When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

When it was time for evening self-study, Li Yihuan patted the drowsy He Feng awake, and told him with great regret that both the vicious elder sister and the vicious second sister had signed up, and he could no longer play the vicious sister with Yang Jingcheng—he didn’t care about that. No regrets but applause.

Now almost all the roles have been settled, including the voice actors, and there are only two protagonists left-Beauty and the Beast.The class committee members are very anxious now, there is no one to play the leading role, so what else to play.

Jiang Lan and the others jumped over the wall in a hurry, and came up with a bad idea to drive ducks to the shelves - without waiting for anyone to sign up, the whole class votes directly, whoever votes is whoever votes, and he has to act if he doesn't act - he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

After the evening self-study, Jiang Lan told everyone not to rush back to the dormitory after handing in their homework, but to cast a vote first.The whole class had great enthusiasm for this matter and cooperated very well. After a while, all the tickets were collected.The class committee stayed behind to make statistics, and the other students went back to the dormitory first.

The results of the voting fulfilled his ominous premonition—out of 53 people in the class, 52 voted for me to play the beast.There was another vote for myself, and I voted for Lan Ye——isn't his rough appearance suitable for playing a beast?But why vote for him?Does he look like a beast?Or because he looks fierce?

The votes for beauties were not so concentrated. Yang Jingcheng got the role of "beauty" with a slight margin of 23 votes—her face was blackened into the bottom of the pot, and He Feng now felt that she was much worse than himself—letting Yang Jingcheng wear a skirt Being coy made her feel worse than killing her.

So they laughed unceremoniously, Li Yihuan laughed so hard that he pounded on the table, Jiang Lan and the others restrained a little bit, trying to make a comforting expression, but they still failed—they turned into gloating .Unsurprisingly, the next few people got Yang Jingcheng's revenge and vented their anger. Li Yihuan's arm still hurt the next day.

But no matter what, all the actors, voice actors, directors, production, and logistics have been arranged, and the script has been revised several times, and it has begun to take shape-rehearsals can already begin.

After the last get out of class of the next morning, everyone in the classroom rushed to the cafeteria.For some reason, he didn't have much appetite, so he asked Li Yihuan and the others not to wait for him, and he slept in the classroom for a while.

But he couldn't sleep at all. In fact, he had already slept in two classes.Today is cloudy, but it is not raining. The autumn wind is blowing in bursts. The branches outside the window are blown by the wind and slap the glass window. It feels like a storm is coming.

Let it rain quickly, and wash away the restlessness in his heart.

He took out the script out of boredom, but he didn't know where to read it. He wanted to read only his own part, but he felt unsure about the whole script, and he thought it was too much to read all of it.He flipped through it randomly, put it down again, and lay down on the table, his mind was in a mess and he couldn't concentrate at all.

What is Luo Yunting doing?Should I eat in the cafeteria, or read in the classroom?The food in the cafeteria is so unpalatable, it is not suitable for Luo Yunting at all, a clean and indifferent person like him should eat exquisite food.

What is their class playing?What role does he play?

He Feng didn't want to go to class in the afternoon, so he took the script and walked towards the basketball court.

The basketball court is divided into two courts.Since the school is built on a hillside, the terrain is not flat, so the two basketball courts are not on the same level, except for the one where the students often play, there is another court that has to go up several steps, and the court is not brushed. The paint is the original kind of concrete floor, with only one court and a horizontal half court.This kind of court is very bad for basketball shoes, and even the best soles can't be worn a few times. Therefore, unless you really can't find a court, people generally don't come up to play.

Several clusters of winter jasmine were planted around the site, and now there are no golden flowers, only green branches.This basketball court is relatively closed. Except for the opening up the steps, it is surrounded by a high wall. The wall is built of stones and sealed with cement. Now it is covered with green plants.There is a stone chair near the inside, and couples may often come on a date, but it is clean.

He planned to stay here for a while and read the script.

The sky was gloomy, and the wind that was blowing manically was mixed with rain, but he didn't want to go back at all, and even hoped that the rain would fall soon and wet him.

At this time, his heart seemed to be quiet for a while.

But it’s strange—in fact, he doesn’t like rain. He likes the bright sun and sultry wind, the dry air and the noisy and quiet cicadas. He likes to see the sun shining on the leaves, making them crystal clear A clear appearance... This kind of atmosphere makes him comfortable, calms him, makes him lazy, and allows him to feel the thick or light longing in his heart.

But he was looking forward to the rain so much, he was looking forward to the cold rain to extinguish his arrogance, and he hoped that the manic wind would make him have no time to care about the pain and sweetness in his heart.

Are people as contradictory as he is?Everyone wants to be extraordinary, right?But some people choose to be ordinary, just like everyone is eager to survive, but some people still choose to die.

Everyone will regret that when a living life chooses to be silent, when a destined great man chooses to be ordinary.What about him?If he is extraordinary, will anyone take it for granted?Would anyone feel sorry for him if he was mediocre?Would anyone be glad if he was alive?Would anyone grieve if he died?

Is he alive?Is he destined to be extraordinary?

he does not know.

He felt a little cold, and the rain finally started to fall as he wished.

Many times, he always felt that his body was full of strength. This boiling energy made him invincible in fights, making him feel that no matter how heavy the fist fell on him, he would not die.But he doesn't feel that way now, the cold rain fell on him, his hair became wet, and the strands of hair stuck to his face, the rainwater flowed down, into his clothes, and the wet clothes stuck to his body. On his back, he felt the cold go into his body.

The script was still in his hand, and he couldn't let the script get wet, so he stuffed the script into his clothes.

He knew he must look like a fool.But stupidity is only judged by the world, and what is used to define it is also the standard set by ordinary people. What is the meaning of this to him?Is he a mortal?Isn't he a mortal?

Suddenly the wind and rain subsided, and he felt a little bit of warm breath and a faint reassuring smell.He looked up and realized he couldn't see the torrential rain or the color of the sky.

All he could see was that beautiful face.There was also rain on this man's face, and his soft and slightly curly black hair seemed to be covered with moisture, and those deep eyes looked at him, like ripples in a deep stream.

He is so pale.

He wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he was sitting and this man was standing. There was not only a distance between them, but also the handle of the black umbrella supported by this man.

He wouldn't give up, so he stood up, still reaching for the man's face.When he stood up, the distance between the two became extremely close, and Luo Yunting did not retreat.As soon as he raised his hand, it touched his face.He held the script in the other hand and held it tightly.

It is slightly cool, yet with a gentle temperature.

He wanted to hug him, and in fact he did.The back of his neck is also very pale, but there is a warm breath, and his embrace is dry, tender, and warm, which makes people feel at ease.He didn't dare to use force, for fear of breaking the beautiful things, and he dared not let go, for fear that what he had at this moment would be fleeting.

"You'll catch a cold like this." The man said softly.

This sentence seemed to wake him up from his dream, and it seemed to lull him to sleep.

He still didn't want to let go, and whispered in this man's ear, "Why are you here?"

He couldn't see his face, but he could see his thin back and feel the vibration of his chest when he spoke. Luo Yunting said: "I just came back from the cafeteria and met your friend." Without breaking free, without saying a word, "He said you didn't go to eat, but you were not in the classroom when I went to see it, so I thought you should be outside."

"Why did you come to see me?"

Luo Yunting did not answer this question, but said softly, "Go back and change your clothes."

So he let go of him and walked to his right.They walked across the rain-soaked basketball court and walked around the teaching building towards the dormitory.The trees on the side of the road were rustled by the rain, and the autumn leaves were knocked down to the ground, sticking to the ground wetly.

He seemed to have never seen Luo Yunting in the dormitory, so he asked him, "Where do you live?"

"I don't live at school."

"why?"

Luo Yunting was silent for a while, then said softly: "Many things are inconvenient."

He didn't want to say more, and He Feng didn't want to ask any more.This person walking beside him with an umbrella is already the most beautiful thing in itself.Other things about him, even though he wanted to know, he didn't want to press him, and he didn't want to know when he didn't want others to know. He hoped to go in, into his territory.

Luo Yunting only sent him to the downstairs of the dormitory, and said: "Later, you can go directly to the classroom from the starry sky corridor, you go back and have a rest, I will go first."

He turned around to leave, but paused again. He turned his head, took out something from the pocket of his school uniform jacket, and handed it to He Feng.

"This is for you." He frowned.

There are stars in his eyes, and He Feng is sure that he has seen them.

He reached out and took it—a chocolate.

Luo Yunting turned and left.

In fact, he wanted him to stay, but he didn't know how to keep him.

This autumn rain came and went quickly. He entered the dormitory to change clothes, and the rain outside the window almost stopped.

He put the white chocolate into his mouth, and the sweetness spread throughout his mouth and then into his heart.But he didn't know why, under the sweetness, there was a bit of bitterness.

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