To the goddess + side story

Just like when I was in my sophomore year, I participated in a senior performance in the academy. In fact, I didn’t have many roles. I could be regarded as an extra, and I only had 8 lines. But there were many people in the audience that day, and people from the entire academy were present, including The high math teacher who almost made me fail the subject, turned his feet up and molested our professional English teacher in the audience.

Such a relaxed atmosphere is actually to relax, but I was so nervous that day that I went to the toilet three times in 10 minutes.

She was with me backstage, she was ashamed of my performance, and she laughed at me while teaching me her experience.

I am not suitable for the stage, I am suitable for doing everything silently behind the scenes, what I like to do most is to serve Roy, hard work without complaint.

Before going on stage, she educated me one, two, three times, and helped me check my makeup and clothes.The performance that day was very successful, of course I know it was not due to me, I only played 8 lines in less than 2 minutes.

When I got off the stage after the end, I saw her waiting for me at the exit, helped me take off the colorful things on my head, and asked me if I wet my pants.

I said pee.

She patted my head and smiled and told me that the stage was just like that, and she also said that let me experience more, so that I would not be nervous when I saw the dark audience below.

I have learned my lesson, but I still feel that it is better to experience this more.

Hey, thinking so much can't relieve my nervous heart.

Roy drives very steadily, but I am unsteady, and my palms are sweating a lot. This sentence rhymes.

She stopped the car at the gate of the community. I thought she wanted to buy and write something, but I didn't expect her to park the car and said to me: "Get out of the car."

I wondered: "There is still a long way to go, why don't you drive in such a hot day?"

She replied to me and walked in and quickly untied the seat belt and got out of the car. I had no choice but to get out of the car silently. We entered through the gate side by side. When we got downstairs, she patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go up, I'll wait here."

This behavior confuses me even more.

When she said she wanted to go home with me this morning, I was a little confused. After all, I planned to go back and face it by myself. If my parents hit me, it would be bad in front of her. It seemed that I was very shameless. It's light, in case my parents get mad and beat Roy.

Then I really don't know what to do.

But Roy insisted on coming with me, that's all, what's the point of standing downstairs?

I looked at the scorching sun, looked at her dark shadow and said, "Come up with me, it's too hot, what should I do if I get heat stroke."

She said, "I won't go up, just wait here until your parents let me go up."

I froze for a moment, thought of something and asked, "Bitter tricks?"

She nodded.

ah!I'm so sorry for her.

I pointed to the door downstairs and said, "Why don't you go in and wait?"

She said no.

So we were pushing and talking downstairs, and she rejected all my summer plans and insisted on waiting at the spot downstairs, refusing to even wear a peaked cap, only wearing a mask, and said that the location was good, Looking down from the balcony of my house, I saw her at a glance.

After being sent away by her, I immediately went upstairs, and such a fuss successfully liberated my nervous heart.

If the previous mood was that I did something wrong and was caught by my parents, now I feel that I have to go to the toilet, so hurry up and say it.

But we still have to be calm. When my mother opened the door for me, we both looked at each other for a while, which made me very flustered. A little behind me, I immediately seized the opportunity to say, "Roy was waiting downstairs and didn't come up."

At this time, my dad suddenly appeared, and I glanced at him, but I couldn't tell from his expression whether my mother had told him about it.

Dad said, "She's waiting below? Why don't you come up on such a hot day."

I let out an ah and didn't answer it, but I was relieved when I saw him walking towards the balcony.

The first step to a successful plan is for the enemy to fall into your trap. I remember a history teacher in high school told a story about an undercover agent. He said that the undercover agent did not complete the task until he died, which was equivalent to being useless.

This story tells me that I must let them see Roy's head down, such a sacrifice is meaningful.

Before my father came back from the balcony, my mother called me in with a straight face, and told me to go to the study and talk to me.

Before entering the study, I saw my dad open the window and look down. I don't know if she saw Roy, or if she recognized Roy.

After waiting in the study for a while, my mother walked in with a blank face, saying that not only the disease is contagious, but even the mood is contagious, so my mother's depressed mood was successfully transmitted to Me, the whole study was suddenly immersed in a dull atmosphere.

She cut to the chase: "Is what you told me yesterday true?"

I let out a groan, and when I looked up, I suddenly saw a few white hairs of hers. It turned out that she was so old, but after thinking about it, I still don't want to tell her about it. According to past experience, if I said she was old, she would Her mouth was torn apart.

Such a relaxed mental activity is mainly to cover up my panic, I have already predicted that no matter what she wants to tell me next, it will not be easy to deal with.