Yan Zhi was woken from her sleep by the phone, and upon seeing the caller ID, she sat up from the bed at once.
"Is something wrong, Xiaoyou?"
"Zhang Zhenzhen suddenly dropped out, do you want to try your hand at being a program scriptwriter?" Lu Xiaoyou's voice was languid over the phone, unhurried.
Yan Zhi was surprised and after a moment stuttered, "Xiaoyou, can I do it? I..."
"I believe you can," Lu Xiaoyou said earnestly.
"Have you read my scripts?" Yan Zhi asked her.
"It seems... I have not, but Yan Zhi, I think you can do it. Teacher Bai Ling's team has lost its scriptwriter, and you're the only one I can trust."
Yan Zhi took several deep breaths, a surge of warmth filled her chest, and she gripped the phone tightly, "Xiaoyou, I promise you, I'll try my best to write a good script!"
Yan Zhi discussed the direction of the script with Lu Xiaoyou; Zhang Zhenzhen's script was too formulaic, and Lu Xiaoyou didn't like it.