Rebirth 2000, Ome school flower 18 years old

Gu Muxi stared, her pink cheeks flushed, and she said angrily: "What! Who is going to give birth? I don't want it!"

"This is just a novel, Young Master Yi won't mind!"

Chen Jiajia teased: "Hey, if you write about him like this, he will write about it later, and let you be the president's personal maid."

"Hmph~ Just write it, I don't care. Anyway, I've decided to write this novel, and it won't work if anyone persuades me." Gu Muxi raised her small head and said.

Writing a martial arts novel has also been her dream for many years. In the past, high school studies were heavy, and everything was compromised for the college entrance examination. Now that I am in college, I have a lot more time. If I have time, how can I waste it?

Wasting time is wasting life!

After thinking hard for a long time, she finally came up with the idea of ​​a heroine. She and Yi Feng will be the prototype characters, and the two will fight swords in the rivers and lakes. How beautiful it is!

So she made up her mind to write this story and post it anywhere, Tianya, Tomato, or publish it.

However, I heard Yi Feng mentioned that the platform called Tomato Novel, the readers there are all handsome men and beautiful women, with a high level of literary appreciation, it should be good to post on it.

She shook her head, she hasn't finished writing the outline yet, why are she thinking about publishing it?

It's too far away, now it's better to take every step down-to-earth and get out the outline first.

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore, I have to work out the outline as soon as I get inspired, and I have to go to the drama club later!" Gu Muxi turned around and continued typing on the keyboard quickly.

"Going to the drama club? What's the matter? Is your club holding activities?" Chen Jiajia asked, pawing at the rice.

"That's right, the drama club plans to rehearse a few programs, and plans to perform in the auditorium after the New Year's Eve party. Maybe we have to decide the program to be performed tonight." Gu Muxi said.

"That's fine, I won't accompany you, I have something else to do." Chen Jiajia said.

Gu Muxi suddenly turned her head and stared at her with squinted eyes, "Is there something wrong? What can you do at this time? It's either reading a book or watching dramas. Say, do you have a date?"

Chen Jiajia dodged her eyes and said with a guilty conscience, "No, I don't have a date."

Gu Muxi blinked her eyes, and teased: "Just pretend, the word guilty is written all over your face!"

"Hee hee, as the best best friend, you are going to have a date, so you have to tell me immediately, I want to see who is so blind."

Chen Jiajia: "???"

……

In the evening, Yi Feng took Yang Jian to the drama club, which was transformed from a separate warehouse behind the club activity center.

As soon as I entered the door, there were about twenty people inside. There was a crude stage set up in the innermost part of the warehouse. There were two dilapidated red curtains, a green curtain, and a few dilapidated background paintings on the stage. These were former club seniors. It was purchased with money out of pocket, and it was only then that a small stage was barely set up.

In the middle of the warehouse, there are all kinds of repaired benches, in other words, stools that have witnessed the traces of time.

All kinds of props and sundries are piled up around the warehouse, many of which have not been cleaned up, and a thick layer of ash has already accumulated. The warehouse is surrounded by iron sheets and is full of rust.

If no one said that this is a drama club, they would have thought it was in a waste recycling bin.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Feng, why is the drama club like this? It's too miserable, right?" Yang Jian looked around and was amazed.

Yi Feng was not surprised, and said with a smile: "The drama club has no money in the first place, and it has to pay for it. The school does not allocate funds and subsidies, and it all depends on the members' own pockets. It would be nice to have a stage to perform."

"But...it's really shabby."

Yang Jian nodded, "It's shabby, it's so fucking shabby!"

The two were chatting when suddenly a few people rushed over from behind.

"Hey, Brother Yi is here. Quickly help and lift the table inside. This is our meeting table for today." A young man with black-rimmed glasses shouted. He had a straight face with an extremely majestic expression.

This person is the president of the drama club, Huang Sanshi, a third-year senior, and an acting talent who is rumored to have gone to Hengdian for further studies during the summer vacation.

"President, this is?"

Yi Feng looked back and saw that four people came back carrying two broken desks, which seemed to be picked up by the logistics department.

"Hehe, I entrusted the teacher in the logistics department to come back. Originally, the teacher wanted to invite me to dinner, but I thought I would not go to the important meeting of our club today. In my heart, there is nothing better than Get over the affairs of the club!" Huang Sanshi shook his hands, and said righteously.

Yi Feng gave a thumbs up and praised: "The president is indeed a good example for us!"

Huang Sanshi was dizzy from being flattered, and said with a modest smile: "Hey, my junior is too much, please help."

He turned to look at Yang Jian, "Huh? I haven't seen this classmate before. Why, are you here to join the club? Welcome! Our club welcomes every talent!"

"Although the threshold for entry into our club is relatively high, other students may not have the opportunity to join, but I think this student is very compatible, and his appearance and temperament are quite suitable. Those who enter the club are exempted from the assessment, just fill in a form! "

Seeing Huang Sanshi's incomparably enthusiastic attitude, Yang Jian felt speechless, and quickly explained: "Senior, I'm here to accompany Brother Feng to visit, and I have no plans to join the club at present."

Hearing this, Huang Sanshi's expression became a little cold, and he said, "That's it, so you can lend a hand to me, junior."

After finishing speaking, Huang Sanshi left with his hands behind his back, leaving Yang Jian with a confused face.

"Hey, who is this?"

"Haha! Alright, let's help." Yi Feng teased.

The two helped carry the table and put it directly in front of the stage.

Not long after, Gu Muxi also came to the warehouse, and when she saw Yi Feng from a distance, she waved and shouted: "Smelly Feng!"

When Yi Feng turned his head to look at her, she had already galloped over, running in front of him in a pretty way.

"Aha, Smelly Feng, you came earlier than me, why didn't you come to the dormitory to look for me." Gu Muxi pouted.

Yi Feng touched her head and said with a smile: "You said you didn't disturb your creation, and now you blame me?"

"I'm curious, what kind of story did you write? Domineering president? Guyan Gongdou?"

"Isn't it true that you wrote a martial arts novel?"

Gu Muxi said mysteriously: "Now, keep it secret, and I'll tell you when I write the text!"

"Hi sister-in-law!" Yang Jian greeted with a playful laugh.

"Why are you here?" Gu Muxi asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, me, I'll just come over and take a look, just take a look." Yang Jian coughed twice and said with a guilty conscience.

At this time, the president Huang Sanshi came to the broken desk and clapped his hands, shouting: "Everyone gather here, we are going to have a meeting!"

More than 20 people gathered around the desks with a whimper.

With his hands behind his back, Huang Sanshi walked to the table with his head held high and his chest held high, and said, "Today, our drama club has an important meeting to decide on the stage performance program after New Year's Day."

"This is very important. It is related to whether our drama club can get the attention of the school and expand the important activities in the influence!"

"I think, let's all work together to discuss the performance program and personnel allocation."

"Everyone can express their opinions."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started to discuss heatedly. Some proposed to play "Thunderstorm", some suggested to play "Camel Xiangzi", and some people said to play "Kong Yiji". The noise was like a vegetable market.

Gu Muxi shook her head after listening to these programs. Although these dramas are very good and full of content, college students don't like to watch them much now.

She quickly raised her hand and said: "President! I suggest that we can divide into groups and arrange performances by ourselves! It is best to arrange by ourselves!"

"Huh? Arrange it yourself? What are you thinking? Our drama club, who can write scripts? Your proposal is unrealistic!" Huang Sanshi criticized mercilessly.

Gu Muxi confidently shouted: "Script? I know it!"