Chapter 19： School and phone

St. John’s Elementary School, like most American schools, adopts small-class teaching. There are only a dozen students in each class. Ryan sits in the corner of the last row, holding a pen and writing books. As for What the teacher said before, I'm sorry, it doesn't have much to do with him.

"Ryan!" Mr. Bartok seemed to be asking a question, only to find that after he called his name, the guy didn't move, "Ryan Jenkins!"

"Ah~" The boy finally heard someone call his name, scratched his head, and said very bachelor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bartok, I'm lost."

"Okay." Anyway, this situation has been staged many times, and Mr. Bartok simply repeated his question, "Which four presidential statues are there on President Hill?"

President Mountain? Capitol Hill? Ryan thought for a while, and felt that it should not be the same place. Since the statue can be erected, it must be a famous American president, "George Washington, Arabraham Lincoln..."

Seeing Mr. Bartok nod his head gently, the boy felt a little more confident in his answer. Anyway, the American president he knew the name was either assassinated or very famous. I think it should not be the short-lived ghosts. "Franklin ? Roosevelt."

Mr. Bartok frowned.

"Ah, I remember, John F. Kennedy and George Bush."

When the name behind him came out, some of the classmates in the classroom snickered, and the corners of Ryan's mouth trembled. In his urgency, the old cowboy's name blurted out.

Fortunately, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, ending Ryan's embarrassment. What is rare is that Mr. Bartok did not say anything. He packed up the teaching materials and left the classroom.

The time has entered April. Los Angeles is sunny and sunny. The second class in the afternoon is physical education. There is no broadcast gymnastics, no simplified Tai Chi, and more enlightenment and fun games, as well as baseball and basketball. .

Of course, football is the most popular here, but because of age, the school has some restrictions in this regard.

"Ryan, don't you feel bored? How about playing baseball together?" It was the tallest child in the class except him, named Jerry, who had the same name as the famous mouse.

This is not the first time the other party has invited him. Like all transfer students, when they come to a new school, they will always encounter some troubles, but Ryan knocks down the sixth-grade black big man who came to find fault. , Everyone's eyes on him changed, and some small groups of children of the same age wanted to invite him to join.

"That... okay." Ryan nodded in response. Jerry and the people around him, although a little naive, were pretty good.

After a simple warm-up, Ryan took over the children's bat, learned the appearance of a professional athlete on the TV, and assumed a standard batting posture.

"Wow, Ryan, you look professional." Peter, the receiver behind the boy, disturbed.

Jerry tossed the baseball lightly upwards, looking confident, just as Peter's words sounded, he threw the baseball in his hand after a fake move.

"梆~"

The seemingly fast baseball was extremely slow in Ryan's eyes. He swung the bat and hit it hard.

With a "swish", the baseball soared into the sky, and after flying dozens of feet away, it landed on the ground.

"Wow~ Ryan, that's great!" The crowd on the sidelines cheered and was happier than the boy, "Homer~"

Jerry blinked with an unbelievable look. After a while, he said, "Ryan, you should join our baseball team!"

"Come on, Jerry, you know, I'm very busy." The boy refused without thinking.

"Yeah, we all know you are busy, but no one knows what you are up to? Ryan, what do you write every day?" When Jerry asked, other classmates shouted in the distance." Hey, can you help us throw the basketball over?"

It was the sound from a small outdoor basketball court separated by a barbed wire from the baseball field. The ghost knew how these guys did it, and they were able to throw basketballs here.

Ryan stepped forward and stepped on the bouncing basketball under his feet. With a light toe, the basketball lifted off the ground almost subconsciously. He did more than a dozen fancy **** in a row, even though he didn't play much in his life. Past, but those techniques that were practiced in the previous life seem to be imprinted in the soul.

"Hey, Ryan, return the basketball to us quickly."

I couldn't wait to start urging, Ryan simply picked it hard, and when the ball fell, he drew on the ball with the tight outer instep of his right foot.

His original intention was to kick the ball through the barbed wire and return it to those in the distance. Who knows, in the stunned everyone, the basketball drew a beautiful parabola, hit the backboard, and made a "clam". After that, he fell into the basket with great accuracy.

Everyone, including Ryan himself, looked at each other, what's the matter?

In the sound of inhaling cold air, the boy can only scratch his head. Even if David Beckham comes, he may not be able to play so accurately. Well, he admits that although his previous life is among the fans, his skills are still Not bad, but this kick is completely blind, and let him kick a hundred times, or even a thousand times, may not be so accurate.

"Hey, Ryan, wait for me."

The boy was walking towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back. Jerry and the others chased him up from behind, "Are you going home? Why don't we go and play together."

"Sorry, Jerry." Walking out of the school gate, Ryan pointed to an Audi on the side of the road, "Someone has come to pick me up, let's get another day."

Watching the boy follow a tall girl into the car, Peter asked, "Is that Ryan's mother? It looks so beautiful."

"No, I've heard people say that it seems to be Ryan's sister." Jerry seemed thoughtful, "It's really more beautiful than the big stars on TV."

Back to the apartment, Nicole checked the time. It was not too early, so he had to hurry, entered the cloakroom, and took out the dress prepared for the boy.

"Ryan, hurry up, can you handle it by yourself?" Nicole asked.

"No problem, it's just a trivial matter." The boy took the dress and walked into his room.

A white shirt, a dark blue western dress, and a bow tie of the same color. Although it is a bit troublesome to wear, it is not that difficult for Ryan, who has received a year of British etiquette education.

Compared to when he was shooting "Sixth Sense", he has grown a lot taller now. His thin body has gradually gained some muscles. After long-term unremitting exercise, he finally saw the effect.

"Ryan, the phone is ringing, go pick it up."

It was no ordinary trouble for women to dress up. The boy had to quickly adjust the clothes and ran into the living room.

"Hello, this is Ryan Jenkins and Nicole Kidman!"

"Ryan, you annoying fellow, you deceived me!" There was a somewhat familiar girl's voice opposite.

"Nate?" the boy asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's me. Ryan, isn't the little boy on the Sixth Sense poster you?" Natalie was obviously questioning.

"Yup…"

"Then why are you deceiving me, saying that you are a small character without lines in the movie."

The boy blinked, this...this is obviously a slap, "Hey, Nat, I remember it very clearly, you said this sentence!"

"Really?" Natalie on the phone seemed to be reminiscing. After a while, she still said unconvinced, "But you didn't deny it at the time."

"But I didn't admit it either!" Just like when talking on the phone in the past, the two of them always started screaming before they could say a few words.

"Also, is the Ryan Jenkins behind the screenwriter also you?"

"Yes it is."

"Why didn't you tell you, because you said it was my friend, you deceived me, Ryan!"

"Hey, Nat, have you never asked, okay? Am I going to jump in front of you and say to myself, dear Nat, I wrote a script and played a major role in it?"

"Then you discussed so many movie topics with me in your letter, but you never mentioned it."

"I didn't mention it because I was afraid of hitting your young and fragile heart." Anyway, the boy just entangled him arrogantly.

"Do you think such a small matter can hit me?" Natalie's vicious voice came through the earpiece. "Ryan, wait and see, I will definitely give it to you when we meet next time." You look good."

"Then I will wait and see."

After the routine quarrel ended, the two of them spoke a lot more calmly. After asking about each other's recent situation, Ryan said, "Will you go to see this movie, Nat?"

"Yes. I have asked my mother to buy the tickets."

"Let's do this." Seeing Nicole appear in the living room, the boy realized that the call should be over, "Say hello to Mr. Avner and Mrs. Shelly for me."

This is the first weekend since April. The post-production "Sixth Sense" has already been completed. After a series of publicity, it will finally be released. Twenty million US dollars are coming to Miramax That said, it's already a big investment. Anyway, the money has been spent so much, so it is necessary to hold a premiere.

As the screenwriter of the movie and one of the most important actors, Ryan received Harvey Weinstein’s notice early. Of course, at his current age, he can find an excuse to refuse, but he has already set the road for the future. Set in this circle, as his works increase, it will be sooner or later to participate in the premiere.

Besides, any circle has its own rules of the game, and those who break the rules will not be welcomed anywhere. What's more, he and Harvey Weinstein have already reached an agreement on certain things in publicity.

From the boy's point of view, stretching one's head and shrinking one's head is also a knife. Why not use this opportunity to maximize the benefits you can get?

ask for collection~~ ask for tickets~