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Zheng Yiyan turned her head and saw me a little surprised, she wanted to say something but she didn't say anything in the end, she just glanced at me again, reached out to take the drink I handed her and nodded: "Yeah."

I was relieved.

reconciled.

That's why I like staying with Jeong Ye-yeon, she sometimes has a sensitive and scary feeling, as long as she senses the subtext of something, she will deal with it in a natural way as much as possible.And she doesn't lose her temper very much, and basically passes what can be passed.

In her words: It's enough to reconcile several times with that awkward time, it's better not to be angry.

I took it very seriously, but in the end, I was still angry when I should be angry.

Alas, have to keep trying.

After this little episode, the team has shortened a lot, and there are only two people in front of us.

Jung Ye-yeon and I found a place to sit down to eat after swiping our cards.

"It seems to be a textbook drama competition this afternoon, are you going to watch it?" She picked up a piece of chopsticks and asked me while churning.

After she asked, I remembered what the head teacher casually mentioned this morning, "There will be a script play competition for our high school group during the self-study class this afternoon. Students who are interested can go and see it."

I've never been interested in this kind of activity, but this time it's different, with Yao Yue participating.Although she didn't tell me what she was acting in, after all, the textbook drama is the content in the textbook, and it feels quite boring to act again.

"Go." No matter how boring you are, it's better than sitting in the classroom for self-study.

Jung Ye-yeon is quite interested in this event.Before I came here, I heard a lot of talk in the class that there was a very handsome senior in the second year of high school who would play an important role in this performance.It is estimated that she may have come to see this senior.

"Hurry up, hurry up, there will be no more seats." Zheng Yiyan urged me vigorously.

"There must be a position. At most it's the difference between the front and the back." I replied slowly, but my feet still sped up a little.

"After a little bit, Yao Yue's face can't be seen anymore." She stopped to provoke me.

"Then let's rush over." I looked at her seriously.

We're lucky.Although there were no empty seats in the front row after arriving at the auditorium, a few people seemed to have left their original places suddenly.

Zheng Yeyan immediately pulled me over and sat down: "Full marks for luck."

She made a yes sign to me.

I wanted to smile and looked at her: "Full marks, full marks."

The noisy competition has begun.

The senior sister who carefully put on makeup dragged her long skirt onto the stage:

"Dear leader, teacher."

The adult senior in a suit and strong suit picked up the microphone:

"Dear students."

I followed up below:

"Happy New Year everyone!"

The volume of the voice was not well controlled, and was heard by a judge in the front row. The teacher turned his head and looked behind to see who was answering. I looked at the stage indifferently and pretended to have nothing to do with myself.

After the lengthy announcement ceremony finally ended, the first group of performers ushered in on the stage.

Playing... "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast"

This show is probably the most vivid show that interprets the word boring.

Recite the lines according to the original words in the textbook throughout the process.The actors gathered together and the parents were short-tempered. The mother-in-law asked Liu Lanzhi to leave, but Liu Lanzhi didn't want to leave, but Jiao Zhongqing couldn't resist his mother could only reluctantly let his wife go.

Here comes the full show.

I almost fell asleep.

I prayed silently, hoping that Yao Yue and the others' scripts would be more interesting. To be honest, if Yao Yue also acted, I would really not be able to read them.

Fortunately, the second one is a bit more technical, and it is an adapted version of "Jing Ke Assassinates the King of Qin".The lines were changed quite amusingly, but a bit clichéd.The scene where Jing Ke and King Qin ran around the pillar gave people a feeling of blue love between life and death.

But at least it's not that sleepy.

I applauded.

When I heard the senior sister announcer read out that the acting class is Class Two, Grade Two, I suddenly became refreshed.

It's Yao Yue's class.

I am quite looking forward to seeing what kind of performance Yao Yue and the others can perform.

As a result, I heard the name of the textbook play immediately after.

"thunderstorm"

I slumped back, covering my heart.I'm really afraid of something. "Thunderstorm" is one of the top three classics in my list of top ten boring texts.

Although it is an excellent work in the field of fiction, I really don't like to read those family grievances.Isn't there an old saying that no family ugliness should be publicized.It reflects that since the ancient times, people don't like to make their family look ugly in front of outsiders. Of course, whether they like to see other families make a fool of themselves in front of them will not be discussed for the time being. Anyway, everyone doesn't like to embarrass themselves.I don't know what troubles Cao Yu and the Zhou family have, so I have to write them all.

I have no real interest in how many sons Zhou Puyuan gave birth to, who the sons were born with, what the daughters looked like, and whether they were living in my own family.

But after all, it was played by Yao Yue.I still stick to it.

I enlighten myself.

Maybe I can change my view of this novel from now on.

I doubt the remote possibility.

When I was beside me sighing and lamenting about life, Jeong Ye-yeon patted me and signaled me to be more serious:

"Sit upright, we'll start right away."

"Okay, okay." I tried my best to straighten my upper body, and looked at the stage seriously.

The performance of Yao Yue's class officially started.

The author has something to say: I have maintained my dignity as much as possible every two days.

If someone is watching, everyone can say something.

I'm a little lonely by myself (rubbing hands in anticipation)

Chapter 8 I don't know what to name

I had never watched a textbook play before.

It is indeed the first time in my life to come with Jung Ye-yeon this time.

At first I was expecting it, but after watching two programs, I already wanted to go back to self-study.

I made a definition of this activity in my heart that "the form should match the content of the teaching materials", but Yao Yue completely overturned my point of view after taking the stage.

Their class performed the scene of the thunderstorm night.

The boy who played Zhou Puyuan sat on a chair and announced with a heavy face that Zhou Ping's biological mother was actually Shi Ping, and that the Sifeng he was after was actually his own sister.

I didn't care what other people said, and kept looking at Yao Yue.She was playing Sifeng, and she just stood aside at the beginning, with some doubts on her face that she was suddenly called over.But when she learned of her life experience, her expression suddenly changed.She stood there in a daze for a few seconds, as if she needed time to digest the news.However, she couldn't accept the matter of being immoral.She began to suffer.Covering his head with his hands, he kept shaking.

She opened the prop door and rushed to the living room, screaming outside.Her voice was loud, vented and hoarse.It's like a dying person who has been snatched away from the last straw, a person who has worked hard all her life but ends up with nothing, and she has added a shadow to her already invisible life.

She was so desperate, pacing in a hurry, unable to find a place to stay.Zhou Ping, who was following behind, chased after her. She raised her eyes and saw the person coming, and she became even more frantic. She couldn't stop backing away, and bumped into a wire in a hurry.

At this time, there was a huge thunderous sound in the background, and the rumbling sound was so overwhelming that she couldn't breathe. Before the scream stuck in her throat came out, she was already lying straight on the ground.

After falling down, her body twitched slightly, as if she was unwilling, but there was nothing she could do.

I watched anxiously from the stands.

Even forgetting that this is just one of her performances.