To be honest, Li Ziqian understands this kind of feelings and thoughts very well.

He also has feelings for high school life.

Although he didn't have a deep impression of his classmates, and although he only had study in his heart, he still cherished this precious time in high school, class, and study.

Perhaps this kind of emotion may be as abstract as Stockholm.

Perhaps, people will want to have beautiful memories of such things that never return.

“…”

“It’s not that… it’s not possible…”

After a little silence on the stage, Mo Nanbei said this with a very complicated look.

In the eyes of others, the expression on Mo Nanbei's face should be called serious, but Li Ziqian understood that the emotion on her face was called a fan diagram.

There are a little dilemma, a little collapse, a little irritability, compromise, and moving.

Maybe this is why people are often described as "complex".

Because when you are having such a thing, it is really hard to use one word to characterize your feelings.

The trend is going on, but I have more or less supportive ideas in my heart, but I feel extremely resistant in my spirit and hate trouble...

Tsk.

The reason why Li Ziqian understands Mo Nanbei’s mood is because he is the same.

I feel irritated by the trouble, but in this case it will inexplicably ignite.

"Okay! Then I'll leave it all to you!"

"Really!"

"Mo Nan is a high race!"

Although the classmates in the class don’t know what’s going on, in short, they know that their class is going to do something big.

The old and powerful one!

As a result, the class became excited again, discussing how to combine and the specific details proposed on the blackboard before.

“…”

Mo Nanbeisheng looked at the classmate sitting in the seat without any loss, but in short, he regretted it with fat intestines.

If she could, she wanted to travel back a minute ago.

Imitate a wave of craftsman spirit and simply deal with the activities of this cultural festival with a sentence "I'm sorry, I can't do it."

But... it was too late, and I had already said it, so I could only find a way to practice it now.

When Mo Nanbei held his forehead and sighed on the stage, Li Ziqian was also thinking.

Although she is not the person in charge, as an assistant, she still cannot stop thinking.

"All combinations..."

He murmured subconsciously.

In fact, if you say it all, it seems that it is not impossible to combine it.

Just connect the rest like a side line with an activity with a main line.

And the ‘events’ that satisfy this sense function actually exist on the blackboard.

——Stage play.

Stage plays are script performances that are mainly performed in performance, which means that as long as they can be written into scripts, they can be performed on the stage.

As long as the script is logically consistent, the performances on the stage can naturally be interspersed with singing and dancing rap and other performances without any sense of incongruity. The performances can be sensational and funny, while taking into account the intentions.

And... if this string of logic is straightened out, it makes Li Ziqian feel déjà vu.

Isn't this... Gintama?

Once you have a clear reference to what you want to do, the subsequent events will progress much smoother and easier.

Okay, there are ways to solve the problem. Now for this cultural festival event, the most important and most difficult thing is the script.

As long as the script can be self-consistent and can raise the ideological level, there is really nothing that cannot be performed!

If the special effects are insufficient, you can find a complete animation version of the big screen; if the acting skills are not good, you can play awkwardly, and the soldiers will block the water and the soil will cover it; if the serious and passionate ones can be interspersed in the plot of excessive play...

This can indeed satisfy most of the students' ideas, and most importantly, all the sixty-three students in the class have the opportunity to participate.

This... also fits the main tone that everyone has set for this cultural festival now - the second year of high school, and the last wonderful memories.

This is a cultural festival, but these people went to the "reunion" style happy. What can I do?

Everyone has laid such a foundation of love, which makes it difficult to avoid being overwhelmed.

"well."

Thinking of this, Li Ziqian sighed silently again.

Give up thinking, since he is full of complaints, why would he still find a way for everyone?

Now, he had thought of a solution, what about Mo Nanbei on the stage?

At this time, Li Ziqian suddenly became a little curious. Mo Nanbei thought of something and said something like "It's not impossible."

This kind of curiosity is like the second way to solve problems for big math problems, or the second way to install a certain hero when playing games.

"Listen to me, I have an idea to include all the above categories in our class program."

Mo Nanbei clapped his hands and signaled the classmate to calm down and listen to her for the time being.

“I think if you perform in the form of a stage play, all the above performance projects will have the opportunity to execute.”

Classmates:!!!!!!

Li Ziqian: “…”

Well, what hope should he have for Mo Nanbei?

No, maybe...it can be said in another way.

Why is he so unconfident about Mo Nanbei?

Can my eldest son still have a different intention with me?

As he said that, Li Ziqian smiled as he watched himself subconsciously writing and drawing in the notebook.

What a fucking thing is... the way of thinking carved from a mold...

Does this have anything to do with humans being repeaters?

The 'human nature' doesn't bring such a thing, right???

Can a mother be so similar???

It's evil!

After thinking about the content of the event and the specific solution to the problem, the discussion among the students in the class quickly came to an end.

The discussion on "what should be eaten" did not cause a bloody storm like before.

Last year, everyone was still a newbie, and the sudden event really made people feel embarrassed.

Although Li Ziqian's previous class was not prepared for anything, he had more or less heard stories about other classes.

There are twelve classes in one grade, and at least eight classes eat things like Kanto cooked and Chaos Dumplings.

That's so outrageous!

The ultimate reason why their class was not named in the end was that in the end, most of the class dinners turned into order takeaway.

With the lessons learned from last year, this year they feel that learning from the pain and rehabilitation, so they must have a good meal, interesting.

Therefore, after a positive "discussion" with no objection at all, all their classmates agreed that this year's class dinner was to have barbecue.
Chapter completed!