With the passage of time, it has been a week since the start of school, and the sun is just right today, and the Dream Soul School Palace is as quiet and peaceful as ever. However, under this superficial tranquility, there are various interest clubs rehearsing the program in full swing, just waiting for the cultural festival to show their strength.

Mo Nuo quietly carried a bamboo box to the drama club, and naturally there were no classes on weekends, plus she had just enrolled and missed the enrollment of interest groups, so she was really idle now. As soon as the door was opened, Ye Ruohua's loud voice was heard echoing on the stage.

"How many times do you want to say it?!Move! Force!Especially the joints!" Ye Ruohua held a roll of newspaper and raised her arms and shouted, like an old director in a certain crew, "The most important thing in dance is power and rhythm, friends! Without these two points, it can't be called dance at all! It's just a pot of pipi shrimp twitching back and forth on the stove!"

"Meng Meng! Footsteps! Two and a half steps bigger!" Ye Ruohua tapped Mo Meng's calf with a newspaper roll.

"Xiao Yan! The limbs are as hard as steel plates! Be softer! You must have a popping feeling! But they can't be too soft, and they have to have a clicky texture in the softness!" she used a newspaper roll to tap each joint of Geng Yan in turn.

"Broken fan! How many times have I told you, don't use the same hands and feet! Can't tell the difference between left and right?! How do you know how to wipe your butt after going to the toilet?" This time, Ye Ruohua was much simpler and rude, and fanned Feng Haogeng's head indiscriminately.

As the only dance leader in the drama club, Ye Ruohua was promoted to the leader of the dance group by the fire line. As a student majoring in guards, the fighting genius in the ghost class grabbed a handful, but dancing was really a bit difficult. At this time, the chickens and dogs were jumping on the stage, and the three members of the dance group were all miserable. Ye Ruohua hated this very much, but she was not discouraged, and her whole body seemed to be burning with energy.

As for Han Shihao, who was the only one in the singing group, the task was relatively easy, he stood in the corner behind the curtain and practiced his voice alone with a sound screw. Sui Xinting was rarely lazy, standing beside him and mentioning it from the side. Han Shihao has always been sincere, saying that he is indeed not modest as a sound idiot. Fortunately, after a week, he is no longer the original Wuxia Ameng, and the songs he practiced can barely be in tune. Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than Yang Haohui, Han Shihao is very confident in himself.

"Wow, it's so lively, is this the legendary devil training?" Mono looked curiously left and right, greeted everyone and came to Yang Haohui's side. His face was slightly pale, and he was sitting alone in the audience holding a stave and holding a silver horn pen thinking about something, and he didn't notice that there was another person around him. Mono pouted dissatisfiedly and flicked Yang Haohui's cheek.

"Ah, hello senior sister. Yang Haohui came back to his senses.

"Why didn't you go to the rehearsal? It's not good to be lazy, junior brother. Mo Nuo put the bamboo box in his hand on Yang Haohui's lap, "Bell!

"Thanks, trouble please. Yang Haohui opened the lid of the box, and the rice was fragrant. It contains the favorite dishes of everyone in the ghost class, which are stacked in a grid. From time to time, Mono would bring some homemade love lunches, and Yang Haohui was not surprised.

"I've added a lot of eggs to you. Mo Nuo smiled and leaned into Yang Haohui's ear and sighed, "Don't leave anything left, you have to eat it all." ”

"Well, I'll eat it later. Yang Haohui put the lunch box aside and returned to the state of his initial distraction.

"Why do you feel that you are stunned today and don't hide from me?" Mo Nuo was slightly surprised, looking at the staves in Xiang Yang Haohui's hand, "Are you writing songs?

"The dance hasn't been rehearsed yet, so I don't have much to do yet. Yang Haohui said, "The dance music is set by the seniors, and the songs I write have nothing to do with cultural festivals, they are lullabies." ”

"Babbling?" Mono understood.

"yes, she can't sleep lately, and I think this should be useful. ”

"All-rounder, you!, can you write songs?"

"Although I didn't do much work in the drama club, I was also a screenwriter. It's just memorization and lyrics, it's not that difficult. Yang Haohui scratched the corner of his forehead with the pen, "It's a pity that I can't write and sing, according to my level, I will probably become a ghost crying wolf, and it seems that the work of babbling and sleeping in the future will be handed over to Mo Meng." ”

"I heard Sui Xinting say that the ears are, but why do you have to say that it is the of our Yuan Beast?" Mo Nuo pouted, his expression was a little dissatisfied, "I envy that little girl, I have a father who loves me so much." Alas, junior brother, when can you write me a song too, I guess I can be happy in my dreams. ”

"I'm not

Her dad is just a guardian. Yang Haohui was a little embarrassed, "Anyway, I heard Geng Yan say that you are very popular among boys, and any suitor you want should be willing to write you a song." ”

"No, I don't like what you wrote. Mono stuck out his tongue.

"That can't be helped. ”

"Forty points, buy you a song?"

"Deal, what type do you want?" Yang Haohui immediately changed his tone and immediately took out the yuan value card.

Mo Nuo was angry and laughed, flicked Yang Haohui with more force, hugged his chest on his forehead and began to sulk. Yang Haohui was happy to be quiet, and continued to bite the pen and began to meditate. However, writing a song is the same as writing, once the train of thought is interrupted, it is difficult to get into the state again. He didn't embarrass himself, took out a few quiches in the lunch box and chewed slowly, yawning as he ate.

The two looked at the stage together, Ye Ruohua was grabbing Feng Haogeng's neck and slamming it with a newspaper roll. It crackled like firecrackers for the New Year. Feng Haogeng screamed when he was beaten, and the rest of the people hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him. The two in the audience looked at each other, and they both shook their heads and chuckled.

"Speaking of which, have you been tired lately?" Mono asked suddenly.

Yang Haohui froze: "Why do you ask that?"

"Complexion, you should really look in the mirror, your eyes are about to turn black into pandas. And my tentacles can sense the smell of your sweat, and you're in a state of extreme fatigue right now. Mono pointed to his eyes, his tone a little worried, "Don't you have no classes?

"Is it so obvious?" Yang Haohui smiled bitterly and rubbed his face, "I'm tired of writing songs, it's nothing." ”

This reason, of course, was a casual and perfunctory excuse, and the truth was that he hadn't slept for a week in order to complete the reconciliation as soon as possible

It's not that he has masochistic tendencies, it's that he really doesn't have time. Although Qianji and Yeyin were trying their best to slow down Geng Yan's ascension, he could clearly feel the gradual increase in the disorder of Geng Yan's aura in recent days. This was a feeling that every elemental master was familiar with, and the accelerating effect of the fire spirit body on the cultivation of Yuan Energy had made him reach the critical value of advancing to the next level.

Based on the original calculation of Qianji, it will be two years before Geng Yan's next advancement, but now this process has been greatly accelerated. Insiders, including Yang Haohui, could actually guess the approximate reason, on the island of Magotik in the Eastern Yuan Realm, the gluttonous devouring of one of the four murderers had once led to the long-suppressed ferocious blood transfer ability in Geng Yan's bloodline. Although Geng Yan didn't mention it to anyone, he could personally see that the boy was getting haggard.

No one knows whether the next advancement will be a physical tribulation or a mental tribulation, and Yang Haohui will not gamble on the possibility of such a high risk as good luck.

"I heard Mo Meng say that when you laugh, you are in a bad mood. Mono frowned, but said, "I'm not interested, if there's anything that can help you, just let me know." ”

"You've helped me, senior sister. Yang Haohui smiled and shook the omelet in his hand, "It's very delicious, I feel full of motivation now." ”

Mono still frowned, but didn't ask any more.

"It's fine, rest assured. Yang Haohui looked at the people working the stage, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Anyway, let's complete the cultural sacrifice in front of us first." There's a little girl who is looking forward to it, and she can't be disappointed. It's been half a year, and I'm going to make everything ...... The most perfect ending. ”

In the month that followed, many subtle but visible changes quietly took place in the Dream Soul Palace.

There is not only a drama club in the Dream Soul Academy, but when recruiting new students, you can see that there are actually nearly 100 interest groups in the palace, and the streets of the academy began to appear carrying props and decorations between the classrooms and interest groups. At the same time, the maintenance department inside the palace was active, and the staff cut latte flowers from colored paper and gold leaf to paste on the walls of the building, and some kind of glowing rattan plants were wrapped around the branches of tall trees on both sides of the road as colored lanterns. When night falls, the vast campus is lit up with neon-like colorful lights, attracting students and teachers who return home at night.

The Dream Soul Academy Palace ranked first in Tianyuan, in fact, it was not only because of its hard strength. Only those who enter the school can realize that this school palace will always be like a treasure to be slowly excavated, storing too much beauty.

Prepare, step by step. The mood is unbearable.

The rehearsal of the ghost class proceeded in an orderly manner, for most

For students in ordinary classes, they can only rehearse after school or on weekends because of the curriculum. But for them, who have no classes since the second grade, they can soak in the drama club from morning to night without going out. If it weren't for Mono's kindness as a logistical support, he often delivered some "takeaways", and everyone would often be so forgetful that they wouldn't even eat.

The dance group gradually gained scale in Ye Ruohua's Sebas-style training, and the dance type did not choose to be shocked, and the final finalization was the Mori Sei dance music called "Yan Yan Kagura". Lan Borou gave everyone a little science popularization, and the celebration of all happy events of the Senjing clan is in the form of a bonfire party. At that time, the whole clan will sit around the tower-like fire and sing and drink, and the aroma of the fruit will last for three days. The younger spirits of the clan, both men and women, smear their bodies with flower and leaf juice to draw lines on their cheeks and make up their makeup, and dance to the festival at the top of the bonfire.

Just hearing about it can imagine such a flowery scene, and the cultural festival is a time when it should be lively, so it is perfect for such a dance that is full of youthful vitality.

In the past month, there have also been a lot of uneventful but gratifying little things.

For example, after practicing dance, everyone in the ghost class has not forgotten their work, and even without the supervision of the course, no one slacks off in their practice. At the halfway point of October, as if by tacit comparison, Lan Borou, Ye Ruohua and Feng Haogeng advanced to the fourth order at the same time. It's a pity that it's all a body robbery, and I haven't been able to learn an additional meta-skill. Mo Meng advanced to the Fifth Order the next day, becoming the first 12-year-old and youngest Fifth Order Elemental Master in the history of the Tian Yuan Realm. Of course, for unknown reasons, she can't learn the Yuan Technique even if she is in the heart of the calamity, and she can only be a soft girl who slashes people with a katana.

For example, Sui Xinting began to be idle after two days of seriousness, and wandered around other interest groups in the name of "spying on the enemy". But the actual situation is to be lazy and do a little damage by the way.,After all, there is indeed a competition between the clubs.,As the head of a club, although he salivates and has a face, he is also a little competitive.。 More than once, everyone in the ghost class saw Sui Xinting returning from going out with performance props stolen from other clubs, sometimes the exhibition books of the Xiaohua Book Club, sometimes the pots and pans of the cooking club, and even a few times he turned back the beautiful girls in other clubs. At first, everyone reluctantly turned a blind eye, until one time Sui Xinting happily brought back a lion head woven from a bamboo frame, and proudly told everyone that he had collapsed the lion dance performance of the Sailing Club...... On that day, he was beaten by Han Shihao, who had the most sense of justice in the class, and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was carried to the Sailing Club to apologize, without the dignity of a senior.

For example, after 26 days of sleepless ultra-high-density understanding, Yang Haohui's meta-technique of harmonizing characteristics was finally completed. That night, he looked at the continuous burning flames in the flower pot in front of him, and a rare expression of excitement appeared on his face. But smiling and smiling, his expression froze, and the green snake-like veins surfaced out of his neck, and two streams of blood and tears instantly welled up in his eyes. He didn't even have time to go back to bed, so he fell straight and fell asleep in the training room.

But no matter what, everything is going in a good direction.

In the last three days before the opening of the cultural festival, Han Shihao, who has achieved great achievements, was incorporated into the dance group. Maybe it's because everyone has a good tacit understanding, and the unexpected effect of the first co-acting is amazing. Yang Haohui, who had been outside the crowd that day, also entered the army, but failed to keep up with the rhythm and failed to perform the first audition. That night, everyone didn't return all night, and they grinded their fit all night, and poor Yang Haohui only made up for sleep this month and stayed up all night again.

With two days to go before the festival opened, Yang Haohui was finally able to make the right set for the refinement at the right time. But I have to pity his life with the lens ball, and he was hung on the beam of the house by a rope for a night, like a Sadako who crawled out of the TV but was bullied.

On the last night, Mono and Yeyin came to visit the class at the same time, and were amused by the dirty appearance of the mud monkeys in the drama club. Barely pulling a group of full performance laymen to a considerable level is really exhausting Ye Ruohua and the chief superintendent Sui Xinting, and they don't even have time to take a bath. Fortunately, the two-week intensive training achieved remarkable results, and after a dance, Yeyin and Mono stood up and applauded, and the two weeks of hard work in the drama club finally came to fruition.

The last dance of the drama club and the ghost class in the last half year was completed.

In the early morning of November 1 of the Yuan calendar, several colorful flower bombs exploded in the sky above the Dream Soul Palace.

The much-anticipated Dream Soul School Palace's extra-grand cultural festival has opened.

To be continued