Hang me up!

Is this busy?

Forget it, I'll ask later, I'm going to meet anyway.

The Central Welfare Institute is not far from No. 1 Middle School, Xiao Leng and Chu Zhenyu also got down and down on the road several times and bought a lot of snacks to satisfy their hunger.

So the two groups of people appeared at the door of No. 1 Middle School at about the same time.

The four of them walked in together, and when they passed the security room, the jubilant Uncle Yan gave each of them a handful of red and bright candy.

A small security room was instantly bustling.

Zhou Zhao smiled with a line of white teeth: "Uncle Yan, when will our head teacher get married? ”

"Oops, it's coming, it's coming. Uncle Yan smiled brighter and kinder, and his old face was full of folds.

"When the time comes, I'll ask that son to send a message in your class group, you must remember to come. ”

Zhou Zhao and Chu Zhenyu chatted with Uncle Yan for a while, and the more they chatted, the more cheerful they became, and in the end, Yan Qiyao secretly pulled them.

The four of them just stepped on the spot.

In the auditorium of No. 1 Middle School, there were already a large number of people standing on the platform, and the Cultural Affairs Committee was bouncing around in the crowd waving at them.

The Cultural Committee is too short, Jiao's best spokesperson, and he really has to jump up to make people see the waving hand.

Chu Zhenyu took the lead and walked over, and the Cultural Affairs Committee immediately hugged her with a high chest.

Because Chu Zhenyu is a lot taller than her, the feet of the Cultural Affairs Committee have left the ground, moving in the air, and the dishonest hand is still on Chu Zhenyu's head: "Oh, Chu Chu, your hair is so bright, like a yellowing light bulb." ”

Chu Zhenyu gritted his teeth and rubbed the Cultural Committee on the pillar next to him, and the Cultural Committee laughed non-stop.

After the two enthusiastically finished talking about the old days, the Cultural Affairs Committee jumped off the stage very flexibly, took three copies of the script from the empty seats in the first row and handed them to Xiao Leng and the others.

"This is a play I wrote myself, can you see it?

And then the roles are also arranged for you.,It's according to your appearance.,If you want to change roles.,You can come to me at any time to discuss.,Only today.。

I'm not only a screenwriter, I'm also a director, and I'm very busy. ”

Except for Xiao Leng, the others are all very active, and the script has been roughly understood, and there is no request for a change.

Yan Qiyao nodded again and again, and Xiao Leng also hummed politely.

As a result, she opened the script and looked at it-

Yo roar, eyes full of horizontal lines, almost all the words of the dialogue are drawn.

Good guy, this one didn't care, and he got the heroine's script.

Xiao Leng held back the action of wanting to go out.

Forget it, they have all come, and they have all been forced to agree.

Loss, Chu Zhenyu is really loss!

She is the first saint, why should she be involved in human activities.

It's still a particularly troublesome activity.

Xiao Leng closed the script, looked at the Cultural Committee, and expressed resistance again and again: "I feel that I need to change the role." ”

The first saint can entertain a little, but he can't entertain the whole drama!

The Cultural Affairs Committee came over slowly.

Boom.

She just saw that this classmate was exceptionally good-looking, but she was not her ideal female number one.

can crush a lot of people with her appearance, she is a real face control!

"Classmate, you have to believe in yourself, you can!" The Cultural Committee thought that Xiao Leng was not confident, she clenched her fists and stretched her face to cheer Xiao Leng up.

Even if you don't have acting skills, you're no longer afraid, vase, just standing there is pleasing to the eye.

Yield to appearance.

Xiao Leng shook his head decisively.

Troublesome, too troublesome, the first saint yearns for a simple life.

"Do you have a favorite character?" the Cultural Affairs Committee cried and pointed to the names of the people in the row: "Which one do you like?"

Xiao Leng roughly swept it, flipped through the script in a loud voice, and had a plan in his heart.

"The palace maid. ”

The Cultural Affairs Commission successfully petrochemicaled.

She wrote the script that she was most familiar with.

That palace maid doesn't even have a name, she's just a trickster, and after a count-the Cultural Committee snapped his fingers-only four words!

This kind of trick has always been on top of the logistics staff.

Alas, alas, alas, this gap is too big, and the Cultural Affairs Committee did not react at the first time.

When she still wanted to resist, Xiao Leng had already jumped off the stage cleanly and put the script back.

When she came back up, she said, "I've memorized the lines." ”

felt that this was a bit dry, and Xiao Leng encouraged: "It's well written, I can act well." ”

The Cultural Committee pretended to cry in Chu Zhenyu's arms, and Chu Zhenyu took on his responsibilities as a logistics staff to comfort the screenwriter and director.

The Cultural Affairs Committee quickly recovered, supported her chin with her hand, and glanced through the crowd, her eyes with a sharpness that did not quite match her temperament.

It didn't take long for her to rearrange the roles in the script again.

Yan Qiyao...... Got the female number one.

The Cultural Committee nodded very confidently: "I must have recognized it this time, you are like the female number one, you look weak on the surface, but you have a tenacity." ”

Zhou Zhao sat in the second row below, with an excellent view.

There was also a bag of snacks next to his hand, which contained candy and the snacks that Xiao Leng and the others had bought before.

Extraordinarily enjoyable, very chic.

The position next to him was put down, and Zhou Zhao saw the thin and slender Huang Jiuhua.

For a while, he seemed to be very busy, because of Huang Weili's business.

Huang Weili seems to have just left the hospital yesterday, but when he wanted to visit him last week, he was politely refused.

Huang Weili's mood is still not very high, and he doesn't want to see people.

Huang Jiuhua sat down and shouted in a somewhat low voice: "Brother Zhao." ”

Zhou Zhao stared at his face, it was normal, but his face was a little ruddy.

It's just that I suddenly don't care much about people.

Zhou Zhao threw him a pack of spicy strips: "Brother, why do you feel like you've grown taller?"

Zhou took care of how poisonous people were, and when Huang Jiuhua stood in front of him, he found out.

Huang Jiuhua's expression was very flat: "At this time period, it is normal to be long. ”

"Why do you feel like you're showing off, by the way, what were you doing when you called?"

"I was just a little busy. ”

Huang Jiuhua didn't want to explain the meaning of being busy, so Zhou Zhao didn't ask anymore.

The people on the stage are already rehearsing.

The props weren't ready, and the chosen ones were putting on a non-physical performance, which looked particularly comical.

Zhou Zhao stuffed another snack, looked at the stage and said, "Alas, I feel that Yan Wangwang's voice is a little, and he is still standing in the middle." ”

Huang Jiuhua was stuffed with an egg roll by Zhou Zhao, the taste was like chewing wax, and he swallowed it carefully before he spoke: "She was originally such a character." ”

"Also, I thought she wouldn't dare to go on stage. After finishing, Zhou Zhao glanced at him: "How do you feel that you have become more exquisite." ”

Huang Jiuhua lowered his eyes and laughed a few times: "No." ”

Zhou looked at him more and more strangely, shouldn't this thing be stimulated by his brother's ex-girlfriend?

What a girlfriend? Kill two birds with one stone.

After a while, Zhou Zhao looked at the stage again, only to find that it was already halfway through, and his goddess had not yet appeared.

The goddess is standing in the corner.

"My goddess is refrigerated?"

The goddess in Zhou Zhao's mouth had already walked towards them at this time, and he asked very heartily, for fear of poking the sore spot, "Goddess, why didn't you go?"

Xiao was indifferent: "It's the same whether you rehearse or not." ”

After she finished, she looked at Huang Jiuhua, who was still bowing his head next to Zhou Zhao.

One second, two seconds...... Ten seconds...... One minute......

Zhou Zhao is vinegared.