This Star is from Earth

I Just Want to Make a Movie

'Buzz~~'

The phone on the desk is vibrating.

The biggest enemy of creation, in addition to the exhaustion of inspiration, is the various traps that hinder creation in life.

Han Jue was very wary of these traps and ignored the sound made by the vibration.

He will no longer be like in his previous life, the slightest movement on the phone will make him palpitate and panic, and even have to make a long mental preparation before answering the phone.

Now he is alone in this life, and he is just without desire, and he is completely worthless.

'It rings and it rings, I support the mountain hill from the breeze.'

Han Jue glanced at his mobile phone, smiled contemptuously and did not see who called, so he turned his head and continued to write and draw.

Han Jue wrote quickly on the paper, feeling that his thoughts were flowing and inspiration was erupting at this moment.

Salted fish, then, whether the guilt full of heart can be swept away, depends on this time.

The mobile phone screen lit up over and over again, really annoying, Han Jue covered the book on the mobile phone, simply out of sight, out of mind.

Obviously, at this time, no one can stop Han Jue's irrepressible desire to create.

Except for one person.

"Knock!"

"Knock!"

When the phone finally stopped calling, there was another non-stop knock on the door for five minutes.

Han Jue threw away the pen, scratched his hair irritably, and had to open the door.

Han Jue eventually jumped into the trap of life.

"Who!" Han Jue hid against the wall by the rattling door, holding a baseball bat in his hand, and questioned loudly.

"Me!"

While the people outside slammed the door hard, they shouted while making Han Jue unable to hear clearly.

"Don't knock! Make it clear first!" Han Jue shouted louder.

The people outside heard Han Jue's words and paused for a moment.

When Han Jue thought that the other party had listened to his advice, the people outside began to smash the door even more frantically.

"F*ck! You arrogant Chinese people! What's wrong with the Chinese dialect saying that it is not standard! You are discrimination! Even if you are..." The angry English magically passed through the sound of slamming the door and clearly reached Han Jue's ears.

It turned out to be the landlord!

Han Jue had no desire at this time, and he still couldn't afford to provoke the landlord.

Han Jue quickly put the baseball bat on the wall, blocked it with his legs, and opened the door lock, leaving a crack in the door that could expose one eye.

Looking out, he saw his landlord, Jalens.

Jalens was still wearing a three-piece standard suit, loose but as if he had picked it up.

However, the sunglasses on his face tell everyone that he is a serious homeless man.

The muscles on Jalens' face were completely tense, and his thin lips were pursed by him, almost disappearing, making Han Jue want to ask him if he was American or English.