After a few hours of classes, it was finally the end of school in the afternoon, Yimo had already jumped up excitedly, she was now looking forward to waiting for a while for the rehearsal, and she didn't even hear the school bell ring today and ran away, Ning Xiaomeng was really a little unaccustomed.

"Okay, okay? Hurry, hurry, hurry. Imo stood in front of her and urged her as she packed her bag.

I've never seen Yimo so active about anything before, a small stage play made her so excited and anxious, it seems that there must be something hidden in this.

"Alright, let's go." Ning Xiaomeng stood up and walked in front with her schoolbag on her back.

The art room is on the ground floor of the three-story building behind the teaching building, where in addition to the art room, there is also a music room, an art room, and a computer room...... and so on. Their classroom was on the third floor of the teaching building, and they wanted to go downstairs slowly, but they were pulled by Yimo and ran as if they were running for their lives, and soon they arrived at the door of the art room, which should have taken five minutes, but it was a full four minutes shortened!

That's definitely more than 10 meters in a second! Ning Xiaomeng couldn't believe that she ran from the third floor to the door of the art room behind the teaching building in a minute, she thought that Yi Mo must have opened a plug-in!

"It seems that we were the first to arrive, and there was no one in the art room."

Ning Xiaomeng was full of black lines, and she didn't look at how anxious she was, before the school bell rang, she had already packed up, turned around and urged her, and the teacher hadn't left at that time, she completely ignored the people standing on the podium, and Su Feifei, a literary and art councilor, didn't leave, she ran here in such a hurry, and now she is not waiting here.

"Momo, can you tell me why you're so interested in stage plays?" She asked, placing her bag on the table next to her, turning around.

"Ouch, it's the first time for people to participate in a stage play, they must have a boiling mood, I'll go to the door to see if Sophie Fei and the other classmates are here." Imo tapped her on the shoulder and walked to the door, leaning at the frame and looking out.

She looked at her back speechlessly, and just wanted to say, "Even so, there is no need to be so exaggerated", when she heard her turn around and excitedly say that her classmates were coming, she also walked over, and saw Sophie Fei and a few classmates coming over.

"You're quite enthusiastic about stage plays, so early on." Sophie Fei said with a smile as she walked over to them with the script.

"Of course." Imo immediately chimed in.

Speechless......

"Then I'll send the lines to everyone first, everyone will look at the lines first, check the lines, and then perform them again with the action." As she spoke, Sophie Fei sent them a few lines in her hand one by one.

Ning Xiaomeng looked at the lines in her hand and felt lucky, because she only had three lines: 1. Poor little girl, let me help you! 2. Cinderella, go to the ball and dance, but remember, you must be back by twelve o'clock, or everything will be back to the way it was. 3. Be careful, don't forget the time!

It's easy! She looked at the lines in Yimo's hand with satisfaction, and counted four sentences in total, one more than her.

"Xiaomeng, let me see your lines." Imo turned her head to look at the lines in her hand and sighed.

"What's wrong?" What kind of sigh?

"It feels like there are too few lines." She pursed her lips and rested her head on Ning Xiaomeng's shoulder.

"What's this, don't you think there are fewer lines to remember?" She touched her head comfortingly, although Yimo only had four lines, but each line was very long, and it would take a lot of effort to fully remember it.

"Okay, let's talk to each other, and if it's okay, we'll start rehearsing." Sophie Fei stood in front of them and said.

"Narrator, who's the narrator, start up." It was a girl with a pear blossom head who spoke, her name was An Qing, and she was a member of their class, Ning Xiaomeng glanced down at her lines, and at a glance, a piece of paper was full, she wouldn't be the protagonist Cinderella, right?