Mr. Edmund on the podium was an old black man in his fifties. He looked very amiable with a pair of round glasses, but his head was slightly bald.
He teaches mathematics, and Angela's biggest headache is mathematics, but what makes her even more troublesome is that while trying to listen, she has to face the occasional note. blended classroom.
"Mary, can't you not give me this kind of thing?" Seeing the black girl in front put another note on her table, Angela couldn't help frowning and said.
"Of course not, Angela, you have to know how enthusiastic others are, how can you ignore it, so he will be sad." Mary in front made a face at her with her head sideways, obviously she thought it was helping others .
Full of inappropriate romantic fantasies. The girl commented this, then picked up the note and put it in the upper left corner without looking at it. She suddenly hated the drawerless desks in American classrooms. She couldn't throw it where others couldn't see it. On the other hand, this may encourage the guy, but it seems a bit rude to throw it into a ball on the ground - obviously, at this moment, she is thinking of an oriental - but the guy is likely to continue to pass the note, because this This is the fourth note in this class.
Nasty guy, too thick-skinned. Angela was indignant, she felt uncomfortable when she thought of the words on the first note that were given special meanings of flowers and birds, but even though she had already shown indifference, that guy kept harassing her. Myself, it really makes no sense!
In his previous life, he also knew the slogans such as being too thick-skinned and unable to catch up with girls, but she never imagined that one day she would encounter such a thing.
Just then Mr. Edmund asked a question on the blackboard: "So, which gentleman or lady can come up and solve this equation?"
The girl glanced at the blackboard and thought about it in her heart. It was not difficult, and she raised her hand immediately.
"Okay, Miss Angela." Although several people raised their hands at the same time, Edmund chose Angela. Celebrities, there is always a certain degree of bonus in some aspects.
Angela took a few steps forward to the blackboard, took the chalk and thought for a few seconds. After thinking about the problem-solving method, she started to write. Although science is her weakness, after all, the foundation of her previous life is still there. . The heuristic education in the United States is also very open-minded, so general algebra problems can't help her.
Soon, she solved the equation, then turned around and returned to her seat. However, when she turned around, she deliberately frowned and glanced coldly at the male student in the classroom, hoping to make the guy take care of himself.
However, obviously that guy didn't have this consciousness. Just when Mr. Edmund started explaining Angela's problem-solving method, another note fell from Mary's hand.
This time Angela was really angry, and immediately crumpled all the notes and threw them on the ground. This move clearly showed her attitude. So, before the whole class was over, the note finally stopped appearing.
"I don't understand, Angela, why do you hate this so much. It's normal to pass notes to each other." Mary asked her on the way back to the girls' school after class.
"The first time I didn't reply, it means I don't like it. If he is a gentleman, he should stop trying to get my favor. But obviously he is not, regardless of the attitude of the client. Repeating what I did before will only make me more disgusted." Angela shrugged and glanced around inadvertently, then quickened her pace, but don't be accosted before going back.
"I agree with Angela on this point." Claire on the other side said at this time, she was not dissatisfied with Angela's attitude on the school day, "Boys who know how to advance and retreat are the best."
"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything," Mary said, spreading her hands.
After returning to the classroom of the girls' school, Angela sat in her seat and pulled out a blank notebook to start writing and drawing, although she knew that whenever she looked like this, it meant that she didn't like being disturbed. But Mary, Claire, and a few girls who came closer watched, as long as it didn't interrupt her work.
Angela is drawing the sub-shot, the sub-shot of "As It Is". A few days ago, she handed in the script for MTV. Although it was the first time to write a script for MTV, she thought she did a good job. Unfortunately, she was still ruthlessly rejected. It's not that her script was bad. It was made clear that the script could be bought for a sum of money and then produced, but it was really impossible for her to take charge of the director.
Although the girl was very angry at this answer, and the idea of smashing people with money almost came up again, but after thinking about it, she decided to stalk her, just like Winslet in her previous life kept sending James self-recommendation letters, or card cards. Meren Diaz runs the film company every day to get the heroine of "Grange in Disguise".
Of course, if you want to stalk the dead, you must first have the strength, and others can see it. Angela obviously couldn't shoot a scene. When she got a chance, she thought of something she was very good at in her past and present life - painting ! If you can draw three short comics for Jessica yourself, why not draw "It's Just That"? Comics and film and television have something in common, at least when it comes to storytelling with split shots!
"Angela, what exactly are you drawing?" Claire finally asked during her lunch break after seeing the girl draw on her notebook for several consecutive classes, even during her lunch break. came out.
Angela just stopped the pen, thinking about the next scene, so she raised the notebook in her hand: "You said this?"
"Yes!" Claire nodded.
Angela looked around, there was no one else, so she lowered her voice and said, "You swear not to tell anyone?"
Claire's eyes showed a look of surprise, and she hurriedly raised her hand: "I swear, I will not tell anyone! Including my mother!"
"Okay, then I'll tell you, I'm drawing MTV content for one of my songs!" the girl whispered in her ear.
"You mean you're writing the MTV script for your song?" Claire's eyes widened immediately.
"Well... well, so to speak," Angela shrugged, "I'm writing MTV's script for my song."
"Is it a song? "When the Wind Blows"? "My Eternal Life"? Or something else?" The other party asked excitedly.
"Yes - 'That's the way it is'."
"Wow, that's not bad, can you tell me the content?"
"This... Not for the time being, I'll just wait and watch MTV." Angela didn't wait for her to speak, and immediately began to lower her head and draw again. She would have to wait until Disney agreed to it. Of course, she believed that this day would not be too bad. Far.
However, God made a joke with her again. When she entrusted Sparrow to hand over the drawing, Disney declined her again. In any case, it is a bit exaggerated to let a 14-year-old child direct MTV anyway.
"It doesn't matter, I still have a way!" Angela gritted her teeth and said this after she got the news. Of course, it was said, but she had to think about how to actually operate it, or could she draw according to a completely formal sub-shot? The original was drawn in the form of comics. I thought that Disney, which started from hand-drawn animation, would like the comic format, but they didn't let it go, so it's better to draw it completely in a movie style.
Although the girl thinks this way and is doing it, there are always other things to disturb her, such as invitations from various clubs a week after the start of school!
"Wait! You said—you want me to join the school's cheerleading team?" Angela opened her mouth and looked at the girl in front of her. The other party was 17 years old and just entered the 11th grade. With black forehead hair, brown eyes and a well-proportioned figure, she looked like a Very charming.
"I heard it right, Laura?! You want me to cheer on the cheerleading team at various games?!" The girl was obviously at a loss.
"I don't think I need to repeat it again, or are you planning to reject me, um, a big star?"
"But... I can't even dance simple dances well, but you let me join the cheerleading team... This is really... " Angela smiled bitterly, a little hard to refuse. She somehow knew the senior girl in front of her. She was at the reception held by her parents. I have known Laura Roosevelt, yes, the Roosevelt family who has had two presidents, and the wax figure of one is still standing in the hall of the Natural History Museum in New York.
"It doesn't matter, just practice hard, as long as you work hard, you can succeed. You are a genius who can't even work hard, right?" Laura shrugged, then glanced at the other girls around and raised her eyebrows, "Or You plan to go to their club."
As soon as she said this, the girls who were originally sent to invite Angela by the performance department, visual effects department, etc. could not help shrinking their necks. As the queen of the school cheerleading team, she won the first place in the national cheerleading competition, and the queen of the dance party. Monica Prudence's strongest contender - said to be running for the next student body president - Laura Roosevelt is very influential among the students, and if it upsets the Queen, it will be very troublesome, very trouble!
"Okay, Laura, no matter what, this is my choice, I think... You don't have to, look at it this way." Angela said with an apologetic smile.
"That's not good, Angela, I don't want others to take you away, I want to win the No. 1 in the United States again this year!" Laura leaned down and squinted at her and said.
"Actually, I think if you really want to be No. 1 in the nation again, you'd better not invite me!" The girl shrugged, then snapped before the other frowned, "Come on, give me some time. Think about it, you can!"