Interstellar cat guide

The afternoon sun was warm and comfortable. Director Tao Mingyu nestled on a chair, covered with a blanket, and slept very deeply, snoring loudly. When the staff heard the snoring, they automatically relaxed their hands and feet, for fear of waking them up.

It is probably because everyone is very tired recently, so even if the rest time is not long, many people fall asleep.

Zhong Ding, who plays the policeman, is also a newcomer. He has just entered the industry for less than a year after graduation. It is said that the talented company has abundant resources, so it gave him this opportunity.After all, he is young and always has plenty of energy. In the silent set, he is the only one who is still jumping up and down silently, without the slightest appearance of stability in the scene.

Mao Mi put the finished script on the coffee table next to him, picked up his brain and clicked on the Changgao Forum, which he hadn’t been on for a long time, and found that his height is now 1.76m. The administrator sent a private message a few days ago Explained the rule that points are awarded when prizes are won.

Whenever you click on the posts in the actor area, there is a crowd of demons dancing. The most popular post is still Huo Jingchu's teaching post, and the new posts are all about taking photos with the king of heaven without exception.Pulling past Huo Jingchu, Mao Mi continued to look down, only to see all kinds of posts kept popping up, and everyone was so excited.

Lu Ling's style of painting on the Internet is still the same as before, and he posted no less than ten posts in one day, such as [On how to give yourself a good-looking hairstyle on the set] [Liu Kei, our set props have candies you like, hurry up and steal them] [Ten shorthand methods for memorizing scripts, ask my brother to teach one, okay?] [Actors I have worked with in these years on August [-]]...

Seeing the post on August [-], Mao Mi snapped his fingers, poked open the title with interest, endured Lu Ling's long self-praise, and didn't start the topic until the tenth floor.

The first one to be named was Qin Yuqi.

Qin Yuqi: ★★★, one star is for acting skills, one star is for height, and one star is for the relationship that has been worked with.Today, I will take you to reveal the unknown administrator mysteries.Qin Yuqi is actually a scumbag.Maybe you will say, how is it possible?He is well-known as a top student at the Capital Film Academy, but what you don’t know is that he failed Chinese since he was a child, and he scored 60 points out of 29 in the composition. That time he wrote "Why I Can’t Learn Chinese".Why do I know so clearly?Because I went to his house as a guest and got a comprehensive understanding of his childhood.When he was young, he failed in history. I still remember the history teacher's comment on his paper, "Qiqi, for the teacher's health, next year, let's apply for science." 10000 points per item.

The following post was Qin Yuqi's cold sentence: "Nonsense, see you in the little black room."

The people behind immediately stood up for him, "Administrator 66666666" "Administrator, don't worry, I won't believe it!" "Let him finish the update before closing the black room, please!"

After finally flipping through this high-rise building, on the last page, Mao Mi saw herself.

Mao Mi: ★★★★, three stars are sympathy points, and one star is the love of the seniors for the younger ones.In the theater, he is our mascot, he won't get angry no matter how funny he is, and he eats sweets with Liu Keai every day, until the end of time.I actually don't know much about our Xiao Mi's deeds, but according to the rumors in the world, he is the chiller of all chat groups, as long as he comes out to chat, he is guaranteed to be chilled within five sentences.It is said that in the chat group of the crew of "Bullying the Pirate Wave", one day they discussed deep-fried skewers, and they were in full swing. The medicated recipes that have been researched, good guy, no one in that group dared to speak for three days.

Mao Mi: "..."

It was true, but he only posted two and got a positive response the next day.

He exited the forum dumbfounded, and when he looked up, he saw Zhong Ding squatting in front of him like a pug, staring at him curiously with wide-eyed eyes.

Mao Mi: "..."

Zhong Ding blinked his eyes: "Senior, what are you looking at?" He hasn't seen Mao Mi smiling for so long.

"You'll know when you work for another year." Mao Mi casually put away his brain, fearing that he would ask questions and quickly changed the subject, "The director is about to wake up, have you memorized the script yet?"

"Senior, don't worry, I've already finished memorizing it." Zhong Ding scratched his head, then bouncing over to greet the director, coaxing the director who was angry to get up until he started laughing.

Mao Mi smiled and shook his head, thinking that his personality is also quite cute, and he must be very likable.

When the filming officially started, Zhong Ding was like a different person.

He was locked in the basement of a courtyard house, with iron chains hanging from his limbs and tightly hung from the wall. His body was covered with scars from torture.

A bucket of cold water mixed with salt was thrown across the head and face by the big man. He hissed through his teeth, opened his left eye covered with blood with difficulty, and spat blood on the big man's face.

"I want to see Lord Fifth."

This sentence was repeated no less than a thousand times after he was locked up.

As soon as the words fell, the whip was drawn from his chest, scraping a fresh bloodstain.

"I want to see Lord Fifth."

The big man slapped him furiously: "Shut up! A note, do you want to see Fifth Master?"

"I said, I want to see Lord Wu."

He looked at the big man coldly, his blood-stained face was stubborn and tough, and he didn't care about life or death.

The big man raised the barbed whip again, and just about to pull it down, the iron door slammed, and the whip fell to the ground in shock.The man who was fierce just now turned into a wolfhound with his tail between his legs, and stood aside with his head down.

Fifth Master walked in with a calm expression, as if he couldn't smell the bloody smell in the room, he walked to the wall covered with torture instruments, and in just a second, he selected a golden needle that was one finger long.

He grasped the golden needle as gracefully as a flower, and the sharp tip of the needle slowly slid across the man's jaw. He moved closer, his voice hoarse, and his voice was extremely low: "What's the value of an abandoned hostage?"

Fifth Master's face was still pale and thin, making his exquisite features deeper and deeper, and the sunken eye sockets were terribly cold.

The man struggled a bit, the iron chain rattled, he let out a breath, and said resolutely: "If you want to get rid of Chen Tianlang, I will accompany you."

"You're a policeman."

"So what?" He chuckled softly, "Chen Tianlang deserves to die, if they don't convict him, I'll do it."

The gold needle pressed against his throat, and his Adam's apple remained motionless after he finished speaking, as if he had no fear.

Wu Ye held the cold needle in his cold hand and pressed it against his beating pulse. The warm blood flowed quickly through the skin, and he could take his life away at any time.

The golden needle pierced only one tip.

Fifth Master let go, letting the expensive needle fall to the ground.

"Clean him up and bring him to me."

"Yes."

——The room was silent.

"Ka, thank you for your hard work. Let's all go back early." Tao Mingyu got up in satisfaction, called the two of them in front of him, praised them earnestly, and then happily went to chat with others.

"Senior, are you going out to eat at night? We plan to have dinner together." Zhong Ding washed his face and saw that he was about to leave and shouted quickly.

Mao Mi waved his hand apologetically: "Not today, there are guests coming."

"Oh..." The new brain-dead fan could only watch him pack up his things and drive home.

When I got home, the smart housekeeper had already washed the dishes and steamed the rice, and Mao Mi could start cooking directly after washing her hands.

The doorbell didn't ring until he was putting the last dish on the table. The smart housekeeper opened the door, and Cen Ziyan walked in panting. He directly bowed at 90 degrees: "I'm sorry, Teacher Yu, I'm late!"

Mao Mi smiled and said, "It's okay."

Startled by this familiar yet young voice, Cen Ziyan looked up like lightning and saw that it was Mao Mi standing in front of him, and immediately ran out to check the house number, and even took out his smart brain to make a phone call, seeing that he was panicked Looking at a loss, Mao Mi leaned leisurely by the door and said: "This is my home, the teacher entrusted you to me."

"?????" Cen Ziyan opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"Your father didn't tell you about it?"

Having said this, Cen Ziyan's face twisted again, and Mao Mi said clearly: "Arguing? Come in first."

It didn't look good outside, so Cen Ziyan had no choice but to walk in obediently, and even replied with a bad face: "Don't worry about it."

"You are my student now, it's best not to talk to me like this again." Mao Mi set the table and chopsticks for him, "Sit down and eat."

Looking at the table of food, Cen Ziyan, who had just had a quarrel, had a sore nose and turned her face away: "You don't need to give me alms."

This stubborn boy... Mao Mi served himself a good meal and sat opposite him, "You are also a freshman this year, adults should learn how to behave in the world."

"Troubleshooting." Cen Ziyan still didn't look at him, and asked in a low voice after a while, "What's going on?"

"You can send a text message to ask Dean Yu about it, and then ask me when you are sure."

Hearing this, Cen Ziyan didn't hesitate, and directly sent a text message to Yu Kongyou, and soon received a reply from the old man: "Mao Mi is my best student, the young is better than the blue, and I have the same profession as you. Give him this task, and I'm sure both of you will gain a lot."

After finally accepting the reality, Cen Ziyan's stomach started to growl as soon as he relaxed.He sneaked a few glances at Mao Mi, seeing that he was just concentrating on eating and not caring about himself at all, after struggling for a while, he got up to serve himself a meal and began to enjoy the delicious meal.

The wordless dinner soon ended, Mao Mi stood up and said calmly, "Remember to wash the dishes after eating."

Cen Ziyan was almost choked, and said angrily, "Why should I wash it?"

"It's fair for you to wash the dishes I buy and cook."

"Then what does the smart butler do?" He pointed at the smart butler who was innocently standing aside.

"Go and wash." Mao Mi categorically left two words, then turned around and went into the study. After practicing five words, he finally heard the sound of splashing water outside, and he was relieved, thinking to himself There is still help.

It took a long time for the clinking of dishes to disappear. Presumably today was the first time this young master washed dishes in his life.

Cen Ziyan entered the study with an angry face: "I don't believe you."

"This is my resume. You can start today's lesson after you read it."

Accepting the thick resume with disdain, Cen Ziyan opened it, her expression of disdain at the beginning became more dignified, and even revealed a bit of disbelief.

"The Capital Film Academy is very close to the United Nations University. You can come to our school to find me when you have time in the future." Mao Mi smiled.

Cen Ziyan, who was too frightened by Xue Shen to breathe, nodded stiffly, and put the notebook on the table.

"I've seen the script you're going to act in, "Jiu Po ​​Shi Huai", which is adapted from the life of the poet Li Bai. It's a very good movie." Mao Mi praised, "So the next training will be very hard."

Cen Ziyan snorted.

Mao Miquan pretended not to hear, and asked again: "You don't want to replace it with your hands?"

"Hey, I'm not a useless person to make a movie and write a character and use a double."

"Writing cannot be practiced overnight. Even if you practice hard for a month, you will not be able to achieve the desired effect of the movie."

Cen Ziyan snorted again, "I love to teach but not to teach."

In an instant, a ruler was drawn on the back of his hand, leaving a bright red mark.

Cen Ziyan couldn't believe it, and flew into a rage, "How dare you hit me?!"

Holding the ruler, Mao Mi's smile disappeared, and he said coldly: "Since you want to be a teacher, even if you only learn the superficial knowledge required for movies, you must obey my rules for a day under my door. The rules of the school come first. The first rule is to respect the teacher and be respectful. Say nothing, and only smoke once as a warning for the first time, and next time I will make you unable to hold the chopsticks."

"you……"

Cen Ziyan had never been wronged like this before, and she was still angry, but she couldn't say a word in front of this usually docile and docile young man.At this moment, he really felt the teacher's aura and coercion, and he didn't dare to say another word.

"Very good." Then Mao Mi showed another smile, "This is the copybook I wrote, this is the notebook, you can practice calligraphy if you want, but as I said before, you still need to do it by hand after practice, it's not shameful , I only want to help you cultivate your body and mind. Your task tonight is to finish writing two notebooks."

"two?!"

"Three."

"This……"

"Only four more."

Cen Ziyan immediately stopped talking.

"Only write four words, respect the teacher, and go to bed after writing." Mao Mi went out after finishing speaking, and before closing the door, he said softly, "I could finish writing three such notebooks when I was five years old. it disappointed me."

Cen Ziyan: "..."

The door of the study room was gently closed, and the halo of the lamp was stable and comfortable, just suitable for practicing calligraphy.

Sitting at the table, Cen Ziyan opened the sticker, and the neat and beautiful characters were displayed in front of his eyes. He picked up the brush and was about to write, when he saw a line of small characters above the sticker: Mao Mi's five-year-old exercise book.

Cen Ziyan: "..."

He was dying of anger.