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"What are you doing!!!!"

Yan Si and Xie Zhi's stare at each other was interrupted by an angry roar.

Zhou Ping appeared at the anti-theft door, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief—wow, to describe it as a mess, it is considered minor.

The entire stage was covered with snowflake foam, and many even flew to the sound system next to it or the seats below, as if a war about snow had just broken out.

Of course, this is also true.

Zhou Ping walked down quickly: "Do you really think that there is no one in the drama club???? Playing around our venue like this, I must tell Zhang——"

Before Zhou Ping finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Zhou Ping saw, right at his feet, a small piece of snowflakes that were still floating just now disappeared without a trace the moment he walked over.

Zhou Ping: "..."

Yan Si moved his eyes away from Xie Zhi, and said to Zhou Pingshun: "Teacher Zhou, don't worry, I didn't mean to destroy the venue, I bought the latest technology snow vases, they will automatically decompose, and they are all environmentally friendly Material."

Zhou Ping: "..."

As an ordinary teacher, Zhou Ping had never heard of such a magical thing.

Not only him, except for Yan Si, no one has heard of it.

Looking down at the snow vase in their hands, everyone realized that this snow vase is indeed not the low-quality snow vase sold outside. The whole body of the bottle is designed in silver and white, which looks very technological.

The happiness of the rich is so simple and boring!

Zhou Ping looked at Yan Si speechlessly, his sternness just now seemed to be a joke, so he could only add a few words: "It's not right to not go back to the dormitory so late!"

Yan Si: "Yes, yes, it's my fault, teacher forgive me."

Yan Si's attitude of admitting his mistakes was sincere and kind, Zhou Ping really had nothing else to point out, so he could only decide to escort the students back to the dormitory.

Yan Si threw the almost empty snow vase back into the carton, and the moment he turned his head, he saw Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi was bending over to pack the snow vases in another box, with his back to him.

The ambiguity just now disappeared after this battle.

Yan Si touched his lips, feeling a little inexplicable, but also a bit pity.

Xie Zhi squatted on the ground, trying to erect several snow vases and arrange them neatly.

In fact, these are all used to be thrown away, and he doesn't know the meaning of his actions.

but……

Xie Zhi could only use this to cover up his heart that started beating wildly again.

Xie Zhi picked up a snow vase, put it near his heart, and pressed the place with the mouth of the bottle—if Zhou Ping hadn't interrupted him, he would have said something just now.

In short, it must not be "Actually, I am your fan".

Xie Zhi remembered the unintentional words on Weibo again, Xie Zhi quickly shook his head, and continued to concentrate on placing the bottles in front of him.

After putting away the bottle, Ji Jing just came in, took Yan Si's manager with him, and said that he still had some work arrangements for tonight, which would be carried out overnight.

Yan Si hastily greeted Xie Zhi and went out.

In the next few days, as the New Year's Day approached, everyone lost a lot of time to think about these things, just immersed in practicing day by day, practicing, practicing again.

It is in this kind of concentration.

Finally, December 31st arrived as scheduled.

On December 31st, half-day classes were held in the morning, and in the afternoon there was a school-wide garden party organized by the teacher group.

Although the officially arranged New Year's Day celebrations only started in the afternoon, in the morning—except for those perverts in the rocket class, no one could continue to study calmly.

Therefore, almost all the classes have been paying close attention to the gymnasium, which is the location of the New Year's Day party tonight, since the morning.

"Look, look, there is another car driving in. How many cars is this?"

"According to my statistics, No.30 trip."

"This year's specification is so high??? 31 trains to transport supplies?"

In fact, this sentence is a bit problematic, because in the final statistics, it is not 31 trips, but 52 trips.

The ones that came in the morning were just some decorations, and the real large-scale appliances had already been transported into the venue by cart last night.

The gossip about the New Year's Day stage lasted all morning, and finally reached a formal climax at noon.

Someone put up a post in the school forum with a blurry multifaceted image of the stage.

Favorite president in the world: [Theme post: Does anyone want to see the New Year's Day stage? 】

The angles of the photos in the theme post are very strange. Some of them seem to be taken by people hanging from the sky. The photographers used Gaussian blur, 1/5 second shutter, widened aperture and other shooting techniques to hide the real stage while hiding the whole picture. , and let everyone have a glimpse of the magnificence of the stage.

Two words: awesome.

This year's stage is mostly Chinese-style, with trusses extending to both sides of the stage to form two huge LED screens, traditional Chinese window frames are placed in the upper left and upper right corners, and Daifuku's dark blue yarn is pulled out from the front of the stage Curtain, to the deepest part of the stage.

Huge palace lanterns hang down from the sky, and flowing cloud patterns fly obliquely on both sides of the stage, extending to the inside.

The mountains and rivers in the large screen in the background complement the stage outside, and the whole looks like a classical picture scroll.

Comment: [Fuck...]

Comment: [Fuck...]

Comment: [Fuck...]

The very neat "Fuck" lined up about ten pages. Under such an awesome stage, all the words could only be condensed into this very short words.

It wasn't until ten pages away that everyone found energy to discuss something else.

Or start with the shit: [Fuck... Is the student union open this year? ? ? 】

Comments: [Should we ask if our school is open? Our school is so rich? ? ? 】

Comments: [I don't know if I should say a word or not, the principal, the president, making dirty money is not a good idea! 】

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Comments: [I don't care about the price, I just know that it looks good, it's the level of a commercial concert, right? ! 】

Comments: [This is too crowded, no wonder the third year of high school is kind enough to participate this year. 】

Comments: [Mom, this is too great, who is the father of the funder?Come out and accept my bow! 】

It's Yan Si, the patron's father.

But this patron's father, currently has no time to accept anyone's kneeling, he is accompanying Xie Zhi to face Zhang Dakai's storm.

When Zhang Dakai was preparing for the garden tour, he finally learned the bad news that his whole class was going to perform tonight.

Zhang Dakai was so angry that his wig fell off: "Wow, wow!!! Xie Zhi, how did you become the monitor of your class??? Leading the students to do such a thing of deception!!!"

Seeing Xie Zhi standing at the front and being scolded, Xu Qiao couldn't bear it: "Actually, I'm not the monitor..."

In the middle of saying this, Xu Qiao remembered - it was indeed the class leader who took the lead in this matter, so there was no way to wash it away.

Zhang Dakai: "The trust I gave you was paid by mistake!!!"

Li Yiyi: "...?"

Li Yiyi sent a message to her best friend: [Is Mr. Zhang reading any Jinjiang novels recently? 】

Best friend: 【No, his wife is reviewing The Legend of Zhen Huan recently. 】

Li Yiyi: 【Oh, no wonder. 】

Xie Zhi has never been criticized so much by any teacher since elementary school, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed, but when he took a look at Yan Si standing beside him, Xie Zhi couldn't help but straighten his waist.

Xie Zhi: "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhang..."

Yan Si: "It wasn't him who took the lead, it was me."

Xie Zhi looked at Yan Si in astonishment, and then glanced at the camera overhead.

Just now Liu She already knew how to go out, but the camera in the classroom also has a recording function, which can record all the facts.

Xie Zhi was a little anxious: "Why did you bring it? It was me, obviously it was me."

Xie Zhi: "I gave you the registration form for the New Year's Day program. Really, Mr. Zhang, trust me."

Zhang Dakai: "..."

Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi's anxious look, and couldn't help laughing: "Well, it is indeed. That is why I led you to ruin first, so you did such a thing."

"In the final analysis, it's still my fault." Yan Si concluded.

In the final analysis, this is really, well-founded and convincing.

Zhang Dakai almost pouted in anger, he stretched out his trembling index finger, pointed at Xie Zhi, then pointed at Yan Si, before he could say anything, he saw a corner of red coat coming in from the front door.

The principal is here.

The principal is still the same principal, with long hair and shawl, red skirt and red lips, full of aura. When he came in, he first looked at Yan Si and smiled.

Principal: "Student Yan, thank you for donating our stage."

Yan Si raised his head, smiling equally brightly: "You're welcome, you're making a contribution to the school."

The pleasantries between the two of them did not bring any warmth to the frozen class, but after they finished speaking, the coldness quickly returned.

The principal glanced at the silent students in the class, and Zhang Dakai, who was so angry that he didn't know that the wig had fallen off, and heard it before his lips smiled: "Isn't it time for me to come in? Why is the atmosphere so serious?"

Zhang Dakai: "Principal, look at how daring the children are nowadays. When they sign up for the New Year's Eve party, even I, the class teacher, don't know how to say it!"

Principal: "Is there such a thing?"

Zhang Dakai: "Why isn't there such a thing? After the student self-government, just—"

Zhang Dakai was about to say something, but suddenly remembered that student self-government seemed to be the method that the principal in front of him advocated, so he closed his mouth speechlessly.

The culprit seems to be you, the principal.

The culprit still had a calm expression on his face. I don't know if he really didn't know what Zhang Dakai was thinking, or he pretended not to know: "This is a bit inappropriate. The head teacher is right to criticize you. I support the work of the head teacher."

Zhang Dakai looked at the principal, his expression finally eased a little.

Principal: "Mr. Zhang, why don't you take this opportunity and give them a difficulty requirement?"

Zhang Dakai: "Difficulty requirements?"

The headmaster's suggestion was indeed just right. Anyway, it was the way it was, and it was impossible for him to prevent the students from performing on stage. It was a good idea to take the opportunity to make a request.

Zhang Dakai said slowly: "This final exam, all members are not allowed to fall out of the top [-] in the grade."

How is this possible? ? ? ? ?

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the classroom changed from "silence like cicadas" to "mourning everywhere"—of course, the main reason is to rely on the eyes to mourn, and even if you kill this group of students, you dare not continue to mourn with your mouth at this time.

The principal saw that Zhang Dakai had been coaxed, and finally said: "That's how it is, everyone help Teacher Zhang clean up the classroom, and the garden activities will start soon."

Only then did Zhang Dakai remember that he still had the task of organizing a garden tour later.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Dakai had no choice but to stand up, and asked the students to help him adjust the tables and chairs.

The principal patted Xie Zhi's shoulder with his head down, motioning him and Yan Si to come out with him.

The three of them walked up the corridor together.

Principal: "No matter what the reason, it's always bad to lie."

Xie Zhi: "...um."

Principal: "What will happen in the future, remember, communicate, not deceive."

Both Yan Si and Xie Zhi nodded, seeming to understand, but also seeming not to understand.

The principal laughed again, and he glanced at the end of the corridor, where a few people with large boxes just appeared.

"The make-up artist is here," said the headmaster. "Go ahead—I'm looking forward to your evening show."

Because all the venues have to be vacated for garden activities this afternoon, the student union only coordinated the only pure land in the teacher's office to make up for the actors of tonight's show.

Generally speaking, a program group occupies at most one office, but Yan Si is a star after all, and it is not realistic to mix and change clothes with everyone, so I borrowed an extra utility room for Yan Si to use.

In this way, Yan Si and Xie Zhi separated.

The make-up artist led Xie Zhi to Zhang Dakai's seat, first opened a simple clothes rail, hung up the ancient clothes Xie Zhi was about to change into, and then put his own makeup case on Zhang Dakai's desk without any politeness. , Take out the customized hair set that you carry with you.

After putting on the wig for Xie Zhi, the makeup artist had time to examine Xie Zhi's facial features carefully.

Then, the makeup artist sighed heavily: "Hey!"

Xie Zhi raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

The makeup artist took out lotion, poured it on a cotton pad, and said, "I just feel that all my hard work is wasted!"

Xie Zhi was puzzled: "What effort is in vain?"

"The hard work of preparation was in vain." The makeup artist pressed the cotton pad on Xie Zhi's face, gently wiped away the dust or oil for him, and then found out with grief and indignation that there was no oil secreted at all.

Makeup artist: "You don't know how excited I was when I received Yan Si's order. I studied the variety shows and photos you have been on overnight, and designed several sets of plans for your facial defects."

Xie Zhi: "Yeah."

Makeup artist: "As a result, when I came here, I found that TV can really make people ugly sometimes. Look at your face, where is there any flaw?? Where, is there a little flaw?"

The make-up artist threw away the cotton pad in her hand, and turned Xie Zhi's head to the small mirror she set up.

Xie Zhi looked at himself in the mirror, and could see that he was not ugly, but he was far from shocking.

Xie Zhi: "It's okay, it's far worse than Yan Si."

The makeup artist threw back the Phantom of the Opera concealer that he had just taken out, randomly found a bottle of liquid foundation, used a brush to apply it, and shook his head upon hearing this.

"Close your eyes." The makeup artist said, "How could you be far behind Yan Si, you two are truly matched, a match made in heaven."

...Does this mean that she is boasting about her beauty?

It's because the makeup artist doesn't understand idioms, where did they use idioms indiscriminately?

Xie Zhi wanted to open his eyes, but before he could move, he felt the brush gently brushing his eyelids, Xie Zhi had no choice but to give up.

The makeup artist chatted with Xie Zhi at the beginning, but after applying the base makeup, she stopped talking at all. She took out eyebrow pencil, eye shadow, mascara, eyelash curler and other things in turn, and the makeup artist carefully applied Xie Zhi's makeup .

It was really difficult to put makeup on Xie Zhi.

Makeup artists are actually very good at balancing other people's flaws. After all, they just add some shadows, cover some acne marks, and emphasize the balance of beautiful facial features.

However, facing a person like Xie Zhi who is already good-looking enough, if he is not careful in writing, it is easy to cover up his original temperament and make the person ugly.

When it comes to makeup, the icing on the cake—it's actually not that simple.

What's more, in addition to adding icing on the cake, he also had to adapt to the stage lighting and the characters. The makeup artist was very careful with his brushstrokes. It took an hour and a half to paint the whole face before he barely passed his own aesthetic inspection.

"Xie Zhi." The makeup artist looked at the ancient beauty she had created, and was filled with emotion, "Are you really not in the circle?"

Xie Zhi thought for a while, then shook his head.

Makeup artist: "Hey!!!"

Makeup artist: "Your appearance is not in the circle! It's just that the dog is blessed by the lack of beauty-forget it, stand up, and I will put the clothes on for you."

The steps of putting on ancient costumes are very troublesome, and you can't do it by yourself. Xie Zhi is not used to a girl touching him, but he still resists and asks the makeup artist to help him put on the clothes.

The moment the clothes were put on, before the make-up artist had time to express his emotions again, he heard a knock on the office door.

"Xie Zhi, are you ready?"

It was Yan Si's voice.

"Okay, okay!" The makeup artist became excited instantly, and reached out to pat Xie Zhi's back, and the makeup artist motioned him to go forward, "Go, show Yan Si quickly."

Shen Feiyu stood in the corner, and another makeup artist was adjusting the emperor's costume for him. Hearing this, he was stunned, and involuntarily exchanged glances with Yu Ji who was next to him.

Shen Feiyu: "Don't these words sound familiar to you?"

Fan Ming interjected: "I'm familiar with it, I've heard it—have you watched the ancient romance drama? The lady has changed her wedding dress, hurry up and show it to the husband."

Everyone in the office was thoughtful, and they made a clear statement simultaneously: "Oh——"

Xie Zhi didn't hear the conversation between Shen Feiyu and his roommate. When the two were talking, he had just been accompanied by the makeup artist to the door and put his hand on the doorknob.

Stretching out his hand, pressing the handle, and pulling the door open, Xie Zhi raised his head and froze there on the spot.

Yan Si's long hair stood on end, and he stood less than three inches outside the door, looking at the door with a serious expression. He was wearing a red-gold Hanfu, and a black shirt with large sleeves, collar and sleeves. Rolling embroidered wide gold and red sun patterns and a group of pythons ride in the light; around the waist is an emerald green jade pendant, and a long sword makes a loud sound when walking.

Yan Si has never acted in a costume drama before, this is the first time Xie Zhi has seen his ancient costume, and when Yan Si is swept over by the elongated eyes of make-up, he is full of majesty like an emperor.

Xie Zhi was severely suppressed by this coercion, and quietly supported the wall.

My mother is also so handsome, I know why the women in the harem beat their heads to the ground for fighting for an emperor!

It is necessary, really necessary! ! !

Although, there is one thing to say!How did this look come about? ? ?How did you manage to have such a dignified look in your eyes? ? ?

If you want to ask this question, the answer is quite simple.

The owner of the dignified and serious eyes put it bluntly - he just stared blankly.

The moment Xie Zhi opened the door, Yan Si seemed to feel a gust of breeze coming under the bright moon. The squad leader only wore a very simple blue Hanfu, half of his long hair was tied up, and the rest was still hanging down his shoulders. His eyes are indifferent and his temperament is cold.

At first glance, it looks like those literati who "this is a humble room, but I am virtuous" in ancient books, are those who stand in the forest to listen to the wind, sit alone in the secluded bamboo, and fish alone in the mountains and rivers.

One of the two people is inside the door and the other is outside the door, as if acupuncture points were tapped, or a competition of "whoever moves first, who leads the dog" was launched. Anyway, neither of them moved, and they just looked at each other blankly. .

The make-up artist looked at this scene with a smile on his face. After admiring it silently for a while, he took out his mobile phone to take all the shots, and then walked behind Xie Zhi.

"Look at this suit, there is a mechanism." The makeup artist said softly, putting his hand on Xie Zhi's shoulder.

"Pa, pa——" After a few crisp sounds, all the concealed buttons on Xie Zhi's shoulders were torn off, and the fabric turned down naturally due to gravity, and the whole suit suddenly changed into a white Shengxue suit.

At the same time, a circle of white fluff popped out from Xie Zhi's shoulders, covering his entire shoulders. The makeup artist quickly took out a hair press and put it on Xie Zhi's head. Then, two long hairs His ears hung down from the back of his head.

White, lop-eared rabbit.

Xie Zhi didn't react for a while, he stretched out his hand, touched his ears that appeared suddenly, and then touched his slippery white clothes, the cold gaze disappeared instantly, Xie Zhi raised his hands in a panic Put it down twice, and put it on your chest again, as if trying to explain——

I'm not a rabbit, I'm really not a rabbit.I can't explain this to you, because I'm just a...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm not a rabbit! ! !

Xie Zhi was too anxious to speak, but the makeup artist had a lot to say.

The makeup artist faced Yan Si and smiled: "How is it, Mr. Yan, are you satisfied?"

This is the proud work of their studio. They were able to switch Xie Zhi's human servant to the white rabbit demon's cross-dressing within a second. I didn't tell Yan Si before, just to surprise him.

But having said that, this way of asking is also very similar to...

"Bridal dress shop." Shen Feiyu mouthed.

Everyone crowded behind the door and nodded clearly.

Hearing the makeup artist say this, Xie Zhi's helpless hands and feet also calmed down. He looked at Yan Si expectantly, and couldn't help being a little nervous.

Yan Si's eyes turned twice on Xie Zhi, and finally moved away unnaturally.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Si raised his right hand, put his index finger next to his cheek, and scraped lightly, then turned his face, put his right hand over Xie Zhi's shoulder, stretched it behind his head, and pinched the soft rabbit ears.

Yan Si: "Cough... this..."

Yan Si pinched Xie Zhi's rabbit ears with his fingers: "Is there anything you can't be satisfied with..."

The author has something to say: In the end, I changed it!Xie Zhi Bunny is cute!Is Prince Yansi handsome? ! !