As a result, the agreed-upon fairy tale adaptation drama performance, in the end, still went wrong.
On the day of the school celebration, the auditorium was overcrowded, and the school leader was an old man with a beard, sitting in the front row with a smile on his face.
The lights on the stage were brilliant, the dance classes were taking their curtain call, and the auditorium was full of applause.
"Who else is familiar with the script?" The drama director hurriedly shuttled backstage, his tone urgent.
The students who were about to perform on stage looked at each other in blank dismay. An Jin and Yu Chu stood in the corner.
The young man raised his eyes slightly and glanced over there.
There were people passing by around, and they all seemed to cast their gazes. The boy in the dragon suit is slender, leaning against the pillar, cold and lazy.
Yu Chu kept in mind his duties as a follower, and stood beside the bamboo horse to help him block some of his sight.
An Jin looked down at her for a few seconds, then slightly raised her lips, and said in a low voice, "Stand over here."
Xiao Qingmei looked up at him.
"You're about to be hit by someone." The boy whispered, holding her wrist and pulling her closer. His white and slender fingers were exposed from under the dragon suit, and they looked very beautiful.
When Mu Qiqi walked over, he saw this harmonious scene. In fact, An Jinla Yu Chu's movement was not obvious, and she quickly withdrew her hand, not paying much attention to this move.
But Mu Qiqi caught it.
She suddenly seemed to have a fishbone stuck in her throat. She was extremely uncomfortable, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and walk over, glanced at Yu Chu, and smiled gently, "Student An and junior sister Chuchu, who used to be Do you know him? It looks very familiar."
The boy didn't speak.
His gaze was fixed on the front, with a slightly indifferent and lazy expression, as if he didn't pay attention to Mu Qiqi at all.
Yu Chu glanced at Mu Qiqi, who was blushing, and showed his white teeth, "Why is senior sister Mu here? I saw something happened in the play..."
Both of them ignored her question, Mu Qiqi felt a little embarrassed, coughed awkwardly, and then continued softly: "It seems to be the classmate who plays the prince... because of a temporary accident, I can't come."
This situation stunned Yu Chu for a moment. She turned to look at An Jin, but the boy didn't respond.
... Also, it's none of his business.
Yu Chu stood on tiptoe and glanced in the direction of the director of the drama, "Then can we still find someone to act?"
"It's not easy to find. You need to be familiar with the script and have participated in rehearsals..." Mu Qiqi was replying when someone came from behind and pulled her away.
"Sister Chuchu, do you want to think about playing the role of the prince?" The director of the drama stared at Yu Chu with bright eyes as if seeing a savior.
When she rushed over to face Yu Chu, the young man next to her stood up slightly, but when she heard her words, An Jin was startled and didn't speak.
"Apart from the actors, you were the only one who participated in the whole rehearsal. The situation was too sudden... I can only ask you, we never thought of this kind of thing before..."
The president almost cried while holding her hand. Yu Chu couldn't laugh or cry, and briefly recalled the content of the rehearsal—the prince just waved his sword along the way, and after saving the princess, he borrowed a kiss to call off the curtain.
She glanced at Mu Qiqi.
As expected, Mu Qiqi's face was stiff.
Feeling mischievous, Yu Chu nodded and agreed with a smile, "Good president, I will act."