The cool life of sand sculpture

Finally replied...

It's not that far in a wheelchair, but in the next few days when I walk, I will have to bounce around.

Or walk with a limp.

This walking posture is also cute.

But even so, Shi Cha is still physically and mentally strong-although it will take some time for her feet to heal, but when discussing the adaptation with Qi Lang, she was so sharp-tongued!

For example, now—

"Why should I change my personality? I think the personality of this court lady is very good!"

Shi Cha was so excited that he stood up directly—even though he was standing on one foot.

"But the character of this court lady remains unchanged, and if it is adapted into a TV series, there are many places that will not be interesting." Qi Lang also stood up and refuted with a serious face.

Everyone else in the conference room sat quietly, not daring to speak.

Half a month had passed since Shicha kicked the door of the meeting room, and since that day, everyone in the KK studio knew that Shicha was a person not to be messed with.

Didn't you see that their bosses have to give their girls medicine and send them back to the hotel for one-stop service?

These workers still behave honestly with their tails between their legs. The dispute between the boss and Miss Shi is for them to fight on their own.

"No, you screenwriters and directors have to change something?" Shi Cha was very unhappy that her comic character was changed, "Just the role of a little court lady, how much difference does it make?"

Although Shi Cha very much hopes that her works will be adapted, what she hopes is that the world she created will be fully presented in a three-dimensional way.

Instead of changing here and there.

After changing it over and over again, she almost didn't know her own work anymore.

"It's not that I have to change it, it's that if I don't change this character, a lot of logic can't keep up." Qi Lang tapped his knuckles on the table lightly, "You may not have considered some details when you draw comics and think about stories, but as a director, I It needs to be considered. In addition, changing this character is not only my idea, but also the result of discussions among the screenwriters."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Cha suddenly looked at the two screenwriters who were sitting quietly eating melons in the corner.

The expression on the screenwriter's face suddenly froze.

What the hell!

Director Qi, you don't talk about martial arts, why are you two arguing about them?

The two screenwriters are both girls, and they also have a good reputation in the industry. They can be regarded as very mature screenwriters for TV dramas and movies.

"Does this role really have to be changed?" Shi Cha looked at the two screenwriters and asked with puckered lips.

With this question, the sockets of his eyes were still slightly red, and he looked aggrieved.

The hearts of the two female screenwriters were softened.

Fortunately, there was Qi Lang's death stare beside him, otherwise the two girls might not change their minds as soon as they got confused.

"Ahem, Ms. Shi, it is indeed better to change this role." Screenwriter A explained with a sneer, "This will make the plot more rational, blah blah..."

Screenwriter B added a few sentences from time to time.

Shicha listened patiently.

After listening for a few minutes, I sat down reluctantly: "Okay..."

The reasons of the two screenwriters convinced her.

Everyone in the meeting room breathed a sigh of relief.

Emma, ​​it's over.

There are many things like this. Shi Cha and Qi Lang always have various sparks colliding in script adaptation, and it depends on who can convince the other party.

In addition, Shicha also found that her good friend "Hai Lang Tao Tao" on QQ didn't reply to her for a long time.

This made Shi Cha very puzzled.

So she always sends messages to each other when she is free.

[Three tea nerves]: Hello?Hailang Taotao, why didn't you reply to my message?Is something wrong?

There is no reply, and the messages sent in the past seem to have disappeared.

But Shicha is not someone who gives up easily, she always sends a message to Hailang Taotao every few days.

[Three tea nerves]: Do you have access to the Internet?My vest exploded, huh?

[Three tea nerves]: My comics are going to be adapted into film and television dramas, and I'm participating in the adaptation——

[Three tea nerves]: That unlucky director always wants to modify the content in my comics, but I try to keep the original content as much as possible hehe——

Shicha didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all, and would post a few sentences from time to time, and then go to the space of the sea waves.

Of course this will not lead to any results.

Qi Lang could see all these news.

He originally thought that Shicha would not post it again after a few days - after all, we are all netizens and have never met in person, so they are not really good friends... right...

Unfortunately, he was wrong in his prediction.

Until one month later, Shicha still happily sent messages to his vest.

And the recent news seems a bit "dangerous".

[Three tea nerves]: Why haven't you responded to messages?You must have been kidnapped! ?

[Three tea nerves]: Hello?Do you want me to call the police for you?

Holding the mobile phone, Qi Lang peeked at the screen every day: "..."

It's over, it seems to be a bit too big.

"She should just talk, she won't really call the police... right?" Qi Lang was a little apprehensive.

He recalled Shicha's handling style, and found sadly that Shicha might call the police.

"Ahh! What should I do now?"

If Qi Lang's heart can be described by things, then at this moment it is probably a large pile of colorful wool balls gathered together.

It's messy if you don't clean it up.

Qi Lang slammed his head against the wall sadly.

Screenwriter A passing by: "..."

Did she have hallucinations because she was too tired to work these two days?

Otherwise, how could she have seen in the tea room that the always serious and cold boss was banging his head against the wall?

"Amen, I must have read it wrong." Screenwriter A took two steps back, rubbed his eyes, and walked in again.

Hmm... The boss is still banging against the big wall.

So screenwriter A wiped his face, and left the tea room silently.

It's better not to let the boss know that she saw him hitting the wall...

Seeing that things were about to run wildly in an uncontrollable direction, Qi Lang, who had been covering his vest and wanted to deal with it coldly, finally couldn't help it.

He replied Shicha's message.

[Hai Lang Tao Tao]: I'm fine. I went...to travel in a place with a bad signal. I didn't see any news. I'm sorry.

As soon as the news was sent, Qi Lang pulled his hair.

Then he slapped his right hand hard with his left hand!

"Why...replied!?"

Qi Lang covered his face, feeling a little dazed.

The hands move faster than the brain, and the brain reacts only after the hand is typing.

When I wanted to withdraw, I found that the opposite reality was inputting...

Qi Lang: "..."

Ahhhhh!

want to break...