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As a result, the performance of the fairy tale adaptation of the drama that was agreed upon came to an end, but still went wrong.

On the day of the school celebration, the auditorium was full of people, and the school leader was an old man with a beard, sitting in the front row with a smile on his face.

The stage was brightly lit, the dance class was on its curtain call, and the auditorium burst into applause.

"Who else is familiar with the script?" The drama director hurriedly shuttled backstage in an eager tone.

The students who were about to perform on stage looked at each other, An Jin and Yu Chu stood in the corner, the students did not dare to come over to talk, so a space was vacated.

The young man raised his eyes slightly and glanced over there.

There were people passing by, and they all cast their gazes. The boy in the dragon suit was slender, leaning against the column, cold and lazy.

Yu Chu remembered his responsibilities as a follower, stood beside Zhuma, and helped him block some of his sight.

An Jin lowered her eyes to look at her for a few seconds, then raised her lips slightly and said in a low voice, "Come over here."

Xiao Qingmei looked up at him.

"You were almost hit by someone." The boy whispered, holding her wrist and pulling her over. His fair and slender fingers, showing a section from under the dragon's suit, looked extremely beautiful.

When Mu Qiqi came over, he saw this harmonious scene. In fact, An Jinla Yuchu's movement was not obvious, and she quickly withdrew her hand, not paying much attention to this move.

But Mu Qiqi caught it.

She suddenly seemed to have a fishbone stuck in her throat, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and walked over, glanced at Yu Chu, and showed a gentle smile, "Student An and Junior Sister Chu Chu have Do you know? It looks familiar."

The boy did not speak.

He stared straight ahead, with a slightly cold and lazy look, as if he didn't pay attention to Mu Qiqi at all.

Yu Chu glanced at Mu Qiqi, whose face was flushed, and showed his white teeth, "Why did Sister Mu come here? It seems like something happened to me watching the drama..."

Neither of them paid any attention to her question. Mu Qiqi's face was a little embarrassed. He coughed awkwardly before continuing softly and weakly: "It seems to be the classmate who played the prince... I can't come because of a temporary accident."

This situation made Yu Chu stunned for a while. She turned to look at An Jin, but the boy didn't respond.

...well, it's none of his business.

Yu Chu stood on tiptoe and glanced in the direction of the drama director, "Can you still find someone to play it?"

"It's not very easy to find, you need to be familiar with the script and have participated in rehearsals..." Mu Qiqi was answering when someone suddenly came behind and pulled her away.

"Junior Chu Chu, do you want to think about playing the role of the prince?" The drama director stared at Yu Chu as if he had seen a savior.

When she rushed over to meet Yu Chu, the boy next to her had stood up slightly, but when she heard her words, An Jin was startled and did not speak.

"Apart from the actors, you were the only one who participated in the whole rehearsal. The situation was too sudden... I can only ask you, we never thought of such a thing before..."

The president almost held her hand and cried bitterly. Yu Chu couldn't help crying and laughing, and briefly recalled the content of the rehearsal - the prince just waved his sword along the way, and after saving the princess, borrowed a kiss to call the curtain.

She glanced at Mu Qiqi.

Mu Qiqi's face was indeed stiff.

The prank mood surged, Yu Chu smiled and nodded in agreement, "Okay president, I'll play."