Literary Master: Starting with Refusing to Be a Child Star

Chapter 67 A Middle-Aged Woman's Two-Year Imprisonment

"Given that Ms. Du Ying has been beating and scolding her child for a long time, and the circumstances are egregious, she is guilty of child abuse and sentenced to two years in prison."

In court, the middle-aged woman received her final verdict.

"I disagree, I want to appeal!"

She already struggled to accept losing custody of her child, and now, with two years in prison, what will become of her?

Emerging from the long, dark passage, the boy walked slowly alone. The outside world was bright, and he could already see Uncle Qin and the others.

"Uncle, would you like to make a TV series?"

Uncle Qin was taken aback by the question, but he still answered sincerely, "If there's a good script, definitely."

"This time I want to be fully involved in the production of a TV series, and it's a TV series where the minor lead is a complete villain, and the content is about the unimaginable developments caused by family conflicts."

A TV series that really reflects real life.

"I've already thought of a name, it'll be called 'The Hidden Corner'." Luo Jinnian recently finished filming Director Mo's new online movie, "Summer, Fireworks, My Corpse".

Uncle Qin didn't know why Luo Jinnian, who had always resisted acting, seemed to have gone crazy. He started organizing another project as soon as he left one film crew.

It's as if they're afraid of something.

Yes, Luo Jinnian was afraid to go back to school, and all the things that had happened outside had naturally spread throughout the school.

Winter break is over, and school has been in session for many days now.

The whole class now knows that Luo Jinnian was acting outside when he wasn't at school, but they also know about the changes in his family.

This is why Luo Jinnian initially didn't want to elaborate on the matter at all. Even if you are the victim in a family incident, you will be affected in every aspect of your life, from the internet to your daily life.

Little Fatty called him a while ago, "Brother Luo, are you alright? We were all worried about you."

Yang Ge, who was standing nearby, also said, "My house is quite big. If it's really not possible, you can come and stay at my house."

"It's okay, I have my own rented place outside, and acting is still quite lucrative."

Besides, Luo Jinnian also has income from royalties; he doesn't go to school simply because he doesn't want to deal with all sorts of miscellaneous concerns.

It's still more enjoyable to fight with older women; these tender moments are hard to handle.

"Could you tell me more about the story behind your novel, 'The Hidden Corner'?"

Fei Yuxi also came over. She hadn't heard her brother tell stories in a long time. Director Qin also avoided telling her that the new stories were not suitable for children.

If her brother could write stories like that, why should she only be able to read "The Little Prince"? But she did like "The Little Prince." She didn't know what love was in the story, but she liked the Little Prince's loneliness and read the fairy tale over and over again.

"Actually, I already knew what to do." Luo Jinnian said as the protagonist pushed his father-in-law and mother-in-law off the mountain.

The question, "Do you think I still have a chance?" made Director Qin, sitting in the passenger seat, slap his thigh repeatedly. He had never had such a wonderful start.

"You know, I've always wanted to make a TV series, and this one I'll make using the film production standards that I'm good at."

"Give me the script quickly."

"No rush, wait a week."

Fei Yuxi asked timidly from the side, "So, brother, are you still not going back to school?"

Luo Jinnian was silent for a while. He realized that running away wasn't a good idea. "I'll go to school tomorrow. I'll finish writing the manuscript for 'The Hidden Corner' there."

The next day, the boy stood at the school gate, his backpack strap digging into his shoulders, his steps heavier than when he entered the courtroom.

The March wind still carried a chill, and the magnolias on campus were in full bloom, their white petals falling on both sides of the path like a thin layer of snow. The security guard recognized him and waved from afar: "Hey, Xiao Luo's back? Long time no see." Luo Jinnian forced a smile in response, and the moment he turned and walked into the school gate, he felt countless eyes pressing against him from behind the windows of the teaching building.

Actually, no one was watching him from the window. The third-floor corridor was empty; it was during class time, and only the sound of students reading aloud could be heard from the classrooms. He gripped the strap of his backpack, which contained the scene outlines for the first two episodes of "The Hidden Corner." He had been writing them alone in his rented room until 3 a.m. last night, and Uncle Qin had asked him about his progress this morning.

The new classroom for fourth grade is at the far end of the second floor. Someone spilled water in the corridor, and the floor is wet.

"Luo Ge!"

Xiao Pang's voice boomed down the hallway, and several boys in the back row of the classroom stood up in unison. The Chinese teacher stood on the podium, adjusted his glasses, but didn't show any surprise—the homeroom teacher had probably given prior notice.

"Come in, have a seat." Teacher Liu pointed to his original seat, her tone as indifferent as if Luo Jinnian was just late.

Luo Jinnian walked past the podium with his head down, feeling the entire class's gaze follow him like spotlights. Some people whispered, their voices low, but the words "court," "news," and "his mother" still reached his ears. The girl in the front row glanced at him and quickly lowered her head again, her face flushed red.

Luo Jinnian walked to his seat by the window. The desk was clean and tidy, obviously no one had sat there—Xiao Pang and his friends had reserved it. He stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer, took out his Chinese textbook, propped it up on the desk, and stared blankly at the ancient poems written on the blackboard.

"Tao Yuanming resigned from his official post and went into seclusion, pursuing a kind of spiritual freedom..." Teacher Liu's voice seemed to come from near and far.

Little Fatty leaned over from next door and whispered, "Brother Luo, I'll treat you to chicken legs for lunch. It's from the new stall in the cafeteria on the third floor."

Yang nudged him from behind: "I'm number one, I spoke first."

As soon as the bell rang and Mr. Liu stepped out of the classroom, seven or eight people surrounded him. Some asked what movie he was filming, some said they had seen his short film online, and some cautiously asked, "Are you alright?"—the latter part of the question was swallowed back down, leaving only a polite tone.

Little Fatty, on the other hand, was the most natural, tugging at his sleeve and pulling him outside: "Come on, come on, I'll show you something good. Brother Yang has organized a gathering; we're going to the rooftop during lunch break..."

"The rooftop?" Luo Jinnian paused. In his script, he had just written that Zhang Dongsheng asked, "Do you think I still have a chance?" on the rooftop.

"Forget the rooftop, let's just go to the stairwell." Little Fatty dragged him through the corridor, where sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the entire corridor. As they passed the next classroom, Sister Chu Qingning suddenly called out, "Little brother!" He instinctively turned around, but she had already retreated behind the door, leaving only a series of jeers.

As soon as the English class ended, he was called to the office.

"Sit down." The homeroom teacher pulled over a chair, sat down behind his desk, unscrewed his thermos, and blew on the tea leaves. "You've fallen behind in your studies. I'll find a tutor to help you with math; you can set a time."

"Thank you, homeroom teacher."

"You're welcome, it's my pleasure." Old Zhou took another sip of water. "I heard about your play. Just make sure it doesn't interfere with your studies." He pulled a form from the manila envelope on the table and pushed it in front of Luo Jinnian. "It's a city-wide essay competition. You're an art student, so you can definitely write a good essay. Represent our class and enter one. There will be bonus points for first prize."

The homeroom teacher, once again displaying his desire to save trouble, assigned the task of writing the essay directly to Luo Jinnian.

He naturally didn't know Luo Jinnian's identity as a writer; he simply didn't want the hassle.

Luo Jinnian picked up the form and glanced at it. The registration deadline was next Friday. He looked up at Lao Zhou, who was looking down at his lesson plan, speaking in a businesslike tone: "Whether you write it or not is up to you. I've already assigned the task. That's all. Go back to class."