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"I got the script from a school girl," Wen Yu convened a stage play team meeting, sitting in the middle and whispering, "She wrote me a short play about 10 to 15 minutes long , asked us to indicate that the script was sponsored by the novel club when we made the background of the PPT..."

"Hey, is it Ji Yuling?" Ji Yanli thought of the classmate Ji Yihe mentioned.

"Yes, that's her." Wen Yu nodded, "There is a difference between boiled eagles in film and television literature and real falcons. In other words, real falconers will not boil eagles to death. Even if it dies, it will not be able to catch prey. In nature, the weak will survive the fittest. Neither hares nor wild pigeons are easy to bully. Therefore, a real falconer will take good care of the falcons and treat them as partners rather than slaves. Skills are also a cultural heritage that has been handed down from the Tang Dynasty to the present..."

"So what do you want to say?" Shang Jia said violently, "We're not here to listen to your popular science Falcon."

"I want to say," Wen Yu said patiently, "We will indicate at the beginning of the PPT that the content of the stage play is purely fictitious, and our country's raptors are all national second-class protected animals...Of course Ji Yanli is going to play that protected animal. "

All eyes fell on Ji Yanli.

Ji Yanli smiled and said, "Actually, I don't quite understand what I want to do."

"We will put you on a thin wooden beam instead of a thick rope...because your feet are not claws, it is difficult to squat on the rope." Wen Yu drew a schematic diagram, "Shang Jia is the one who boils the eagle. People, you are the wild untamed goshawk, he is responsible for domesticating you, but you would rather die than follow, Qilin and Qilin are members of the Wildlife Rescue Organization, and will finally release you into the wild... The fat man is the bonfire."

Fatty: "...I don't understand the meaning of my role."

Wen Yu looked up at him.

The fat man changed his words: "But I would like to be a bonfire, it's really good!"

"And this." Wen Yu took out a pair of metal handcuffs, "I borrowed props from the school drama club, and I will tie them to... your feet in case you fall, or you can tie them to your hands. "

Ji Yanli: "...abuse me?"

"Yes," Wen Yu nodded, "I abused you, beat your mouth with a small wooden stick, deprived you of sleep, shone a flashlight in your eyes, beat gongs and drums in your ears, and dangled meat in front of your eyes." , but not for you to eat."

Shang Jia leaned on his arm: "It's interesting, I can participate."

He Ziqi: "Fuck? Are we going to tie up our beloved Senior Ji?"

He Zilin: "Nani? Are we going to perform S|M in public?"

Ji Yanli's heart was twisted like a knife: "...Shen Beast, do you want to be the leading role?"

The fat man looked at him vigilantly: "I love bonfires! No one should rob me! Bonfires, Fat Lord, you can act in your true colors, understand?"

"There will be a performance in December, and we have to rehearse at least three times a week," Wen Yu finally said, "Ji Yanli will help us apply for the rehearsal venue in the complex building, Shang Jia, although I begged you to participate before, but now I ask you the last Once, if you want to quit, leave now, otherwise you will not be allowed to be late or leave early or miss any rehearsals, I want you to give me a clear answer now, to participate or not to participate.”

Wen Yu was always too shy to speak in front of Ji Yanli, but it was rare for her to show her true colors once, she was a womanizer, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Shang Jia, and she was a fierce beauty even though she was a schoolgirl.

After a long absence, Ji Yanli remembered that she was indeed a genuine Alpha...a strawberry-flavored A.

"Participate, just participate. Did I say I won't participate?" Shang Jia murmured, and looked away guiltily, "It's all up to me?! Something's wrong."

"That's great." Wen Yu smiled and distributed a copy of the script to everyone, "Except for Fatty and Ji Yanli, everyone else will try to recite their lines within this week... the meeting will be over."

After Jiang Qifeng heard that Ji Yanli was going to star in a stage play, he waved his hand and approved the activity room for a whole month. He also kindly squeezed Ji Yanli's shoulder and said that he was a member of the student judges and would give Ji Yanli extra points.

Ji Yanli had no choice but to sneer and push away the chairman who was smelling of mint all over his body: "No, fairness is important. If you really want to give me extra points, I would rather not participate... and rule 72 of the school rules prohibits the distribution of pheromones. Chairman | Chairman, should you restrain yourself?"

Jiang Qifeng's smile became brighter, and he leaned over and asked, "Yanli, do you want to deduct points for me?"

"If you continue." Ji Yanli looked into his eyes, touched the tip of his nose with his knuckles uncomfortably, and took half a step back.

"I also like that you abide by the rules." Jiang Qifeng finally restrained his spirit as if nothing had happened, and pointed out, "Of course it would be better if you can make an exception for me."

Just dreaming!

Ji Yanli thought to himself, if it wasn't for Jiang Qifeng's final approval and signature to deduct points, and he would never deduct points for himself, otherwise Ji Yanli would have deducted [-] points from him long ago.

Back then, Ji Yanli voted anonymously for the election of the chairman of the student union. Ji Yanli never voted for Jiang Qifeng, because Jiang Qifeng's sole purpose in running for power was to seize power, and the chairman was the greatest power he could get when he was a student. The family is literally straight.

Of course, Jiang Qifeng later said that he voted for Ji Yanli, and made no secret of his admiration for Ji Yanli. Ji Yanli had no choice but to respond politely, saying that he also hoped that Jiang Qifeng would be elected...

You can't really point to Jiang Qifeng's face and laugh and say that I didn't vote for you, it would be a bit embarrassing.

When Ji Yihe heard that Ji Yanli had participated in a new event, he seemed a little unhappy: "Brother, you are already busy enough, and you have already maxed out your extra points, even if you are the first in the stage play, it is useless."

"But our class is short of people." Ji Yanli said while pedaling his bicycle.

Ji Yihe sat in the back seat, hugged his waist, and was silent for a long time: "What does the lack of people have to do with you?"

"Look, didn't you join the novel club because of the shortage of people?"

"That's different!" Ji Yihe's argument was filled with wind, and it sounded like a flying flag.

"Help others when you can, because everyone wants to be helped when they are in trouble."

"Then who will help you?"

"Do what you can do by yourself, why wait for others to help you?"

"Brother has double standards!" Ji Yihe protested.

"It's okay, I can make it through." Ji Yanli smiled softly, "I know it well."

Three days later, Ji Yanli felt like he was farting.

He has no idea at all!

The first rehearsal of the stage play was after school on Friday. Classroom 105 of the complex building was originally an empty painting house, surrounded by dusty easels and dry palettes, and all kinds of graffiti on the walls. There are also many outstanding paintings of graduates with different styles.

Ji Yanli had to take a two-hour leave with the milk tea shop owner. When he arrived in classroom 105, he found that Fatty and He Ziqi were working together to put a wooden stick between the two chairs. Standing in the middle, he said from time to time, "Move the fat man to the right, the two chairs are asymmetrical, right and right! You don't know the left and right!"

The fat man blushed: "Damn! Your right is my left! Do you mean left or right!"

Ji Yanli hurriedly dropped his bag and ran up: "I'll help."

He Ziqi let go abruptly, and the stick landed on his side with a bang: "Great! My hands are sore." The fat man yelled angrily.

"Ji Yanli... Well, come here and try the props first." Wen Yu waved, "This is a prop that Qilin borrowed from the theater company, it's yours..."

What she held in her hand was a cloak-like eagle-feather coat, with blue-yellow and black-gray gradients of long and narrow simulated eagle feathers on it. It was too heavy to wear this day, but it should be just right for the performance in December.

Ji Yanli tied the strap of the cloak around his neck, feeling like he was wearing a down jacket, which was airtight and tightly covered, and it was strung heavily on his collarbone, like a life-threatening rope for hanging.

Wen Yu asked him to put his wrists together behind his back again, and then handcuffed him with a "click".

Wen Yu looked at him in circles, and asked nervously, "Does it hurt? Are you uncomfortable?"

"It doesn't hurt that much," Ji Yanli said with a wry smile, "It's just not like a goshawk, but like a weasel caught stealing a chicken."

The fat man put the two sticks side by side with a "bang", and rolled He Ziqi's eyes: "Fucking you, it's better for the fat man to do it alone, I'm exhausted, and I can't use my strength recently...Wen Yu! Can you take a look?"

Wen Yu tilted his head and said, "It's okay, Ji Yanli, do you want to go up and try?"

High stools were used on both sides, fixed with thick ropes, and two wooden sticks were suspended side by side at a height of one meter. Ji Yanli was handcuffed behind his back, so he could only step on the chair with difficulty.

As soon as he took a step up, the two wooden sticks began to make the sound of rolling and rubbing against each other, creaking and shaking up and down, and there was a finger-thick gap between the wooden sticks. Through the uneven gap, you could see the solidification on the floor. of pigments.

"It's all right!" the fat man promised, opening his hands like a fat old hen, "I stepped on it, and I kept on stepping on it. I weigh two of you! If you fall, I will catch you!"

Ji Yanli stepped on it with both feet without hesitation.

He had to squat very low, with his chin resting on his knees, his hands hanging behind his buttocks, and his neck was still tightly strangled by the eagle feather cloak. But the eyes of the people around were all amazed.

"What a goshawk!" He Ziqi applauded.

"Goshawk is an eagle!" He Zilin applauded.

"Lili is thin, and the cloak just covers him from head to toe." The fat man analyzed, "Look, it makes his little face so white and pretty."

Wen Yu punched the fat man, and then hurried up: "It's not easy for you to squat, let me go through the lines with you first."

Ji Yanli raised his head with difficulty: "Aren't I without lines?"

"Ah yes, but you have to scream a few times," Wen Yu quickly flipped through the script, which was densely marked with highlighters of different colors, "Look, here is the yellow mark, he hit your mouth, You're going to scream."

Ji Yanli: "..."

This kind of screaming has never happened to him in his life. It is said that when he was a child, Ji Zhishu lifted him up to his neck to ride a big horse, but he rushed into the door screaming, and Ji Yanli slammed his head into the door frame. At that time, he didn't scream, but covered his head and shouted tearfully: "I'm fine!"

And here, Wen Yu turned another page: "Here, when you fight the falconer, you have to scream angrily."

Ji Yanli: "..."

Something more outrageous than screaming happened.

"Here, you are gradually suppressed, but you are resentful, and you sob pitifully."

Ji Yanli: "..."

"And here at the end, you were let go, you have to scream happily." Wen Yu finally finished speaking, and looked at Ji Yanli very expectantly, "Can you call me a few times to hear?"

He Ziqi: "Fuck, what kind of tiger-wolf words are these?"

He Zilin: "What are you doing? Omega compulsory course?"

The half-hidden door of the painting studio was suddenly pushed open.

Under Ji Yanli's dumbfounded gaze, Xi Ye walked in swaggeringly, the zipper of the black coat was unzipped halfway casually, hanging half-hanging on his wide and straight shoulders, and he closed the door again very intimately, looking for it at will. Put a chair in the back.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him, Fatty and Wen Yu looked at each other, Qilin Gemini watched Ji Yanli's reaction with great interest...

No matter how Ji Yanli reacted, he was handcuffed!Can't even run away.

As the person who was most familiar with Xi Ye among the people at the scene, Ji Yanli coughed lightly and interrupted their silent eye contact with Xi Ye: "Xi Ye? What are you doing here?"

Xi Ye smiled very cutely: "Report senior, I'm here to watch your rehearsal... don't disturb you, I'll just sit, you think I'm air."

But he is like a living Buddha, the sense of presence is not too strong, sitting alone in one side of the classroom, tall and long legs, with stretched limbs.

The autumn sunlight slanted down on him thinly, covered with a layer of pale gold, which seemed to overwhelm the aura of the entire space, as if his side was the stage, and Ji Yanli and the others became the foil instead.

"How do you know I'm here..." Ji Yanli asked strangely.

The Qilin twins yelled: "Whoever wants to drive him away will go!" "Anyway, I dare not!"

"Senior," Xi Ye smiled even more, leaning back comfortably in the chair like a real audience, crossing his fingers, squinting his eyes to look at Ji Yanli, "Why do you seldom wear normal people's clothes?"

Ji Yanli blushed: "...accidents, they are all accidents."

"Then we...continue?" Wen Yu softly asked the others for their opinions.

Ji Yanli and the others only have the priority to use the borrowed painting house. If it conflicts with other people's activities, they can ask people to leave.

But if Xi Ye is just sitting there watching, there is no reason why they should stop rehearsing.

"By the way, where did we go?" Wen Yu asked.

The fat man's expression became contorted, and he pointed at Ji Yanli very apologetically: "...let him call."

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