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The arrogant little white boy's shoes didn't dance in the end. She rolled her eyes at Zhang from time to time and successfully "ah" away.

At this time, the children began to go to bed.

After 10 o'clock in the evening, parents got off work one after another and came to Xiaohongma Academy to pick up people.

Some children were so sleepy that they were taken away from the bed by their parents, and they lay in their arms and continued to sleep obediently, but they just grabbed their parents' hands tightly.

Some children are naughty. They wake up after sleeping for a while and are full of energy. They pester the adults to play games before they are willing to go home.

After midnight, there were only 5 of more than 30 children in the school, including the little white children's shoes.

Three children were sleeping soundly. One of them had just woken up, raised his body and looked out the door. His father was coming.

The little white boy was sleepless and still full of energy. He lay on the bed toss and turns, so he climbed up, ran to the reading area, and read the picture book with relish. He was a little lonely and there were no children talking or playing with her.

Zhang Tan stayed until the last child left before returning to his room to rest.

This is the work of the late night school day, black and white are reversed, and it is very hard.

The next day, Zhang Tan ran in the yard as usual, then went out for breakfast, came back to take a shower, dressed, carried a backpack, and went out to the talent market.

I just got on the subway and received a text message informing him to go to Pujiang Film Studio for an interview at 2 pm.

Zhang Tan did not change his morning schedule and still went around the talent market. There was a very strange phenomenon. There were quite a few jobs to recruit screenwriters, and there were quite a lot of people applying for them, but few could succeed.

The screenwriter industry is a structurally scarce position. On the one hand, the market urgently needs a large number of experienced and capable talents, and the supply is in short supply. On the other hand, a large number of screenwriters cannot find suitable jobs and cannot do it. Screenwriters can only be editors, or sell dog meat under the guise of sheep. The name is screenwriter, but the job content is clerks, or everything.

Zhang Tan didn't get any results. After having lunch at a nearby restaurant, he came to Pujiang Film Studio early. It was still early, so he sat in the cafe next to him for a while and got up when the interview was notified was 20 minutes away.

"Hello, I'm here for the interview."

The front desk is a beautiful woman with an 85-point score, very pleasing to the eye.

"Please show your interview notification message."

Zhang Tan opened the text message on his mobile phone to her.

"Thank you, please come with me."

The other party took Zhang Tan to the elevator and arrived at the 8th floor.

"They are all interviewing like you. Please wait here. The interview starts at two o'clock, go in one by one, and it will be called to you when it's your turn."

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the waiting room, both men and women, some were young and some were middle-aged, and everyone stayed alone and no one spoke.

Zhang Tan found a seat and sat down and waited quietly.

More than ten minutes later, a staff member came in to notify the interview and went in in order of coming first and then coming.

More than an hour later, the staff came in again and shouted, "Zhang Tan, which one is Zhang Tan? It's yours."

Zhang Tan raised his hand and said, "I am."

After packing up his backpack, he followed into the meeting room. There were two men and one woman sitting inside, with the woman in the middle, and it looked like the examiner.

"Zhang Tan, right?" said a middle-aged man sitting on the left, "Are you a graduate of Peking Film Academy? Director's Department?"

Zhang Tan sat down, nodded without any worries, and said, "Yes, I just graduated a few days ago and returned to Pujiang."

"Are you from Pujiang?"

"Growing up here since childhood."

"You are a director major, so why do you think about being a screenwriter?"

...

In less than ten minutes, the interview was over and the news was notified to go home.

When he returned to West Chang'an Street, night had already fallen. Zhang Tan stood next to the late night school and looked at it. He didn't notice it before. The neighbor next door was a boxing gym.

He went in curiously and looked at it. It was not big inside, less than half of the school. Seven or eight people were practicing boxing. No one paid attention to him, so he turned it out.

Old Li greeted, "Mr. Zhang is back."

Zhang Tan responded with a smile: "Are any children here?"

"In a while, Xiaobai will come."

That child was the first to arrive every day and the last few left.

The guard Lao Li was a little helpless and had a headache. When Xiaobai arrived, he would definitely instigate him to cut off Zhang Tan's brain, as if he would agree.

Xiaobai, that little girl who "I don't know how to do it", Zhang Tan also had a headache for her. She was hated by the children as soon as she came, and it was a little pepper. She bit him and didn't say anything, and she looked at him everywhere. According to insiders, Xiaobai's children's shoes spread that he was a bad guy among the children and the teachers, and instigated everyone to deal with him unanimously.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tan remembered Xiaomi who was taken away by the police. He didn't know if he had found his family, so he turned around and asked Aunt Huang.

He went back to the room to put down his backpack, took a shower, changed into sports shorts, and went out for a walk. He knocked a child overturned his feet upside down at the corner.

"Ouch~~"

The child was very agile. Without waiting for Zhang Tan to help, he quickly got up, put his hips forward, and said fiercely:

"You're so crazy, what a fool? I knocked me over again."

"Hmph! I'm so angry that I'm furious."

The child wore a washed blue sportswear with a red look, and there were still two big characters "Chinese" on his chest.

Only the white children's shoes can be worn like this.

Sure enough, Zhang Tan knocked it over, and it was also about Trump's little white children's shoes.

Zhang Tan was also surprised. Why did he knock him over again? It felt a bit targeted.

"I'm sorry, Xiaobai, did you hurt after falling?"

"I'm so angry that I'm furious~~"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You are too small and you always run and can't stop the car, Zhang Tan thought.

Little White Shoes Balabala accused him, snorted coldly, rolled his eyes again, left, disdained to talk to him more.

In Zhang Tan's eyes, she ran to the guard booth and talked to Lao Li again.

Old Li is quite friendly. Such a difficult child likes to chat with her, Zhang Tan thought.

He didn't know that Xiaobai in the distance was not chatting with Lao Li, but complaining.

"Grandpa, my butt is knocking me over again. Are you angry?"

Old Li glanced at Zhang Tan in the corridor in the distance and asked Xiaobai in front of him with a funny look: "What's going on?"

Xiaobai Balabala was full of people, and he instigated Lao Li to go to Zhang Tan to give an explanation and make a decision for the children.

"Oh, I'm going to the bathroom, my stomach hurts. Xiaobai, don't run out." Old Li escaped with an excuse.

Xiaobai:Σ(⊙▽⊙”a

Seeing that Old Li was really leaving, no one was guarding the booth, she glanced left and right, and the black fart was gone, and there was no one around her. She rubbed against the iron gate of the school and wanted to push it away and sneak out to play, but she pushed it and the iron gate was locked!

He kicked him hatefully and went back.

"Little kids? Are you here, kids?"

Xiaobai had no choice but to wander around the school alone, shouting while walking. Although he knew that there were no other children in the school at this moment, what if there were, what if there was one, what if there was one from the ground.

I can’t find a single melon, but Xiaobai picked up a football and played it alone.

The football was rumbled, and Zhang Tan was walking to the feet of Zhang Tan, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

Do you want to kick it back?

Zhang Tan couldn't be as knowledgeable as a child, so he smiled at her, rolled his eyes, and didn't care, skillfully rolled the football up and kicked it back.

Xiaobai looked a little surprised, but he might not have expected that the bad guy would be a little bit weird.

When she saw the football flew over, she wanted to show her kick. She shouted, "Look at my jiojio~~"

He flew out with force, preparing to kick the football high, but he kicked it empty and flew out his little shoes. Moreover, the leaked football hit her broad-minded body, and with a whisper, he fell to the ground.

Zhang Tan was stunned, and Lao Li, who secretly returned to his post, was also surprised.

Lao Li pretended not to see it and continued to look at his phone. Zhang Tan also quickly left the scene of the incident and did not get hit.

It's not his fault.

He may have disagreements with Xiaobai Children's Shoes and have disputes everywhere.

Zhang Tan, who successfully returned to the room, looked back and didn't see Xiaobai. Instead, there was a humming and haha ​​sound from the yard downstairs. Standing on the balcony and looking down, Xiaobai was chasing the football in the yard, very fierce, full of energy, as if he was breathing towards the football.

Not long after, other children came one after another and joined Xiaobai's team. They soon became a group of children, chasing and playing football.

At this time, Zhang Tan's cell phone on the desk rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, where?"
Chapter completed!