Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

"Uh...well..."

Faced with his questioning, Hua Tingjue was speechless for a moment, looking at him with an indescribable expression, and then put the note directly into his palm.

Other students in the international class also came over to join in the fun. They were all very curious about what they had drawn.

"Let me take a look." Wen Yanlin happily opened the folded note.

He only looked for one second before quickly closing it with his hand. His pupils were filled with shock and dullness. He blinked his eyes, recalling the shock.

"What?" Seeing his reaction, Song Yian couldn't help but be confused. He took the note from his hand, unfolded it and looked at it. He was stunned and his mouth twitched.

Everyone had the same expression, which aroused the curiosity of people around them.

"What happened?"

"Yeah, Brother Jue, what did you win?"

Someone took the note from Song Yian and exclaimed, "Fuck, our class is playing Snow White? What the hell!"

???

After he shouted like that, everyone in the international class became nervous and rushed to read the contents of the note. After reading it, no one said a word.

For a moment, everyone was disheartened and sat in their chairs.

Wen Yanlin had a sad face and sighed and complained, "Sister Shu, your luck is too bad."

Hua Tingjue raised his hand weakly, "I drew it."

Wen Yanlin paused, speechless and irritated: "Brother Jue, why are you drawing lots for no reason? You might as well let her draw."

Everyone dispersed and returned to their seats in disappointment.

However, no matter how disappointed they were, they couldn't give up. No one else in the class was willing to join the discussion, and in the end, only the Universe's No. 1 Team could discuss this issue.

Upon hearing the news, Zheng Tianlang burst out laughing: "No way, Jue brother, you guys are too unlucky, aren't you?"

Their art and physical education class is the main force in the cultural performance, and they have about ten programs including dance and various musical instruments.

Especially the goddess of literature and art - Ning Shuyu, she has group dances, solo dances, cello and piano ensemble performances, and is also a part-time host.

Then she asked the most fatal and crucial question: "Who will play Snow White?"

Hua Tingjue shook his head, "Uh, it's not confirmed yet."

Ning Shuyu kindly suggested: "Then you have to hurry up, otherwise you won't have enough time to prepare costumes and props."

"Uh-huh."

……

As a result, a topic about "Who will play Snow White" caused a sensation in the international class.

Everyone was talking at once, each saying his own thing.

Suddenly, someone said something very fair and lazily: "The princess is of course the most beautiful one."

"I feel so too."

"Agree +1."

"Yes, whoever is the prettiest will play the role."

Almost at the same time, the eyes of the entire international class drifted towards Hua Tingjue. Yes, it was their school's exquisite and androgynous school idol - Hua Tingjue.

Hua Tingjue stayed up all night yesterday. He was throwing chocolate beans into his mouth with a weary look on his face, thinking about this question as he did so. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice when the sounds around him stopped.

Then he finally sensed that something was wrong. He felt a chill on his back and turned his neck stiffly, only to find that they were all looking at him.

He was also puzzled: "No, why are you looking at me? Is there something written on my face, or is there an answer?"

He didn't seem to react at this moment.

Only three seconds passed, and he finally realized what was happening, pointed at his nose, glared and screamed: "Fuck, you guys don't want me to play Snow White, do you?!"

No one said anything, but their eyes clearly indicated their agreement.

"You are crazy, aren't you?" he roared, and immediately refused resolutely: "I won't do it. How can a grown man like me play Snow White?"

Jiang Wangshu was called to the office by Zhang Zhengliang. Now she was not in the classroom, so Song Yian's sinister nature came out and he took the initiative to take on this difficult task of persuasion.

"Ajue, come here for a moment."

"what?"

Hua Tingjue subconsciously shrank back.

Song Yian quickly and ruthlessly grabbed his arm, looking around and talking about something else, saying casually: "Accompany me to the toilet."

In the corridor, Song Yian patted Hua Tingjue's shoulder in a friendly manner. Hua Tingjue turned his head away and didn't want to listen to anything. He frowned and said firmly: "I won't agree to it even if you say it to the sky."

“This is a man’s dignity!”

Song Yian smiled and asked him in a coaxing tone: "Ajue, do you know who planned this art performance?"

"Jiang Wangshu."

Hua Tingjue, who had unknowingly fallen into the trap, answered casually.

Song Yian continued to ask: "Then why did Jiang Wangshu take on the task of the art performance?"

Hua Tingjue still answered him easily: "For the bonus."

“I think it’s more than that.”

"What do you mean?" He hesitated to speak. Hua Tingjue didn't understand, but under the hint of Song Yian's meaningful eyes, he was gradually led astray and thought in the wrong way.

"You mean...she did it for me?!"

He guessed boldly and loudly, then covered his mouth in disbelief.

Song Yian raised his eyebrows, knowing that the fish had taken the bait, he suppressed the corners of his mouth that were raised, pretended to cough with his fists, and nodded with a smile: "I think it is very likely."

He continued to nag at her: "Otherwise, why would you decisively give up the host position when you were unhappy and choose to take on the responsibility of being the person in charge of the international class's art performance?"

Yes, at that time!

After hearing Song Yian's words, Hua Tingjue suddenly realized something, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy, "So that's how it is..."

Jiang Wangshu is so nice to him!

……

Jiang Wangshu came back from the office and learned that the candidate for Snow White had been finalized. She asked in surprise, "Who is it?"

"I."

"what??"

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Jiang Wangshu lost control of her expression. She met Hua Tingjue's blazing peach blossom eyes and even wondered if she was too tired from studying recently, and that she was hallucinating and blind.

She questioned again in disbelief: "You play Snow White?!"

Hua Tingjue smiled like a fool, "Yes, I'll act!"

The twitching corners of his mouth gradually retracted. Jiang Wangshu saw the clue at a glance and swept his eyes straight to Wen Yanlin and Song Yian.

"You guys fooled him again?"

Before they could speak, Hua Tingjue hurriedly defended them: "No, I volunteered, really!"

Seeing how impatient he was, Jiang Wangshu knew that he had guessed it right. However, in Hua Tingjue's eyes, he thought Jiang Wangshu didn't want him to suffer, and he was even more moved.

She yelled at the top of her lungs: "I just want to play Snow White!!"

Jiang Wangshu's expression froze again: "..."

Alas, I have never seen such a stupid person. After being sold, he still enthusiastically counts money for others.

Helplessly closing his eyes and sighing: "Alas..."

"Why are you sighing? Don't you believe I can help you get the scholarship?" He boasted proudly, "This kind of performance is a piece of cake for me. Just wait for the money!"

"Row."

Since he didn't care, she could only agree.

"Yeah, it's decided!"

Hua Tingjue held her wrist with one hand, lifted her hand, and high-fived her with his big hand, his eyes and eyebrows shining like sparkling stars.

Jiang Wangshu couldn't bear to watch it, speechlessness written all over his face.

Facts have proven that being a fool is good. When someone plays tricks on you, you still happily think that the other person is trying to relieve your worries and boredom, and is a good person! !