Tell you to turn backwards?

"...Why don't we draw lots, just write the roles and put them there, we can play whatever roles we draw, and we can't complain about the roles we choose, it depends on your luck." Deputy squad leader Lin Kexin broke the embarrassment , made a suggestion, "That's it, it depends on your luck."

Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze looked at each other, Wu Shifeng thought that his usual luck was not too bad, and Meng Ze's expression showed no sign of impatience.

So Wu Shifeng nodded, and ordered Meng Ze's share by the way.

Lin Kexin did as he said, and wrote the small note in a few minutes, kneaded it into a ball of similar size, and shook it in a pen holder.The girls discussed for a while and decided that Meng Ze would draw first. After all, he never agreed to play the role, and the possibility of suddenly regretting it was as high as 90.00%.

Meng Ze didn't move, Wu Shifeng immediately grabbed his wrist with a smile, and pressed it in the direction of the pen holder. In order to divert Meng Ze's attention, Wu Shifeng didn't stop talking: "You are so good-looking, you will definitely get a You are a prince, trust me."

Perhaps it was because Wu Shifeng's eyes and attitude were too sincere, God really satisfied him with the locomotive that he casually said. The post-it note in Meng Ze's hand was written in black and white with the words "Prince".

Wu Shifeng: Is it too late for me to wish him the Little Mermaid?

First of all, this may be the only chance in his life to see Meng Ze's women's clothing, but the opportunity has been lost and will not come again; moreover, he, who is drawn at the back, has a 70.00% chance of getting a female character.

Help!

Seeing that even the role of Siren, who is both male and female, has been taken away, Wu Shifeng leaned back in the chair and said in despair: "I won't play anymore, I will find another student for you."

Several girls looked at him together, Wu Shifeng, who was a shameless student, had a thick skin anyway, so he wasn't afraid at all.

However, as soon as Meng Ze looked up at him, he faltered, and his thick skin like the Great Wall was cut to the thickness of gold leaf.

He was the one who tricked Meng Ze into performing the show, if he came and ran away... Wu Shifeng saw Meng Ze's half-smile expression as soon as he turned his head, and felt that his dog head was in danger.

So he laughed, pretending that he wasn't the one who was going to slip away just now: "I'm just kidding, it's time for me to smoke?"

"You don't need to smoke anymore," Meng Ze wrote lightly, "there is only one role left—Little Mermaid, I believe you can do it."

The little girl next to him laughed out of embarrassment to Meng Xuewei, but the monitor's face was not taken into consideration.

Squad leader Wu himself didn't believe that he was so wrong, and struggled to open the last ball of paper. His eyes told him that these people were not fooling him.

"Then our roles are determined like this. We spend an hour in our school's drama club for self-study in the evening of the first quarter every day." Lin Kexin said and looked at Meng Ze, "Everyone has no objections, the homework can't be finished Just take it home, and it won't affect your study much for an hour."

Huang Minshan got the role of the princess who picked up the cheap prince. Although she is no longer the protagonist, she didn't feel any displeasure: "Yes, everyone leave a phone number or contact information. It is also possible to rehearse intensively on weekends. There will be an audition next Monday, and we are running out of time."

Wu Shifeng nodded, and with a swipe of a pen, left a string of numbers on the small notebook that Huang Minshan handed over. Considering Meng Ze's temper, Wu Shifeng said for Meng Ze: "Meng Ze doesn't need to keep it, I will be in charge of contacting him. "

"Is it okay, Your Highness the Prince?" He stared into Meng Ze's eyes and asked what he meant.

Meng Ze replied teasingly: "Okay, Princess Ariel."

Wu Shifeng: "..."

The girls more or less knew that the school committee was not easy to get close to. In their hearts, Meng Ze was a big chunk of ice left over from the Ice Age, and they were thankful that he could join this performance.

It's also very normal not to leave contact information-it's normal when you think about this person's temper.

In the same way, he can joke with Wu Shifeng, but it doesn't mean he will joke with others.

So this group of people were obviously classmates, but they still couldn't help feeling cowardly in front of Meng Ze.

Meng Ze didn't have any objections, so the rehearsal of Suoyi went on like this day after day.

Everyone usually finds it troublesome and rehearses directly without changing costumes, so Wu Shifeng feels pretty good about himself.

The weather suddenly warmed up recently, Meng Ze was nagged by Wu Shifeng, so he had no choice but to add a piece of thermal underwear that Wu Shifeng kindly gave him inside the sweater, but it was too embarrassing to take it off when he was running in physical education class, so he had to wear it.

The sweat was blown by the strong wind, and he started to sneeze on the first day. Meng Ze didn't take it seriously. After a few days, it became more and more serious, and turned into a bad cold.

To Meng Ze, a cold is nothing, but he gets a headache whenever he catches a cold.

This Sunday night he had the dull ache in his head that wanted to smash his own skull into pieces.

Meng Ze hurried out and rushed to the drama club. Today is their last day of rehearsal. The other students are on vacation. Meng Ze is a little sad because he is in a hurry to go out. He brought medicine but no hot water because it is a holiday. For this reason, the school canteen was not open either.

After thinking about it, Meng Ze decided to trouble Wu Shifeng.

He clicked on the empty contact list on his mobile phone, and saw a number that Wu Shifeng involuntarily added a few days ago with the remark "The Fairy with Broken Wings".

After dialing, there was a selfie of Wu Shifeng on the screen. The angle of the photo was very good. Coupled with the filters that have been passed through countless times, this photo looks like a celebrity who came out of some fashion magazine.

In terms of Meng Ze's personal feelings, this photo is at least one and a half times better than his own.

"Meng Ze." Wu Shifeng simply omitted "Hello", and said in a slightly excited tone, "What's the matter? Today is the first time you have called me on your own initiative. I have to write it down in a note, and I can be a phone call next year." Remember the anniversary."

"..." The "sickness" that was about to come out of Meng Ze's mouth was suppressed, and his tone was already considered peaceful. After all, he was the one who wanted to trouble others, "Are you still at home now? Can you bring a cup of hot water? "

Wu Shifeng was a bit top-heavy, and almost fell into the mud pit under construction on the side of Jiangwu Road. He replied: "Just go out, just wait, I'll go buy it right away."

"Thank you." Meng Ze heard his stumbling voice, hesitated for a moment and added, "Be careful...is it raining outside?"

"Ah... ah... yes, it's raining." Wu Shifeng received the love and care from classmate Meng for the first time, and felt that his heart was stuffed with cotton, so soft as hell.

Wu Shifeng touched the money in his pocket, and took an umbrella to the door of the only milk tea shop in Jiangwu, thinking, he likes to drink pudding milk tea, so I'll buy him a cup.

"Boss, a big cup of pudding milk tea, warm."

He will definitely find me very sweet.

It's a pity that Wu Shifeng's thoughtfulness came to Meng Ze's place, and Meng Ze forced a smile on his face when he received the pudding milk tea: "My fault, I didn't tell you clearly that it was for drinking medicine."

Wu Shifeng was very regretful: "I'll take you home for a ride. There's no hot water sold around here, and the school's hot water room should be closed."

"Forget it, last time I saw Gao Yi drugged Sprite, the more he drank, the healthier he became." Meng Ze held his arm, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, he opened a window to breathe, and felt that his head was about to be blown apart , not to mention that at night, whether running or walking in the rain, it will not be a good experience.

Meng Ze hadn't mentioned the word Gao Yi since that incident, but now that he mentions it suddenly, it doesn't mean anything else.

Wu Shifeng squatted down, and there were only the two of them in the improvised men's locker room. The others had already changed their clothes, and they were trembling on the stage outside, answering their lines.

The door of the locker room was knocked suddenly, and Lin Kexin's voice came from outside: "Are you two alright? We rehearse twice, and if we succeed, we can go back."

"Wait, Meng Ze finished drinking the medicine, we'll come right away." Wu Shifeng shouted outside, only to hear Lin Kexin say, "Okay, if Meng Ze is sick, put on a coat. cold."

Then Lin Kexin's footsteps sounded outside, getting farther and farther away.

"Did you bring a coat? You just wore a sweater?" Wu Shifeng twisted a thin sweater on his body in sorrow and anger, "Tell me why you are sick? The north wind howling outside, Are you going to drive back later? My god...don't die, you said..."

"Stop nagging, 17 years old makes me look like 57 years old, and I don't have a cold." Meng Ze planned to give him a stage of his own, so he went to a simple dressing table to drink medicine.

Wu Shifeng followed him unhurriedly, he stopped nagging, but he took off his clothes very diligently. He took off his black coat and put it on Meng Ze with good intentions.

"..." Meng Ze asked, "Aren't you cold?"

"I'm wearing three pieces, and there's a fleece thermal underwear inside this sweater." Wu Shifeng put it on for him and said, "You young people are just ignorant. If you don't protect your body well now, what will happen to you when you get older? They’re all here. You’re still wearing ripped trousers in this weather, tsk tsk tsk, how can your joints bear this kind of trousers that leak air everywhere, you’ll cry if you get rheumatism in the future…”

Didn't he just wear a little thinner clothes? How could he be suffering from all kinds of serious illnesses soon, and die of terminal illness soon?

Meng Ze didn't know how to pay attention to this old mother's care, so he had to shut up and close his ears, trying to block Wu Shifeng's ubiquitous nagging.

Meng Ze opened the paper bag, put the capsule and the white pill together, poured it into his mouth, and took a sip of the pudding milk tea as if nothing had happened.

After swallowing, Wu Shifeng noticed that Meng Ze's face was a little green, so he shook his shoulder nervously: "What's wrong, what's wrong, is it stuck?"

"No." Meng Ze took another two sips of milk tea before saying, "I just had a big piece of pudding in that sip."

Others may not be able to imagine this feeling, and they can also eat a bite of pudding while mixing medicine with milk tea.

Meng Ze almost subconsciously vomited out the pudding and the pill together—forget about starting over.