Rebirth 2000, Ome school flower 18 years old

Gu Muxi's eyes widened, her pink cheeks were red, and she said in shame: "What!" Who is going to give birth? I don't want it!

"It's just a novel, Yi Shao won't mind dropping!"

Chen Jiajia ridiculed: "Hehe, you write him like this, and he will also write one when he turns back, so that you can be a president's personal maid." "

Hmph~ write it, I don't care, anyway, this novel, I wrote it, no one can persuade it." Gu Muxi raised his little head and said.

Creating a martial arts novel is also her dream for many years, in the past, high school studies were heavy, everything gave way for the college entrance examination, now that I am in college, I have a lot more time, just have time, how can I waste time?

A waste of time is a waste of life!

She pondered for a long time, and finally thought of the idea of a woman, she and Yi Feng as the prototype role, the two fought swords, how beautiful!

So she made up her mind to write this story, and publish it anywhere, the end of the world, the tomato, or the publication.

However, I heard Yi Feng mention that it is called the tomato novel platform, and the readers in it are all handsome guys and beauties, and the level of literary appreciation is extremely high, and it should be good to post on it.

She shook her head, now that the outline has not been written, why should she consider publishing things?

It's too far away, now it's still down-to-earth to take every step and get the outline out first.

"Okay, I won't talk to you, I have to quickly complete the outline while I have inspiration, and I have to go to the drama club later!" Gu Muxi turned around and continued to quickly tap the keyboard.

"Going to the drama club? What's wrong? Do your clubs do activities? Chen Jiajia pulled the rice and asked.

"Yes, the drama club plans to rehearse a few programs, and plans to perform in the auditorium after the New Year's party, and may have to decide on the program to be performed in the evening." Gu Muxi said.

"Okay, I won't accompany you, I still have business." Chen Jiajia said.

Gu Muxi suddenly turned her head and squinted at her, "Something?" What can you do at this time? Either read a book or brush a drama, say, is there a date?

Chen Jiajia's eyes dodged, and he said weakly: "No, I didn't date."

Gu Muxi blinked her eyes and ridiculed: "Just pretend, the two words of heart weakness are written on your face!"

"Hee-hee, as the best girlfriend, you have to deal with the object, you have to tell me as soon as possible, I want to see who is so blind."

Chen Jiajia: "??? "

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In the evening, Yi Feng took Yang Jian to the drama club, which was transformed into a separate warehouse behind the community activity center.

As soon as I entered the door, there were about twenty people inside, and in the innermost part of the warehouse was a simple stage, with two shabby red and green screens on the stage, and several broken background paintings, which were purchased by the former club seniors out of their own pockets, and they barely managed to build a small stage.

In the middle of the warehouse are various and tinkered benches, in other words, stools that bear witness to the traces of time.

The warehouse is surrounded by all kinds of props and debris, many of which have not been cleaned up, and have accumulated a thick layer of ash, and the warehouse is surrounded by iron sheets and rusty.

If no one says that this is a drama club, they must have thought that they have entered the waste recycling station.

"Gee, Brother Feng, why is the drama club like this? It's too miserable, right? Yang Jian looked around and was amazed.

Yi Feng saw that he was not strange, and said with a smile: "The drama club has no money, and it has to be posted, and the school does not allocate subsidies, all rely on the members to pay for themselves, it is good to have a stage to perform."

"But... It's a little chilly.

Yang Jian nodded, "Han Qi, it's too TM Chill!" The

two were chatting, when suddenly a few people rushed behind them.

"Hey, Senior Brother Yi is here, quickly take the handle and carry the table inside, this is our conference table today." A young man with black-framed glasses shouted, his face straight and his expression extremely majestic.

This person is the president of the drama club, junior senior Huang Sanshi, who is rumored to have gone to Hengdian for further study during the summer vacation.

"President, this is?"

Yi Feng looked back and saw that four people had returned with two broken desks, which seemed to have been picked up by the logistics department.

"Hehe, this is the relationship I asked the teacher in the logistics office to come back, originally the teacher still wanted to invite me to dinner, but I thought that today our club has an important meeting and will not go, in my heart, there is nothing better than the club!" Huang Sanshi shook his hand and said awe-inspiringly.

Yi Feng gave a thumbs up and praised, "The president is indeed a good example for us!"

Huang Sanshi was stunned by a slap on the horse, and said with a modest smile: "Hey, junior brother has won the prize, let's help."

He turned his head to look at Yang Jian, "Huh? This classmate has never seen ah, why, you came to join the club? Welcome! Our club welcomes every talent!

"Although the threshold for the entry of our club is relatively high, other students may not have the opportunity to come in, but I see that this student is very close, and his appearance and temperament are quite in line, those who enter the club assessment are exempted, just fill out a form!"

Yang Jian looked at Huang Sanshi's extremely enthusiastic attitude, suddenly felt speechless, and quickly explained: "Senior, I came to see with Brother Feng, and I have no plans to join the club at present." When

Huang Sanshi heard this, his expression became a little cold, and he said, "In this way, then junior brother, you can also help with the handle."

After that, Huang Sanshi left with his hands in his hands, leaving Yang Jian with a confused look.

"This, who is this?"

"Haha! Okay, take the handle. Yi Feng laughed.

The two helped lift the table and put it directly in front of the stage.

Not long after, Gu Muxi also came to the warehouse, and when he saw Yi Feng from a distance, he beckoned and shouted: "Stinky Feng!"

When Yi Feng turned his head to look at her, she had already rushed over and ran in front of him.

"Aha, Stinky Feng, came earlier than me, why didn't you come to the dormitory to find me." Gu Muxi pouted.

Yi Feng touched her head and said with a smile: "You said that you didn't bother you to create, and now you blame me?"

"I'm curious, what story did you write?" Overbearing president? Guyan Palace Fight?

"It can't really be a martial arts novel, right?"

Gu Muxi said mysteriously: "Now, keep it secret, wait until I write the text and tell you!" "

Hello sister-in-law!" Yang Jian greeted with a smile on the side.

"Why are you here too?" Gu Muxi asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, I, I'll just come and take a look, take a look." Yang Jian coughed dryly twice.

At this time, President Huang Sanshi came to the tattered desk and clapped his hands, shouting: "Everyone gather together, we are going to have a meeting!" More

than twenty people gathered around their desks.

Huang Sanshi put his hands on his back, walked to the table with his head held high, and said, "Today, our drama club gathered together for an important meeting to decide on the stage drama performance program after New Year's Day.

"This is very important, and it is related to whether our drama club can get the attention of the school and expand the important activities in the influence!"

"I think we can work together to discuss the show and the allocation of personnel."

"Everyone can express their opinions."

When his words fell, everyone discussed enthusiastically, some proposed to play "Thunderstorm", some proposed to play "Camel Xiangzi", and some said that they played "Kong Yiji", which was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Gu Muxi shook his head when he listened to these programs, although these dramas are very good and have a lot of connotation, but now college students don't like to watch it very much.

She quickly raised her hand and said, "President! I propose to divide into small groups and arrange your own performances! It's better to make it yourself! "

Huh? Orchestrate it yourself? What to think? Who will write the script in our drama club? Your proposal is unrealistic! Huang Sanshi criticized mercilessly.

Gu Muxi shouted confidently: "Script? I will! "