My second life is a bit strange?

Feng ignored the showy Shizhi, sat down, and stuffed the book into his desk drawer. He had to go to the teacher's office later.

Kaguya also entered the classroom with a smile on her face. Both the boys and girls seemed captivated. She went to her seat and examined the injury on Kaede's face.

I found it was indeed much better than yesterday; Chujianquan's medicine was quite effective.

So he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'll change your dressing when we have lunch."

"I can do it myself."

"Can you touch the wound on his back?"

Knowing he couldn't refuse, Feng had no choice but to agree. Suddenly, a powerful wave of resentment washed over him, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Kimura noticed that his good friend Takao was slumped over the table looking listless, so he went over to ask what was wrong.

"what happened?"

"The game was delayed. I was looking forward to two holidays, from December to March, and then from March to July." As Takao spoke, his lips trembled and his teeth chattered, making a clattering sound, just like a hamster.

"Hey, you know, these things happen all the time," Kimura patted him on the back to comfort him.

When Feng arrived at the office, his teacher was preparing the lesson plan.

"You've come at the right time. The grade group just had a meeting about a new semester and a fresh start. There won't be any classes today. You can organize the students to do a big clean-up and change the blackboard bulletin board as well."

The homeroom teacher didn't look up when he spoke, but the teacher next to him winked at him, signaling him to look behind him.

He looked up in confusion, and when he saw Feng's face, he was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out. He quickly straightened his face with his hand: "What happened to your face?"

Feng scratched his chin and explained, "I injured myself while learning boxing at home during spring break."

"Learn boxing? Aren't you afraid of hurting your hands? Isn't your hobby the piano?" The homeroom teacher was even more puzzled.

"I signed up by chance."

He felt he might not be able to keep up with the way young people think: "Forget it, I can't control your private life, but be careful and wear your tie properly at school... Okay, go back now, and organize your class to choose the program for the cultural festival."

"Yes."

When I left the office, the school bell had already rung. Teachers from other classes were already in their classrooms explaining the important points for the new semester, but their homeroom teacher had pushed all the work onto him.

"It's such a headache."

Before even reaching the classroom, I could hear the class's "scouts" whispering from afar, "The class monitor is coming, quiet down."

The previously noisy classroom immediately quieted down, and even the sound of students reading aloud could be heard.

Feng scrutinized everyone in the class with deadpan eyes, then tapped the blackboard, finally stopping the reading: "Next time you're passing on information, could you please be a little quieter? I'm not deaf; I can hear you from several classes away. Ah, the class monitor is here! The class monitor is here!"

Hearing Feng speak in a high-pitched voice, the classmates burst into laughter.

The scout blushed with embarrassment and hid himself behind a book, burying his head in the sand like an ostrich.

Just then, a cheer came from next door, interrupting him. Even closing the doors and windows didn't help. After the other party quieted down, Feng continued, "The teacher originally asked me to arrange seats for you. Now, you can discuss it among yourselves and choose your own seats. If you can't reach an agreement, then come to me."

The students quickly sprang into action, all tacitly avoiding Feng's vicinity. Qianhua and the others didn't intend to move either, choosing the spots they wanted to sit in.

Then Feng continued, "The location has been chosen. A few boys will go to the library to move books. The girls will clean the classroom, and the boys will handle the heavy work of wiping windows and mopping floors. Everyone, get moving!"

"Hurry up and finish this so I can hold a class meeting to choose the class program and theme for the cultural festival. Then you can have free time, okay?"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Squad leader, I love you!"

Feng approached the publicity committee member separately: "Xiao Jin, could you get a few girls to recreate the blackboard bulletin board?"

"Ok."

After saying all that, Feng was finally able to drink some water.

They spent a whole class period cleaning the area they were responsible for, leaving it spotless.

Then the class meeting began: "For the program, we will use anonymous voting, and everyone can give their opinions."

"Me! Me! Me! I suggest our class set up a fried chicken café, what do you think?" Kimura immediately offered his opinion.

However, he was opposed by most of his classmates. Fried chicken and coffee just don't seem to go together, do they?

But Mu Zi didn't give up: "Is it reasonable to reject something just because it hasn't appeared before? Isn't it precisely because it hasn't appeared before that it stands out?"

Many people were moved by Kimura's passionate speech, but it had nothing to do with fried chicken nuggets.

"Junko, I think a coffee shop is indeed a great idea."

"Seriously? You want fried chicken?"

"Please, I'm not interested in fried chicken at all. Don't you want to see the class president in a butler's uniform? And Princess Kaguya in a maid outfit?"

"Kaguya-sama would never wear that kind of clothes. A kimono would be more suitable, or a cheongsam, a princess dress, or something like that."

"It seems Junko still hasn't grasped the essence. The sense of transgression caused by the contrast in status is what makes people's hearts race, isn't it? Turning a young lady into a maid, hehehe, hehehe."

"Keep your voice down." Junko quickly covered her friend's mouth, stopping her from speaking boldly.

Their whispered conversation was overheard by the surrounding classmates, who all began to speculate wildly.

Kaede wrote down several proposals on the blackboard. Unexpectedly, the coffee shop proposal received the most votes, and Kimura even shed tears of excitement.

"Chicken Nugget Cafe is the best!!"

"No fried chicken nuggets!" the class protested in unison.

Kimura clutched his chest in disbelief and slumped weakly into a chair, saying, "How could this happen?"

Seeing the other person's funny expression, Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, the fried chicken nuggets smell too strong. We can't make them in the classroom. We can just take them to go. Mu Zi's family makes these. We can put the chicken nuggets in a thermal box and heat them up when we order. The taste will be a little different though."

"Squad leader." Kimura was moved to tears upon hearing this.

"Since the class monitor has said so, I have no objection."

"Me too."

Feng: "But there's something I'm really curious about, why does it have to be fried chicken?"

Kimura took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and struck a very chuunibyou (delusional) pose: "Because it's fried chicken!"

"...It's the same as saying nothing at all."

Chapter Thirty: From Pretense to Reality

"Now that the class theme has been decided, let's choose the performances. Each class needs to put on two performances."

Suddenly, there were many more students in the class, with the most being those who wanted to perform dramas. However, there were many scripts to choose from, with some students wanting to play the Little Prince and others suggesting that they perform the Water Margin.

In the end, the fairy tales written by the propaganda committee members themselves were chosen by vote. Even Hans Christian Andersen would have to say, "It has to be you guys."

"Now that the story is settled, let's finalize the cast as well. Let's rehearse more these next few days."

"If it's about the prince, then the class monitor should be the one," Xiao Jin said, expressing the thoughts of the girls in the class.

"Agree!"

"Why let me come?"

"Because the class monitor is tall, handsome, and has a great presence."

"Agreed!!" Fujiwara Chika chimed in.

"I'm choosing the class monitor! He's the one everyone wants!" Hayasaka shouted, covering his mouth with his hand and hiding behind the crowd.

"Hey! I see you, Hayasaka!"

Feng had no choice but to agree: "Who should play the princess?"

The classroom was eerily quiet, and the girls' eyes lit up; they all wanted to give it a try.

There are too many outstanding girls in the class, which has put the boys in a difficult position.

Eriri, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, is a rising star in the art world and childhood sweetheart of the prince. The prince and princess are such a perfect match.

"I think Eriri should play the princess."

The idea was met with protest from Kimura as soon as it was proposed.

"The actress playing the princess must be Shinomiya-kun! She's so elegant and graceful."

Kaguya Shinomiya blushed instantly, secretly delighted.

[If Kimura can talk, then say more.]

Contrary to her appearance, she's surprisingly intelligent.

When Kimura saw Kaede looking at him, he covered his forehead with his hand to look cool and waved his fat hand.

No need to say anything, good brothers understand.

Feng looked on with a puzzled expression.

The discussion in the class grew louder and louder, with some even suggesting that the boys should play the princess.

"I want to play a princess too! Playing plays is so interesting, I want to try it too!" Fujiwara Chika chimed in.

"Tsk." Kaguya saw through Fujiwara's true thoughts at a glance.

[As expected of a politician's daughter, using play as an excuse to muddy the waters.]

"How about this, we still have plenty of time. Let's hold an audition, and the girls who want to participate can take turns trying out. We can then compare them and see who is the most suitable for the role. Is that alright, class monitor?"

"Sure, that's fine with me."

All the girls who wanted to participate signed up with Xiao Jin. Feng stood at the door with the script, waiting for things to be prepared inside.

"Has the class monitor finished reading the script?"

"Hmm." Feng heard the voice inside, pushed open the door, and was taken aback when he saw the first person.

Even Violet is joining in the fun.

Xiao Jin wore a sly smile, and Feng quickly composed himself, saying, "My beloved princess~" Feng bent down and extended a hand, "I've come to greet you."

Xiao Jin hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand, still covered in chalk dust, on Feng's hand. Her face was completely red, and she recited her lines stiffly, failing to express her emotions well, which only made her seem more awkward.

"I already told you, I can't do it." After reciting her lines, Xiao Jin covered her face with her hands and ran away.

After several more rounds, it was finally Fujiwara Chika's turn. She had been eagerly anticipating it: "My turn!"