Chapter 8

Today, the contract has already been sent out, so quickly shower me with favorites and recommendations. Starting from tomorrow, I will be writing 6K words a day for the new book period.

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A movie script generally refers to the various writing forms used to describe the characters and actions of the entire film. It has four basic elements: scene descriptions, characters, dialogues, and action descriptions. An excellent script is the premise and foundation of a great movie.

Even copying a movie script is a daunting task for a college student majoring in mechanical engineering, let alone someone with no literary background at all.

But there is a saying in reality: "Time waits for no one."

Li Huale indeed inherited the memory of the otaku, but for external things, and memories that were not his own, many parts have started to become blurry or forgotten as time progressed.

When Li Huale discovered this problem twenty days ago, he began to study these memories more diligently and recorded important things on his computer. As for the images of long legs, full chests, and beautiful female idols in his mind, Li Huale only remembered them roughly after repeated appreciation.

In a month, Li Huale spent his days learning guitar, afternoons learning dance, evenings practicing guitar and recording his memories, and also learning music theory and scriptwriting for movies and TV shows. The only fortunate thing was that he was just learning the writing methods, and as for original works, that was out of the question. Li Huale only recorded a few movies and TV shows from the otaku's mind, and what he recorded was only in the form of outlines.

Although a small part of the memory was forgotten in a month, what was forgotten were things Li Huale didn't care about at all, and what remained was truly useful to him.

And as Li Huale said, this month was a hellish life. He got up at 7:00 AM, left home at 7:30 AM, and arrived at his practice destination around 8:10 AM to practice guitar.

He solved lunch at noon, started practicing dance at 1:00 PM, went home at 7:00 PM, had a simple meal (usually takeout), and then started new studies until around 2:00 AM.

Excluding the time spent traveling, eating, and sleeping, this guy spent about 17 hours a day studying. His friends who taught him guitar and dance thought he was crazy, wondering why he was learning these things and putting in so much effort.

Sitting on a small bed in front of the computer, Li Huale, wrapped in a blue quilt, quickly typed on the keyboard. He was now trying to copy his first script, and his mind was rapidly recalling the movie called "The Gift" (《七号房的礼物》).

Although such a script might not be useful now, having a physical copy would help Li Huale better learn, compare, and modify it. As for the original creator, although he didn't know if there was such a person on Earth, if there was, he could only say sorry.

However, it was a bit funny that Li Huale, who could be flexible and tough, had become a real hard man if not for the changes in the company over the past two years. Now, while recording the script, he was frantically recalling the movie plot in his mind, feeling as if he had personally watched a movie, with his eyes slightly red.

"Phew, although it's a bit lonely at home, at least no one will see this embarrassing face!" Li Huale wiped his eyes, opened the music player, and played the theme from "Mission: Impossible" (《theme.from.mission.impossible》). Although this piece is famous, most people wouldn't listen to it every day.

But Li Huale had been listening to it every night recently, always feeling that this music gave a sense of tension, mystery, and pressure. Although "pressure" might not be the right word, this feeling helped Li Huale focus better, reminding him of the crisis the company faced, allowing him to be as strict with himself as he was now.

"Tap tap tap!"

The music and the sound of typing intertwined, making Li Huale, wrapped in a quilt, look a bit strange. It was late at night, and the room was dark, with only the light from the screen flickering.

"Click!"

The light sound from the right door did not disturb Li Huale at all; his hands continued to type frantically.

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Jiang Minjing held a vase in her left hand and gently pushed the door open. In just a second, Jiang Minjing was completely stunned.

This was originally the family's computer room, which should have had two computers and two chairs, and then... nothing else.

But now, in this not-so-big computer room, there was a single bed with a black guitar and a pile of messy books on it, and a heap of garbage next to the computer desk. Jiang Minjing felt...

"It must be that I opened it the wrong way!"

Jiang Minjing, who hadn't been home for a long time, instinctively closed the door and pushed it open again...

No...

Closed... Opened... Still wrong...

Closed again... Opened again...

When Jiang Minjing opened the door for the third time, the cold wind clearly blew in, making Li Huale turn his head. Under the white light of the monitor, his slightly bearded and somewhat haggard handsome face, wrapped in a quilt, exuded an "evil" aura.

Combined with the continuously looping "Theme from Mission: Impossible," it made the scene even more eerie.

"Ah!! Pervert, go to hell!" Jiang Minjing, who had just turned 19 this year, was so scared that she threw the vase in her hand.

A perfect parabolic throw.

"Bang!"

"Damn!! You're trying to kill your own brother!!"

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Ten minutes later, the lights in the villa's living room were all on, and the two of them were sitting on the sofa, talking about something.

"Ouch!!"

"Ouch ouch ouch!!"

"Are you trying to kill me on purpose?"

Jiang Minjing timidly retracted the cotton swab in her right hand, looking at the angry Li Huale and the small bump on his forehead, feeling both scared and wanting to laugh.

"What kind of expression is that? I said you... don't turn your head, do you hate me so much that you want to kill me as soon as you come back?" Li Huale asked while applying medicine to his forehead.

Fortunately, the vase was of good quality and didn't break when thrown, but the problem was that this little devil threw it so accurately, with a perfect parabolic trajectory, hitting the bullseye.

Jiang Minjing turned her head, showing a sweet smile, and playfully stuck out her tongue, saying in a cute voice, "How could I? I was just scared. Who told you to play music so loud in the middle of the night? And, and, your new look is so depressed. Although the old you was just ordinary handsome, you could still be considered a handsome guy, but now..."

Although she said that, Jiang Minjing was actually in a good mood. At least this commotion could bury the incident at the hospital the last time.

Seeing the cheap sister's happy face with her dimples showing, Li Huale's right hand reached out and pinched her soft cheek. He originally wanted to pinch the small egg on her forehead, but it was too difficult, so he had to give up for now.

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