In the end, Wayne succeeded in separating the two.
Sitting in the handicraft department room, Wayne knocked his head on the table, looking desperate.
As a family member, Chrissy undoubtedly won the battle over Wayne.
But this is not the end. The two of them have decided to fight at the top of the royal city, and that is——
Show off in the annual school fair.
"That's it."
Chris stood at the top, holding the oval conference table in the activity room with both hands, looking down at the members of the manual department.
"Let's do it! This is a battle of honor!"
The director of the handicraft department, who was in sixth grade, was sitting in the first position at the bottom and responded enthusiastically: "Oh!"
Putting aside the completely reversed superior-subordinate relationship, it is unimaginable how two completely unrelated clubs, the Handicraft Department and the Orchestra Department, can compete with each other.
If you don’t understand, just ask, so from the most inconspicuous position, Wayne silently raised his hand.
"Lady Chris, what are the judging criteria?"
"Good question."
Chris pulled out a whiteboard from nowhere, wrote the words "school, garden, meeting" on it with a black pen, and then drew a few vertical lines below.
"When the Academy Fair comes, all students will no longer be assigned classes, but will all be involved in club activities. At that time, everyone will receive a recommendation ticket issued by the executive committee, and the club with the most votes will Win the opportunity to perform at the palace and receive a trophy from the Academy Council.”
"And the first place last year was the orchestra department."
She wrote the orchestra section and put an exclamation point after it.
"But! This does not mean that they are really powerful." She said, "The students in the primary school department are limited by their age and do not have very good playing ability. The appreciation ability of other students is also very limited. More people just throw their tickets to the orchestra out of a herd mentality.”
"So, our chance of winning lies in: high investment, extensive publicity, and... more popular works."
Chris's followers responded enthusiastically to her speech.
"right!"
"Ms. Chris is right!"
"This time we will definitely trample the orchestra department under our feet!"
Chris made a fist with one hand and stretched it to the sky:
"Victory and glory - belong to the manual department!"
...How should I put it? It deserves to be called an animated work.
As long as there is a campus setting, the plot will never be separated from things like school fairs and school festivals.
Wayne clapped his hands unconsciously to cheer Chris on.
Even though the number of people in the handicraft department has greatly increased, there are only about a dozen members so far, and several of them are ghost members who only filled out the application form for joining the department and never showed up again.
By the way, except for Wayne, who was forcibly captured, the other members are all girls.
Boys prefer clubs that are more confrontational, such as the Kendo Club, the Magic Research Club, the Historical Strategy Club, and the Diplomatic Simulation Club. Otherwise, they can simply join the Literature Club or the Drama Club. Those who are willing to join the Craft Club are basically simple and girly girls. little girl.
Therefore, when Chris joined the handicraft department with unstoppable vigor, the decision-making power of the entire society was instantly vested in Chris alone.
"As for what works we are going to make, we will keep it secret for now."
Chris said.
Back home, Chris lost all her strength and collapsed on the sofa in distress.
She grabbed Xiaobai casually and ravaged its head like crazy: "Ahhh...what are you going to do?"
Wayne sat down behind her and freed Xiaobai from her hands.
Out of love, Chris made a lot of clothes for this little white dog of unknown breed, and wore all kinds of colorful skirts. However, Xiaobai didn't appreciate this and often broke free when they weren't paying attention.
Ignoring the puppy's struggle, Wayne picked up the little red dress it took off from the ground and tried hard to put it back on.
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, Xiaobai lay down in a ball as if resigned to his fate.
"Ven, what kind of handmade products do you think can have a preemptive and unforgettable effect?"
Wayne thought for a while and said, "Bigness is justice."
Chrissy turned around, looked at the confused Xiao Bai in his hand, and fell into deep thought.
…
Poquelin's real name is Poquelin Baptiste, and he was born into a merchant's family on the outskirts of the royal capital of St. Lornes.
His father was a wealthy man who started from scratch as a tapestry merchant. After working hard for many years, he even reached the position of one of the interior furnishing merchants in the kingdom's palace.
For civilians, this is an incredible achievement.
Because he had accumulated a considerable amount of wealth, his father wanted his son to inherit his father's business and inherit the family property, but he refused.
He has loved drama since he was a child and does not want to continue to be a businessman full of money.
At that time, the young Poquelin insisted on organizing a youth theater troupe, and had many quarrels with his father because of this. He pursued his ideal firmly, but bad luck came to pass. The theater company fell into debt due to the failure of the performance, and Poquelin himself was imprisoned.
In the end, his father paid a large bond and he was released.
After this incident, his father was extremely disappointed with him and considered him unreasonable and expelled him from the family.
"Since you like drama, then go for what you want."
So, with these words in mind, Poquelin resolutely joined another troupe that toured the provinces. He left the royal capital and wandered for fourteen years.
Along the way, he saw a lot of beautiful scenery that he had never seen before in his life, and learned many stories that he had never known before in his life.
Poquelin himself has gradually grown from a small apprentice to the director of a theater troupe to a famous writer who wrote his own scripts.
Fourteen years later... he finally returned to the royal capital, even though the city was so unfamiliar that he almost couldn't recognize it.
Everywhere you look, the audience is cheering and cheering.
But he went from a young man in his prime to a middle-aged man with early blooming hair; from a mere unknown, he became a guest of the Duke.
Time really flies by and years are ruthless.
Poquelin sat quietly in the guest room of the Duke's Palace, looking out the window at the carefully tended and pleasing courtyard.
Perhaps, in the near future, I can buy a house with a large courtyard?
After staring blankly for an unknown amount of time, a flash of bright red suddenly broke into his sight, and his eyes froze.
Chris took Wayne, who was holding the dog in a red dress in his arms, and walked into the side courtyard together.
