid infusions." It should be fine." The doctor said angrily.

"Hey, okay, thank you doctor, we will pay attention to it in the future."

After settling down with Ni Hao, Wang Bo hurried to Kyoto Film Academy to continue his class. When he arrived, he was already nearly half an hour late.

After embarrassingly apologizing to the teacher, Wang Bo scanned the classroom and found that there were not many empty seats. When he saw that there was an empty seat behind Zhang Yan, he hesitated for a moment and finally sat down behind Zhang Yan. .

During the break, Wang Bo said hello to Zhang Yan.

"Ni Hao is ill. It's quite serious. His fever reached around 40 degrees this morning. I just took him to get an intravenous drip before he came to class."

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, curled her lips, and said, "What does his illness have to do with me."

Wang Bo only felt a wave of cold air coming towards him. It seemed that Zhang Yan still had a lot of resentment towards Ni Hao.

"No...it doesn't matter...I just think I should tell you that Ni Hao seems to have been busy working on the script in the past two days. He has stayed up all night for two nights. I think someone needs to persuade him not to work too hard... "

"You want me to persuade him? Can I persuade him? It's weird that he can listen to me!" Zhang Yan rolled her eyes. If she could persuade Ni Hao, the two of them would not have broken up in the first place. .

Wang Bo smiled helplessly: "I think... maybe you are the only one who can persuade me. When I carried him to the clinic in the morning, he kept calling your name in a daze, and said he wanted to eat the tomatoes you cooked. Egg noodles…”