It seems that the dull atmosphere will never belong to the Ice Emperor. There are too many things to distract your energy and make you have no time to be frustrated or worried.
The ice emperor’s cultural sacrifice is about to begin. My careful thoughts are not so important at this happy moment. Even I have begun to hypnotize myself and tell myself not to be too nervous.
In the noisy classroom, everyone was discussing cultural festivals together. I felt that there was a strong excitement and urge to try. To be honest, my current mood is a bit complicated. On the one hand, I am looking forward to participating in such a celebration for the first time. On the other hand, I doubted my past life for a moment, karate, kendo, tea ceremony, ikebana-I am for the person who loves me. I tried my best, but... Looking at the smiling faces in front of me, I probably understand the kind of happiness that my parents hope to give me, that is exclusive to the children, a carefree life.
"Yeah, Sak!" Oda's call woke me up. He bent his body and hooked my neck, his other hand was still in my hair. "Your kid has been in a daze. Did you think of a good idea? "
This is a normal "interaction" between boys, but we don't often do this. After all, it is a noble school. Appearance is what I want to talk about. Today, I am afraid this guy Oda is too excited.
I lamented in my heart, I don't know how many times I rolled my eyes. Fortunately, Chotaro pushed Oda back without a trace. I smiled thankfully at him, and he scratched his hair embarrassedly. Since knowing that I am a girl, Chotaro has always been careful to protect me and try to avoid physical contact between me and boys. I am very grateful to him, but I have to say that he is still a little awkward to get along with me, probably because he is not good at dealing with girls. Get along.
"Oh, I thought of one..." I deliberately prolonged my voice like to stun their appetite, pretending to be mysterious, "Screaming at the haunted house!"
"Cut~" Ishii was the first to despise me, muttering dissatisfiedly, "Really, what's so dark about!"
I snorted at him, wondering if he was afraid of ghosts. "You don't understand, what you want is the thrilling in the dark, think about it, zombies, ghosts, headless ghosts, long tongue ghosts, and another Hyakki Nocturnal, ha, it will definitely scare people to death."
Oda rolled his eyes and looked at me speechlessly, "Unexpectedly you still have such a bad taste."
"What? Sakura's idea is good~ I can see girls screaming and scared, maybe..."
Shang Yuan's eyes started to bubble, and he was about to succumb to halazi. Although he was right on my side, I really didn't want to look at his idiot. There was a chill.
In fact, I have this proposal to find some small benefits for myself. Yoshida is an organization committee member. It is difficult not to participate. I am afraid that the dark is terribly scared and I don’t want to be a ghost or weird thing. I just want to get a seat at the door. There are two worlds inside and outside the house. Whenever I don’t keep them together, I can sneak in to other classes to enjoy...
But as a result, my wishful thinking was wrong. The theme of our class this year is "Honey Dessert House". What makes me uncomfortable is that I did get a seat at the door, and I was still with Chang Taro, but it was obvious that we were used as a doorman to be a customer. The monitor said, "You must show the theme of'Honey'!"
Please, we are not Cowboys. I was angry about this all day until the afternoon club activities.
"How can you do this… "
I kept complaining to Nagataro about the unscrupulous crimes of some of the people in the class, but he just listened to me quietly with a faint smile, and nodded where he agreed with. Generally speaking, it was calm, unlike my chest and feet. Uneven.
I frowned and looked at Chotaro and asked, "Cataro, aren't you angry?"
He was stunned for a moment, squeezed his eyebrows, and smiled embarrassedly, somewhat silly, "Last year it was like this..."
Poor, it turned out to be a habit of being abused.
For Chotaro, it seems that as long as he can do it, he is willing to help others. As a friend, I admit that I like Nagataro very much, and sometimes I even treat him unconsciously because he is a good and sunny person.
I looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, "Nagataro, let's go on strike that day!"
Chotaro blinked, and said with the warmest smile in spring, "Okay..."
My mood was relieved a bit because of Chotaro's good cooperation, but in the afternoon I ran into Muko and Yu on the way to the tennis court. When he didn't speak much, he heard Xiang Ri yelling. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the upcoming show of the Tennis Club at the Cultural Festival.
"Xiang Ri-senpai, what a big temper~"
Xiang Ri turned around to see me, rolled his eyes, and snorted coldly: "If you know the truth, I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh."
"What's the matter?" Xianghi's bitter melon face made Chotaro very worried, so he asked cautiously.
Xiangri yelled again in dissatisfaction, "This year's cultural festival is actually a drama, I don't understand what the Ministry of Culture is thinking!"
"Really?" I haven't touched the drama, but I feel uncomfortable thinking of being watched by a large number of people. But... I think of one thing, "The tennis club will play the drama, the drama club wants Why?"
Xiang Ri and Chang looked at each other, and they seemed to think that I had a lot of questions. Fortunately, Xiang Ri answered me very seriously, "No one can resist the decision of Rubu, and the guys in the drama club don't have to worry about it."
"I remember..." Chotaro thought about it carefully, scratched his face again, and looked at me embarrassedly, "It seems that last year's football show was a basketball club show, but then they... well, they were sent to the drama club to make sets. Up."
"..."
Looking at Nagataro in a daze, I have nothing to say. The naked exploitation of the track club has made me ashamed of playing in the tennis club so far, but at the same time I found a little psychological comfort, a consistent bully behavior. . . .
However, Xiang Ri seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He clapped his hands and said, "Just so, let the drama club help the basketball team this year!"
A piece of crow flew by. . . . . . . . .
To end this topic, we walked into the tennis court together, somehow, a kind of ominous premonition was born.
Today was a special meeting held by the Tennis Club for the cultural festival. Uncle did not come to the tennis court. Obviously, the Track Club could do whatever he wanted. I unconsciously shrank from behind the crowd.
After all the candidates and a few backup representatives were assembled in the fairly spacious lounge, the trace department took a book from Huadi's hand and slapped it on the table, attracting people to squeeze forward and take a look.
""Cinderella"!" Several wailing voices sounded together.
Xiang Ri was the first to jump up, "Timbu, don't you want to play this bad script?!"
"Obe, this kind of thing has always been up to you. This time, I suggest you reconsider." Shito's face was expressionless, and he looked at the Obe with a stinking face.
"Okay, well, as far as I know, this is the new script of the drama club, so don't make it too difficult for the drama club." It is very suitable to come out to make a round, "the content of the script has been changed."
It’s not those people who changed. The prince finally got married with Cinderella. Could it be that he married one of the vicious sisters instead? I can't help but slander.
Of course, the drama club will not only have such bad scripts as "Cinderella", but there are not many that meet the requirements of the Ministry of Records. In addition, this young master cannot be performed by others, so the drama club's new screenplay "Cinderella" "It will be used. Bad drama, no one has been interested in it for a long time. The tennis club is very popular, and all of them are beautiful and beautiful, and they are the biggest selling point.
When I revealed the news to Yumi and Reiko, the two of them showed great enthusiasm and inquired about the character arrangements, but this was just... The nasty guy in the trail department finally picked me out from the crowd, The task of assigning roles is handed over to me, and I am arrogantly demanding that I make everyone'willingly' play the role. This must be more difficult than reaching the sky!
If unfortunately, a reverse role-Cinderella, a vicious sister, or a maid, is arranged for the Trail Department, he will certainly not embrace it in style, and he may kill someone. Therefore, if you are involved in unthankful work, you have to fight for reasons.
"Old rules, lottery, don't go back on what you catch!" I slanted a glance, "You too." When I arrived at the tennis club's lounge the next day, I made a statement first.
The trace department did not speak as acquiescence.
"The cultural festival is really troublesome. It's okay to play any one of them." Xiang Ri was very cooperative and started the lottery first.
However, the result of the lottery...
Xiangri is Cinderella’s vicious second sister, Hiyoshi is the vicious older sister, Shinzo is Cinderella’s stepmother, Shido is the king, Su is the queen, Chotaro is the prince’s guard, Huadi is Cinderella’s coachman, and Cilang is the help Cinderella's witch, just say a few words and go to bed. It seems that Trace Department is always destined to be the most dazzling star, and he actually let him catch the prince, and I was actually-Cinderella! The props for the lottery were made by myself, so there is no reason to reject this unfortunate fact. New Bayi Chinese Website is first published at https://(www). https://m/.x81zw./com/
"It's very suitable for you." Shinji said with a smile on his face pointedly.
I didn't pay attention to him, I held the note of the lottery tightly in my hand, maybe my face was flushed and I went out pretending to be calm.
It's one thing not to like acting in a drama, but another thing to not wanting to play "Cinderella". Recently, I was worried about changing my disguise. Now let me put on girl's clothes. Isn't it easy to get exposed? In short, it is the bad track department and the abuse of power to oppress others, and it hurts me, this downright villain! ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
Anyway, chattering and gnashing my teeth, I can only count on the trails to relieve my anger in my heart. After all, there is no way to use him. My uncle is not here, and he rushes to find the trails theory. It is not my own disadvantage, and I muttered unconsciously, "I Don’t do this!"
"What do you want to do?" Tracebu suddenly said out behind me, looking in a rare good mood.
I glanced at him, turned my head, and sat on the bench by myself, so I didn't want to talk to this person.
"Let the uncle guess, are you worried about your own clothes?"
Hearing him say that, like a frustrated ball, I sullenly responded: "Yes, it's all bad for you." Then I looked up at him, and he was still in a good mood, so I cautiously asked: "I can Abstain, can't it be replaced by someone else?"
"No!" replied categorically, with Rubu's unique domineering tone as always, but this time, his dominance did not persist to the end, "Well, I'll change with you."
I can't believe my ears at all, but Rubu is willing to switch roles with me. It's incredible. Could it be his conscience discovered? With his own uncertainty, he asked softly: "Really?"
"Of course." He raised his eyebrows, and I must admit that his expression was pleasing to my eyes for the first time.
"Um, that trace department... I didn't expect that sometimes you can be a nice person."
I laughed twice, but in exchange for the expression of killing people.