MMB Chapter 3 Summer Vacation Officially Ends
Chapter 3 Summer Vacation Officially Ends
"Once upon a time, in a village, there was a farmer who raised three very capable donkeys."
One day, a philosopher passed by and curiously asked the three donkeys why they were working so hard.
"The first donkey said it was because he wanted to make a greater contribution to society."
"The second donkey said it was because he was afraid of the farmer's whip."
The third donkey said that since the first two worked so hard, he felt embarrassed not to work.
"So the philosopher found the farmer and ranked the three donkeys: the one that wanted to contribute was first, the one that was afraid of the whip was second, and the one that went with the flow was third."
The farmer smiled and said, "I don't care about these things; I only know that they all work just as hard."
After telling the story, Luo Jinnian walked off the stage with a stiff and unsteady gait.
The opening story originated from a clever idea of the new Chinese language teacher.
Because it was the first day of school, the students were still quite focused. She organized the whole class to take turns telling a story in her class: they could make it up themselves or tell a story they liked.
Luo Jinnian was unfortunately the first one caught, but fortunately, he liked reading and telling stories, so he made up this story on the spot, "The Three Donkeys and the Philosopher".
After the story was finished, applause erupted from the audience.
Summer vacation has officially ended, and Luo Jinnian, who has just entered the third grade, has finally escaped the torment of her family and can come to school to enjoy a moment of peace.
The weather was fine on the first day of school, with clear skies and a warm breeze on my face.
A few students felt they understood the story, but most only had a vague understanding.
But as classmates, everyone was willing to applaud the story, especially a few girls.
"Could you tell us where this story came from? For example, where did you see it and how did it resonate with you?"
Luo Jinnian stood up. He confessed truthfully that he had just made up the story:
"Teacher, this story comes from my own mind; there are no references."
He even pointed to his head, which made the whole class burst into laughter.
The Chinese teacher smiled as well and made a note of this student who was very good at telling stories.
Today was her first class as a full-fledged teacher, and fortunately the children were all well-behaved; she liked them.
get out of class is over.
Luo Jinnian went out to play cards with some boys from her class. The so-called card game involved one person placing their round cards on the ground, and another person using their round cards to flip the cards on the ground over.
The overturned cards belong to the person who overturned them.
If you don't overturn the cards, the offensive and defensive roles shift, and you put your cards on the ground for your opponent to play.
Luo Jinnian naturally didn't have any cards, so he just watched his tablemate play.
Witnessing his continuous losses, Luo Jinnian's classmate, who was bad at the game but addicted to it, felt embarrassed and gave some cards to Luo Jinnian, his chubby face showing obvious pain.
"It seems like he's flipped the card six times in a row now."
"I've never seen this expert before."
More and more people gathered around, all there to watch Luo Jinnian play cards. They gasped in shock: the power of a strong magnetic field was truly terrifying.
The person who kept losing was almost in tears, but the onlookers were still shouting for him to continue.
Luo Jinnian said he was thirsty, and a classmate he didn't know handed him one of those spray cans of Coke that were popular these days.
For the students, this thing is also a simple little spray bottle that can be used for water fights.
I sprayed it in my mouth a few times; it tasted sweet and sour, just like I knew.
The older, wealthy student was carrying dozens of packs of "Tuofei" snacks he had just bought from the corner store. These snacks cost five cents a pack and were a type of snack that Luo Jinnian remembered vividly from his childhood.
"Brother Yang is really rich."
"This is a good spot, Brother Yang, come over here and take a look."
Each person received a bag of tofu, all of which had just been taken from the convenience store's refrigerator and were still ice-cold. Brother Yang even specially gave Luo Jinnian, the expert, five bags separately.
"Thank you, Brother Yang."
Luo Jinnian also responded by calling out to everyone.
Brother Yang patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to continue.
Unable to bear the constant losses, Luo Jinnian kept changing his opponents.
As if by prior agreement, each player would lose five cards before being replaced by the next one. After a series of rounds, a small mountain of cards, made up of the losers, rose up next to Luo Jinnian.
The students watching were in high spirits, as if they were watching a thrilling battle between a man and a lion in classical times. Luo Jinnian was also infected by the excitement, and his skills became even hotter. He sent all the men who came up after him down in less than six rounds.
"Brother Luo is awesome."
At school, Luo Jinnian had already made a name for himself.
Brother Yang and his gang went to the convenience store again. This time, he bought spicy strips, which cost 50 cents a pack.
It was still one packet per person, but this time ten packets were reserved for Luo Jinnian, which was the treatment he believed a master should receive.
While eating spicy snacks and drinking sweet soda, the school bell rang at an inopportune moment.
Everyone present was still eager for more.
Luo Jinnian first returned ten times the number of cards his deskmate had lent him. He kept three cards for himself to use later, and then distributed the rest of the cards to everyone present.
"Thank you, Brother Luo."
"Brother Luo is so generous!"
"The cards I lost to Brother Luo were fewer than the cards Brother Luo gave me."
Even though they were dealt their own cards, the losers genuinely worshipped Luo Jinnian.
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"Is this the place?"
The assistant nodded in agreement: "According to the information we found, this is where he went to elementary school."
The famous director, with dark circles under his eyes, nodded, took a sip of water from his thermos, which contained goji berries. He was determined to see that precocious child again today.
He spotted someone immediately in the crowd of students leaving school. It wasn't that he had good eyesight, but rather that the boy stood out because he was surrounded by other children his age.
Similarly, Luo Jinnian spotted him at a glance. There was no way around it; the famous director's convertible sports car was simply too eye-catching among all the family sedans.
Without any hesitation, he opened the car door and got in.
Yang, who was not far away, shook his head. "They're too shameless," he said, and turned to get into a Ghost with Tom and Jerry stickers on it.
"How was your day at school? Did you behave well with your teacher?"
After a long silence, Yang said, "Dad, this joke isn't funny, and this is the fifth time you've made it."
"Ah...haha, is that so?"
Father Yang gave an awkward laugh.
I'm never doing abstract humor again. First, nobody understands my humor; second, even my son thinks I'm stupid for doing it.
I really should have had his mother pick him up today.
The other car was quiet; no one spoke, and the director seemed to be waiting for the boy to speak first.
But Luo Jinnian wasn't in a hurry; this was a good time for him to do his homework.
"Are you working that hard?"
"I'm addicted to reading; I feel uncomfortable if I don't read."
Before the director could react, the assistant next to him started commuting like a turtle, and couldn't help but laugh.
"My sister is so beautiful, she must be a big star. It's a pity I don't watch many movies, so I didn't recognize her."
The renowned director looked at his giggling assistant—this guy really has no idea what he's doing.
Although the assistant wasn't exactly a genius, she wasn't stupid either. Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she must know everything.
"I'm not a celebrity at all."
However, any girl, regardless of age, would find it hard to resist being praised by such a handsome young boy.
This is an open conspiracy.
"You said the work you wanted me to publish wasn't 'The Little Prince'?"
After some lighthearted banter, we finally got down to business.
"Yes, The Little Prince is very difficult to write, and it gets more and more difficult as you go on. I've only finished about a third of the main text so far."
Luo Jinnian handed a notebook to the person in front of him.
Summer, Fireworks, My Corpse
Qin Chuan sat up straight as soon as his name was read.
Just as the renowned director was about to begin reading the text, the script was taken back.
"You've got the wrong one, this is the one."
The boy patted his head in self-reproach, as if he had made a huge mistake.
The grass was on Qin Chuan's lips, but he found it hard to speak.
Was this kid doing it on purpose or by accident?
Luo Jinnian took out a new notebook from his backpack. This time, the title was very simple, with only two words: "Grandma".
This work originated from the Japanese "Tales of the Unusual" series. As an episodic drama, it has been serialized for 36 years until 2026, when Luo Jinnian died suddenly.
"Grandma" is considered by readers to be among the top ten in quality out of the more than 500 works serialized in this series over the decades.
The story wasn't that long, but Qin Chuan read it for a very long time because he read it over and over again.
Finally, looking up, he said briefly:
"Name your price. I only want the film adaptation rights to this work."
The assistant driving next to him was very surprised, because director Qin Chuan was well-known in the industry for only filming scripts he wrote.
A script that can move a renowned director who usually produces and distributes his own content must be extraordinary.
Luo Jinnian did not respond, but simply replied:
"This is a separate transaction."
The implication is that all we need to do today is complete today's transactions.
"Okay, so have you decided on a pen name for publishing your work?"
"Early spring tea."
This is the pen name Luo Jin used when writing online novels in his previous life.
A pen name is just a pen name. The great director believes that with the boy's undeniable talent, no matter what pen name he chooses, he will soon rise to prominence and make a name for himself.
He was probably the only one in the world who understood the talent of the boy in front of him.
"My movie needs you."
"I will not be a child star."
Luo Jinnian shook his head.
"Our deal is simply that you help me publish my work, and I'll give you the sequel to 'The Little Prince'."
As for directly helping to solve household problems, neither of them mentioned it.
Then the car returned to calm.
Back home, the famous director faced a challenge from his niece.
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"Why didn't you take me today? I was the one who contacted them for my uncle."
"And when exactly is my uncle going to read 'The Little Prince' to me? Mom said it's wrong to eat alone!"