On how to save the world by defeating the protagonist

Chapter 51 Before the Christmas Ball
"To be honest, I always think that our school doesn't say that the school spirit is good, at least it's decent." In the principal's room, Tong Lu lay on the head of the main god and beat her chest and feet: "Even though it is normally on weekends and never makes up lessons, the physical education teacher is in good health, and the senior three There is only one evening self-study, and I have never doubted its teaching level."

"Until you join forces to hold a Christmas dance outside." She slapped her thigh, directly on the other person's leg: "Do you know that it will instantly break our school's long-term rules and regulations that restrict students' puppy love? Do you know that this kind of activity is very easy to do? Is there an incorrect trend of comparison? Do you have that much budget to decorate the venue?”

"I've only seen such flamboyant things as the 'Christmas Ball' in the novels of the brainless Mary Sue!" These! You don’t have the three-day evening self-study from the first year of high school, you don’t have a physical education teacher who gets sick every day, and it’s fine if you don’t have canteen meals that are so bad as to be fed to pigs.”

"You don't even have the most basic make-up lessons during the winter and summer vacations?" Tong Lu said heartbrokenly, with a heavy face: "This is not possible! If we don't finish all the texts in the second year of high school, and then spend the entire third year in high school to review, how can we guarantee the next year? rate? What kind of dance is held at such a critical moment? Do we still have our signboard?"

The main god who was attacked three times in a row finally couldn't sit still, and grabbed the salty pig's hand that the man was slapping on her leg: "Maybe I have never been a principal, and everything I do now is not the same as your original plane." My 'principal' wants to go far, but, you have to believe, I am a god!"

"In this plane, if the teaching plan of the protagonist's school is like this, it means that the teaching plans of all other schools are not much different!" She frowned and explained: "Since other schools teach step by step, then Why are we in such a hurry? Except for the protagonist, the cultural level of the rest of the peers is actually the same."

In other words, as long as all the middle schools in the plane are sloppy together, the overall level can be lowered, thereby covering up the time wasted by this school on this stupid ball?Tong Lu couldn't laugh or cry, what kind of logic is this?

She was thinking about how to refute this little cutie who had never experienced hell in her third year of high school, but the other party suddenly raised her head and said, "Anyway, this Christmas ball is not my idea alone, it was all created by this plane." Yes! Doesn’t it have some kind of Anmorie College? The event set by the principal of the college is also the most important turning point in the protagonist’s life so far!”

"In any case, the dance will go on as scheduled, unless you have chug that Ye Luoxi before Christmas!" Putting his face on the savior's face angrily, the Lord God pouted: "But I won't allow you Come on, or you will want to go to the next world... Anyway, I want to hold a dance party! Also, next time you pat your thighs, remember to pat your own legs!"

Hey, the little white rabbit is quite resolute this time. Seeing this, he tries hard to put on a "I'm fierce", but actually trembles all over his body with a nervous expression, and exudes "I'm so scared and I'm super nice" from the inside out. Tong Lu was inexplicably happy to bully the little boy with a temperament, and suddenly had the urge to bully the little animal:
"If I'm going to shoot you, what do you want?" She pinched the soft flesh on the waist of the other party, twisted it lightly, and then added a dissolute and impolite smirk: "The Christmas ball is up to you The headmaster decides, but, the hand grows on me, so it's not up to you."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately leaned close to the other party's ear: "I just want to shoot you, what can you do with me?"

As a savior, Tong Lu still has the idea that the mission is the most important.Since this ball is a key event in the growth process of the protagonist, even if he doesn't want to, he has to bite the bullet.So she acquiesced to the holding of the ball.However, that doesn't mean she won't play a "little" prank on it:
"Do you want to jump up and hit my Tianling Gaier, huh?" She looked at the main god panicked with a playful smile: "I kindly remind you that human beings cannot stand up when they are sitting."

After the Lord God's bluff was fruitless, he was pinched by this man and almost jumped out. Now he was about to cry or not, but he just wanted to find a place to hide so that he could maintain the last trace of "God's majesty"; however, a boss There was only so much space in the chair, and she twisted and twisted it without any other effect except to make the other party feel better.

In the end, she finally resigned, leaning on her savior pitifully: "Okay, that's it for the Christmas ball. In exchange, you can pinch me." She blinked and looked at her partner at 45 degrees: "But, I don't understand why you hate Yule Balls so much."

"Can't you dance?"

As soon as this remark came out, the person who was about to jump turned into Tong Lu: she turned her neck in an unnatural position, her eyes were empty: "No, although most high school students can't dance now, don't worry ,I can."

"Then why do you still hate dancing?" The Lord God's curiosity was aroused: "You're not good at dancing? It doesn't matter, I can teach you."

But when Tong Lu heard this, she didn't turn her neck, but started talking about him: "Actually, when I was a high school student with mediocre grades and nothing but handsomeness and strength, our The principal, the kind old man who wanted the school to be in line with the big city, but in fact, the top of his head was in line with the skating rink, held a New Year's Day dance once."

"It failed?" The Lord God continued to ask.

"It turned out to be very successful. It's just that this dance party implemented the practice of high school learning, combining New Year's Day riddles, test papers, and some thoughts, it is basically a large-scale cultural performance. And the ballroom dance that has been practiced for a month, It has also become a new version of men's and women's healthy communication radio gymnastics, or a competition between classes."

"In the end your class lost?"

"That's right. Because in the ballroom dancing camp in my class, there is a blank space with me as the center of the circle. The circumference is at least one meter wide. Every male student who is close to the center of the circle will unconsciously tremble like stepping on a switch." Legs, dodging, twitching and other movements caused me to dance alone in the center of the circle, in front of the teachers and students of the whole school. The spotlight hit me on the head, as if I was going to evaporate in the next moment."

"Then where is your dance partner?"

"Until the day before the competition, I had a chubby dance partner with the best temper in the school." Speaking of this, Tong Lu couldn't help showing sadness: "It's a pity that after the rehearsal that day, he was taken to the hospital, and it was said that he had an ankle. When he came out, his thumb was already covered with a layer of plaster. Not to mention dancing, he needed help even walking."

"My God," the Lord God covered his mouth, "Did he roll down the stairs?"

"No," Tong Lu finally lowered her head, with a trace of sadness in her eyes: "His left thumb was broken, and I stepped on it."

"In the process of dancing, I have suffered three cramps, cracked nails five times, injured the back of my foot once, and broken a bone when I stepped on it. I am still a little girl whose teacher has sworn that she will never get hurt. Fatty. Until now, I feel sorry for him." She lightly scratched the main god's face:
"I heard that the principal of Anmory College will also come to dance at that time. Do you want me to drive people away by trampling them and offending them to death?"

"Actually, I have a better way." The Lord God rubbed her hand, expressing a "comfort": "There is still a month before the dance, and I can teach you to be a qualified dance master before then."

(End of this chapter)