"Winn...Why are you dozing off all day today?"

Drama Department.

Chris sat in the seat next to him, watching him lying on the table with a sluggish look, and reached out to touch his forehead gently.

Cool and very comfortable.

Wien closed her eyes and raised her head a little bit to make the area she touched bigger.

He remembered that when he was sick when he was a child, his grandmother would use the earthwork on their side to draw a few characters on his forehead, then touch his forehead with a little force, and then call his name a few times.

This seems to be a superstitious technique called soul summoning or something. When I grew up, I went to a big city, but I never saw anyone doing this.

Although this behavior is full of unscientific, when you think about it now, you feel a very warm feeling.

The activity room was isolated from direct sunlight, and a little bit of shade was still retained in the siege of hot air outside. A few people sat in groups and chatted about something.

In the summer afternoon, it is a time that is easy to make people sleepy.

"Because, I had insomnia last night." He hummed.

At this time, Wien didn't see her expression, but she could clearly feel it, and her slightly cold hands paused.

Then, this softness left his forehead.

Her shy and angry voice came from her ears, "It's all your fault!"

The corners of Wien's mouth curled up.

"It was you who touched me at that time..."

"You still said!" Under the table, Chris kicked him hatefully.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes were her pretty face that was slightly red.

Alas, the legitimate girlfriend is by my side, but she can only touch her...

He held Chris's hand, pulled it over and buckled it under his face, acting as a pillow.

However, the leisure time for rest does not last long.

Soon, a "spy" sent by the Drama Department rushed back.

"Mr. Chris!" said the girl who walked in quickly, "Latest news, it was not Miss Grey Edgeworth who came out to fight against the orchestra, but Sister Karaman, who was the second grader!"

Chris and the other officials looked slightly stunned, "How could it be!"

Only the fake sleeper Wien showed a hint of unaware smile.

"Senior Karaman is the current deputy minister of the orchestra and has always been incompatible with Miss Edgeworth... This time, she also strongly requested to be the chief planner."

Without Gary Edgeworth, the most powerful competitor to the next minister of the Orchestra is Karaman.

However, even though Karaman was a senior in the orchestra, she did not go straight from the elementary school, and naturally she was not as good as Miss Songli, who had been in the lower grade for many years.

In addition, the song ceremony made a big splash at the academy this time, which can be said to have gained fame all at once.

The prestige of Karaman, the deputy minister, is not as good as a freshman, and his status is in jealous.

"That guy... actually avoided fighting!"

Chris was very angry about this.

It sounds like she doesn't take anyone else seriously except the song ceremony.

"No matter who is commanding there, we just need to win their activity room." Wien said. "Even the activity room was lost. This is the failure of their entire orchestra."

Hearing his statement, Chris nodded in agreement.

"That's right, even if she doesn't dare to come out to fight, she will mock her in person after I win."

As if thinking about the unwilling expression that Song Li might have shown at that time, Chris laughed maliciously.

——Please, please don’t do that!

Wien silently swept a sweat on the orchestra.

The rehearsal of the Drama Department are underway in the expectation of defeating the orchestra as soon as possible.

As suggested at the beginning.

Actor: Prince, played by Chris.

The heroine: civilian girl, played by Tasia.

Lawrence seized the role of the king, while Wien asked himself to be the narrator.

In the script, the highlights are basically produced between the male and female protagonists, and other characters have very limited scenes and not many lines.

So, the top priority of this performance fell on Chris and Tasia.

How to say it?

Forget it, she's happy.

Until she left the school and returned home, Chris was silently memorizing the lines alone.

Wien followed her and was about to return to the bedroom with her, but Chris suddenly stopped and stopped him at the door of the room.

"...No more come in!" she said.

“Huh? Why?”

"Because... because my mother said that I can't do those things with you yet."

After saying this, Chris locked him outside the door with a "bang!"

There was a sound of anti-locking inside.

"You! Reflect on your unhealthy thoughts!"

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Chris threw him at the door.

“…”

Facing the heavy wooden door that was silent in front of him, Wien sighed and turned back to his room.

Take advantage of this time and get some sleep.

...

Time passed day by day, and the rehearsal of the new script gradually got on track and became more and more sensible.

"look!"

On that day, Chris took two colorful things and swayed in front of him for a few times.

"What is it?" Wien asked casually.

He would go to the song ceremony to wander around for a while every night these days.

Of course, it is not to do things that are not suitable for children, but to guide Miss Ge Li more carefully how to start a new stove.

With the help of the insider information channel of the Edgeworth family and having sufficient funds, we can already do a lot of things.

"A very famous painter is holding an art exhibition recently."

Chris said, "I think I'll meet a lot of literary and artistic workers there. Communicating with some of them may bring additional benefits to our publishing house."

It is not an easy thing to officially run such a business.

It has been a long time since the intention to obtain the approval from Duke Elliott, but so far, Chris still has not chosen the address of the publishing house headquarters.

There are many alternative locations, what's the result?

Either I dislike being too far away from home or being too far away from the school, or I feel that the surroundings are not prosperous enough; but if they are too prosperous, I will start to feel dissatisfied with the surrounding environment being too noisy.

The proposals proposed at present have been temporarily put on hold. If they continue to be implemented at this pace, Wien doubts whether he can see the shadow of the publisher by this time next year.

"So this is an admission ticket? an invitation?"

He took one from Chris.

It says: [The famous artist Mrs. Cheli, the personal works exhibition is about to open! Stay tuned!]

Mrs. Chely?

When he saw this name, Wien's eyes paused slightly.
Chapter completed!