Love Affair: Professor's Hard To Please

Although the drama club had a teacher who guided them every year, it was the first time she had seen such a serious teacher.    

"Don't worry, I will do what I say. "    

Du Ruo did not comment. She thought about it. Anyway, she did not need to do anything. This teacher could do whatever she wanted.    

She looked at the club members and said, "Let's finish today's rehearsal first. We will continue after we get the new script tomorrow. "    

No one had any enthusiasm to begin with, so when they heard that they could leave, they quickly left.    

"Teacher, I'll be leaving first too"    

Fu Nuan nodded. "Tomorrow, after I finish writing the script, I will come and find you. "    

Du Ruo did not have any hope. She casually replied and left the experimental theater.    

Fu Nuan returned to the office and began to think of this new script.    

How could she let a familiar classic story become interesting and attract everyone's interest?    

"Ms Fu, why are you in a daze?" Ann Zhu poked her with her finger and poked her head out to look at Fu Nuan's table.    

She saw that there was a "Liang & Zhu" written on the small notebook and Fu Nuan even drew a circle and wrote a question mark on this name.    

"The script you chose this year is Liang & Zhus?"    

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

"Then do you want to change it into a new story?"    

"I have this idea, but I don't have a clue at all right now. "    

Fu Nuan thought about it and pursed her lips. She was very vexed.    

"I promise to give a new script to the students tomorrow. But now. . . Do you have any good ideas?"    

"Me?" Ann Zhu hurriedly shook her head. "Don't put your hopes on me. My mind is filled with hypocritical romance dramas. I can't help you. "    

Hence, Fu Nuan racked her brains for the entire afternoon but was unable to come up with a good idea.    

She began to regret it.    

She should not have made a promise on impulse!    

In the evening, Fu Nuan returned home. She went into her room and sat at the table, took out a draft and continued to think about the story.    

She thought of several plans. In the end, before she could start writing, these plans were rejected by her. These plans were either too cliché or too unrealistic, and were far from the original story.    

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

She scratched her hair in distress. Her hair became messy and she continued to think. The clean and tidy bedroom floor was piled up with a pile of paper that looked like a small hill in a short while.    

She couldn't do it anymore. She had no clue!    

Fu Nuan powerlessly laid on the table. She felt that her body had been hollowed out. She wanted to rest for a while, but she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.    

It was ten o'clock in the evening when Rong Yu arrived home. He opened the door of the room and saw a messy room filled with crumpled pieces of paper.    

Fu Nuan was burying her head on the table and did not move at all, except that her back was moving up and down along with her breathing.    

He gently closed the door, bypassed the paper on the floor, and slowed down his movements to walk to her side.    

He saw a draft and a script that had been drawn under her arm.    

Liang & Zhus?    

Rong Yu frowned slightly. Liang & Zhus were already very ancient scripts, and she actually wanted her students to perform Liang & Zhus. . .    

Besides, what was so interesting about this love drama that made the audience cry? Only the sentimental women would be interested in it.    

Rong Yu disliked this script.    

However, when he looked at the script, it was full of amendments and comments.    

No wonder she was so tired. . .    

His expression became gloomy. It seemed like his wife was going to change her profession to a screenwriter?    

Rong Yu saw Fu Nuan still holding the pen in her hand. She was not willing to put down the pen even when she fell asleep. Rong Yu gently took the pen from her hand, then bent over to pick her up and put her on the bed.    

Fu Nuan's body had just touched the bed when she slowly woke up.    

Fu Nuan rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw Rong Yu in a trance. She murmured in a daze, "You are back. "    

"It is so late. Why don't you go to bed?"    

He stared at her, making her feel guilty. Her sleepiness also decreased a little.    

That's not right!    

She remembered that she was thinking of changing the script just now. Why was she in bed now?    

Fu Nuan looked at the clock on the wall. It was already very late. She was so shocked that she did not feel sleepy at all.    

"Oh no! My script has not been changed!"    

She exclaimed and prepared to get off the bed to continue revising her unfinished script.    

Rong Yu said in a deep voice, "Go to sleep. If there's anything, do it tomorrow. "    

"No!"    

As Fu Nuan spoke, she put on her slippers and got up to walk towards the desk.    

"I must give my students a new script tomorrow. I cannot break my promise. "    

Rong Yu raised his eyebrows and asked her. "What script?"    

"I was sent to be the instructor for this play. The script that the students chose was' Liang & Zhu ', but I felt that it would be boring to act according to the storyline in the past, so I promised them that I would revise a completely new and creative script. "    

Rong Yu calmly leaned against the bed, and after listening to her talk about what had happened, he came to a conclusion: "It seems that some students are making things difficult for you. "    

Fu Nuan was silent.    

Did Rong Yu have to guess it so accurately? Prof. Rong knew her too well.    

"No. "    

Fu Nuan did not want him to think too much and pretended to be relaxed as she smiled and said, "It was I who felt that the script was not good and took the initiative to help them modify it. "    

She did not lie either. The truth was pretty much like that.    

As Fu Nuan spoke, an idea flashed in her mind. She thought of something and once again looked at Rong Yu with a crafty and flattering look in her eyes.    

"Prof. Rong, can you give me some suggestions? How can I change this classic play to attract people?"    

Rong Yu did not speak. He pursed his lips and looked at her without saying a word.    

"Hubby, no matter what, you are a senior professor and a Head of Department. You have seen a lot of things, so you must be more knowledgeable than me in this aspect. "    

Fu Nuan continued to flatter him, and she smiled flatteringly.    

"Besides. . . If this script can be revised, it will also be the honor of our academy, don't you think so?"    

Rong Yu was not affected by this at all. He only glanced at her lightly and said in an extremely calm tone, "I don't have any suggestions. "    

After he said that, he rubbed his forehead and planned to change his clothes and go to the bathroom.    

Fu Nuan wrapped around him like a koala and pulled his arm to not let him go.    

"Then if you don't want to say it, just listen to me. Give me your opinion. What do you think?"    

He saw that her eyes were full of expectation and pleading. He helplessly curled his lips and could only sit and listen to her carefully.    

When he saw her talk about the script, she was full of energy, and didn't seem to be tired at all.    

Rong Yu's lips curved into a faint smile. She was like this. Whenever she met something she liked, she would be like a child, and she would become naggy. . .