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"Teacher, are you serious?" Du Ruo was flabbergasted.

Although there was a instructor every year, this was the first time he saw such a thing.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise."

Du Ruoruo declined to comment. On second thoughts, she decided that since there wasn't a need for them to put in the effort, she might as well do as she pleases.

She turned her gaze to the members of the club and said, "Then let's end today's rehearsal first. We'll continue tomorrow when we get the new script."

Originally, everyone was not very enthusiastic, but after hearing this, they could finally disperse. Not long after, everyone left.

"Then, teacher, I'll leave as well."

Fu Nuan nodded his head, "Tomorrow, after the script is finished, I will come and find you."

Du Ruoruo didn't hold much hope as she answered without much thought and left the laboratory.

After returning to the office, Fu Nuan started to compose the new script.

How to make a classic story that is familiar to everyone new, resonate and interest?

"Teacher Fu, what are you daydreaming for?" An Zhu poked her, poking his head out of the way to look at her table.

On the notebook, there was the word 'Liang Zhu' written in a circle with a question mark written on it.

"The script chosen this year is' Liang Zhu '?"

Fu Nuan nodded, and then sighed: "But I don't want to follow the normal story."

"Then... You want to make a comeback? "

"I have that thought, but I don't have any leads right now."

Thinking about it, Fu Nuan pursed his lips, feeling very vexed.

"I promised to produce a new script for the students tomorrow, but now... Do you have any good ideas? "

"Me?" An Zhu hurriedly shook his head, "Don't count on me. My mind is filled with the details of those dog-blooded love movies, I can't help you."

As a result, Fu Nuan thought hard for an entire afternoon, but could not come up with any good ideas.

She was beginning to regret it.

He shouldn't have rashly guaranteed his victory on the spur of the moment!

When Fu Nuan returned home in the evening, he went into his room, sat on the table and took out a draft book, then continued to compose the story.

After thinking of a few plans, he was finally overthrown before he could even start writing. It was either too cliché or too unrestrained, which was very different from the original story.

"Sigh …"

It was the first time in Fu Nuan's life that he had fallen into a huge predicament.

She scratched her hair frantically and continued to think, with her hair in disarray. The clean bedroom floor that had been clean not long ago was soon piled with papers the size of small hills.

No way, I don't have a clue!

The woman laid powerlessly on the table. She felt that her body had been hollowed out. She originally wanted to rest, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier …

When Rong Yu reached home, it was 10 at night. When he pushed open the door, what entered his sight was a room full of messy papers that were rolled into a ball.

Fu Nuan was lying on the table with his head buried in the ground.

He gently closed the door and moved around the wad of paper on the floor, slowing down and coming to her side.

She had a draft and an annotated script under her arm.

"Liang Zhu"?

Rong Yu frowned slightly, what kind of script was this, to actually move it out to act …

Besides, what was so good about this tearful love drama? Only sentimental women would be interested.

Men were rather disgusted with this script.

However, the script had been modified and was full of comments.

No wonder she was so tired …

His face darkened. It looked like his wife was going to change her line of work to become a screenwriter?

Seeing that the woman was still holding onto the pen shaft, unable to put it down even when she fell asleep, Rong Yu gently took the pen from her hand, and then bent over to hold the person horizontally, and placed him on the bed.

As soon as she touched the bed, the woman slowly woke up.

Fu Nuan rubbed his sleepy eyes and absentmindedly looked at the man in front of him. He mumbled in a daze, "You're back …"

"It's already so late, why aren't you going to bed?"

His dark eyes were fixed on her, making her feel weak and less sleepy.

That's not right!

She clearly remembered that she was planning to change the script. How did she end up on the bed?

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was already very late, Fu Nuan was so shocked that he lost all sleep.

"It's over! My script hasn't changed! "

She exclaimed in admiration and was about to get out of bed to continue her unfinished 'big business'.

Rong Yu said in a heavy voice: "Sleep. If you have anything to say, say it tomorrow. "

"No way!"

While talking, Fu Nuan went down the stairs and put on his slippers, then stood up and walked towards the desk.

"I must give my students a new script tomorrow. I can't break my promise."

Rong Yu raised his eyebrows and asked her: What script?

"I was assigned to be the instructor for this drama. The script the students chose was' Liang Zhu ', but I felt that there was no point in acting according to the past, so I promised them that I would create a new and creative script."

Rong Yu laid on the side of the bed, unperturbed. After listening to her story, he came to a conclusion: "It looks like a student is making things difficult for you."

Fu Nuan remained silent.

Did he have to guess it so accurately? Was the Prof. Rong a worm in her stomach?

"Not at all."

Fu Nuan did not want him to think too much into it, so he pretended to smile and say: "It's because I felt that the script was not good, and actively proposed to help them change it."

She didn't lie. That was pretty much the case.

While talking, a thought flashed through Fu Nuan's mind, and when he thought of something, he once again looked at Rong Yu with a gaze that was full of cunning flattery.

"Prof. Rong, why don't you give me some advice? How can this classic play be changed to attract attention? "

Rong Yu did not speak, and lightly puckered his lips as he looked at her, not expressing anything.

"Hubby, no matter what, you're still a high level professor and department head. You're well-informed, so you're definitely more knowledgeable than me in this aspect."

The woman continued to compliment him with a fawning smile.

"Besides, if this script can be changed, it would also be an honor for our department, wouldn't it?"

Regarding this, Rong Yu was not the slightest bit moved. He only glanced at her indifferently and spoke with an extremely light tone: "I have no suggestions."

With that, he rubbed his glabella, intending to change clothes and go to the bathroom.

The little woman behind him was like a tail bear as she wrapped around him and held onto his arm, refusing to let him go.

"Then if you don't want to say it, just listen to me. Give me some advice, what do you think?"

Being tied up, and seeing that her eyes were full of hopeful pleas, the man had no choice but to curl his lips and sit back down, listening to her explain in detail.

She spoke of the script with a spirited expression, completely missing her previous tiredness.

Rong Yu's beautiful lips curled up into a slight smile. She was like this, whenever she saw something she liked, she would nag on it like a child.