Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 181 High School Club

Mr. Edmund on the podium is a black old man in his 50s. Wearing a pair of round glasses, he looks very friendly, but his head is a little bald.

He teaches mathematics, and Angela's biggest headache is mathematics, but what makes her even more troublesome is that she has to face occasional notes while listening hard. Blended classroom.

"Mary, can't you not give me this kind of thing?" Seeing the black girl in front of her put another note on her desk, Angela couldn't help but frowned and said.

"Of course not, Angela, you have to know how enthusiastic other people are, how can you ignore it, and he will be sad." Mary in front turned her head sideways and made a face at her, obviously she thought it was helping others .

A head full of inappropriate romantic fantasies.The girl commented so, then picked up the note, put it in the upper left corner without looking at it, she suddenly hated the drawerless desks in American classrooms, she couldn’t throw them where others couldn’t see them, she could only put them in the On the other hand, this might encourage that guy instead, but it seems a little rude to crumple it up and throw it on the ground—obviously, at this moment, she is thinking in the East—but that guy is likely to continue to pass the note, Because this is already the fourth note in this class.

Nasty guy, too thick-skinned.Angela was annoyed. When she thought of the flowers, birds and words with special meanings on the first note, she felt uncomfortable, but she had clearly shown an indifferent attitude, and that guy kept harassing her I really don't make any sense!

In his previous life, he also knew formulas such as not having a thick skin and not being able to catch up with girls, but she never thought that one day she would encounter such a thing.

Just at this time, Mr. Edmund just asked a question on the blackboard: "So, which gentleman or lady can come up and solve this equation?"

The girl glanced at the blackboard, thought about it, it wasn't too difficult, and immediately raised her hand.

"Okay, Miss Angela." Although several people raised their hands at the same time, Edmund still chose Angela.Celebrities, in some respects, always have a certain degree of bonus.

Angela stepped forward to the blackboard, took the chalk and thought for a few seconds, and then began to write after thinking through the solution method. Although science is her weakness, after all, the foundation of her previous life is still there. .The heuristic education in the United States can open up her mind very well, so the general algebra questions are not difficult for her.

Soon, she finished solving the equation, then turned 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 let that guy take care of himself.

However, that guy obviously didn't have this awareness. Just when Mr. Edmund started to explain Angela's problem-solving method, another note fell from Mary's hand.

This time Angela was really angry. She immediately crumpled up all the notes and threw them on the ground.This move clearly expressed her attitude.So, before the end of the whole class, 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.

"I didn't reply the first time, which means I don't like it. If he is a gentleman, he should stop trying to find another way if he wants to get my favor. But obviously he is not, regardless of the attitude of the person involved. Repeating what I did before will only make me more disgusted." Angela shrugged, and at the same time glanced around inadvertently, and then quickened her pace, 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 first day of school, "Boys who know how to advance and retreat are the best."

"Well, well, I didn't say anything," said Mary, spreading her hands.

After returning to the classroom at the girls' school, Angela sat on her seat, took out a blank notebook, and began to write and draw, although everyone knew that whenever she looked like this, it meant that she didn't like being disturbed.But Mary, Claire, and a few girls who were closer were watching, as long as they didn't interrupt her work.

Angela was drawing the storyboard, the storyboard of "That's It."A few days ago, she submitted the script for MTV. Although it was the first time she wrote an MTV script, she thought she did a good job, but unfortunately she was still ruthlessly rejected. It's not that her script was bad, Disney was very concerned. It was clearly stated that the script could be purchased for a sum of money and then produced, but it was really not possible for her to take charge of the director.

Although the girl was very angry at this answer, and the idea of ​​throwing money at someone almost came up again, but after thinking twice, she decided to stalk and beat him, just like in the previous life, Winslet kept sending letters of recommendation to James, or carding James. Meren Diaz runs to the film company every day in order to get the heroine of "The Masquerade".

Of course, if you want to stalk indiscriminately, you must first have strength and be visible to others. It is obviously impossible for Angela to shoot a scene. Suddenly, she thought of something that she was very good at in her past and present lives—painting painting!Since I could draw three short comics for Jessica, why not draw "It Is What It Is"?Comics and film and TV have something in common, at least when it comes to storytelling with separate shots!

"Angela, what exactly are you drawing?" Claire finally asked during the lunch break after seeing the girl drawing in her notebook during her spare time for several consecutive classes, even during the break after lunch. out.

Angela just stopped writing, thinking about the next shot, so she raised the notebook in her hand: "You mean this?"

"Yes!" Claire nodded.

Angela looked around, but there was no one else, so she lowered her voice and said, "You swear not to tell anyone?"

There was a look of surprise in Claire's eyes, and she hurriedly raised her hand and said, "I swear, I won't tell anyone! Including my mother!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you, I'm drawing the MTV content of one of my songs!" the girl whispered in her ear.

"You mean you're writing an MTV script for your song?" Claire's eyes widened immediately.

"Well... well, let's put it this way," Angela shrugged, "I'm writing a script for my song for MTV."

"Is it a song? "When the Wind Blows"? "My Eternal Life"? Or something else?" the other party asked excitedly.

"Yes—"That's What It Is."

"Wow, that's not bad, can you tell me about it?"

"This... not for the time being, I'd better wait and watch MTV." Angela didn't wait for her to speak, and immediately began to draw with her head down again. If she had to say it, she would have to wait for Disney to agree to her. Of course, she believed that this day would not happen. too far.

However, God made a joke with her again. When she entrusted Sparrow with the drawing, Disney once again declined her. In any case, it is a bit exaggerated to let a 14-year-old child direct MTV.

"It's okay, I still have a way!" Angela gritted her teeth and said this after getting the news. Of course, it's a matter of course, but she still has to think about how to actually operate it, or can she draw it according to a completely regular shot?The original one was drawn in the form of comics. I thought that Disney, who started out as a hand-drawn animation, would like the format of comics, but they didn't reject it, so it should be drawn in a completely movie style.

Although the girl thinks this way and is doing the same, there are always other things to disturb her, such as invitations from various clubs after the first week of school!

"Wait! You said——you want me to join the school's cheerleading squad?" Angela opened her mouth and looked at the girl in front of her. The girl was 17 years old and just entered the 11th grade. She had black forehead hair, brown eyes and a well-proportioned figure. Looks very charming.

"Did I hear you right, Laura?! You want me to cheer on the sidelines when I participate in various games?!" The girl was obviously at a loss.

"I don't think I need to repeat it again, or you plan to reject me, um, big star?"

"But... I can't even dance simple dances well, but you let me join the cheerleading team... This is really..." Angela smiled wryly, and it was a bit difficult to refuse. She knew the senior girl in front of her, and she was in the parents' organization. I met Laura Roosevelt at the cocktail party, yes, that is the Roosevelt family that gave birth to two presidents, and the wax figure of one is still standing in the lobby of the Museum of Natural History in New York.

"It doesn't matter, just practice hard, as long as you work hard, you can succeed, you are a genius, you can't even work hard?" Laura shrugged, then glanced at the other girls around, raised her eyebrows, "Or You're going to go to their club."

As soon as she said this, the girls who had been sent to invite Angela by the performing arts department, visual effects department, etc. could not help shrinking their necks. As the queen of the school cheerleading team, she participated in the national cheerleading competition and won No.1, the prom queen. Monica Prudence's strongest contender - and is said to be running for the next student body president - Laura Roosevelt is very influential among the students, and it will be troublesome if the queen is not happy ,very troublesome!

"Okay, Laura, no matter what, this is my choice, I think...you don't need it, just like this." Angela said with a smile.

"That can't be done, Angela, I don't want other people to snatch you away, and I want to win the first place in the United States again this year!" Laura said, leaning down and looking at her with squinted eyes.

"Actually, I think if you really want to win the No. [-] in the United States again, you'd better not invite me to participate!" The girl shrugged, and then rushed to say before the other party frowned: "Well, give me some time Think about it, you can do it!"