Each of these children had lush green leaves hanging on their heads and held several bouquets of big red flowers in their hands.
"Bell, our first performance is about to start, so get there early!"
Seeing that his friends were all ready, Bell was a little anxious. He bit his lip and said to Wayne, "I have to go to the drama department first. I'll find you when I'm done."
Seeing Wayne nodding, she reluctantly followed her friends and gradually walked away. Before reaching the corner, she turned back and shouted: "Sister Chris, please wait for me!"
Wayne just raised his right hand and waved it.
Alas, why didn't you think of calling me "Brother Wayne" sweetly? Sad.
Maybe this is what is called "children don't know how to hide their preferences yet".
Like a door god, he stood guard at a busy intersection, scanning the passing students.
When he sees a good-looking girl, he will approach her, introduce himself first, and then use Chris's painting and the life-size poster next to her to gain favor. Finally, he will chat with the girl for a while and learn about her class and name.
Infected by Wayne's smile that made him look like Asasi at first sight, this set of three tactics was inexhaustible, and soon the thin leaflet in his hand was all gone.
"Well, it's time to go back to the exhibition point and take a look."
With the last leaflet left in his hand, he glanced at it twice and took it for himself without any ceremony.
When we arrived at the exhibition site of the Handicraft Department, we saw a huge gray tent covering a large area.
Chrissy and the others were sitting boredly next to the tables and chairs that had been moved out in advance, entertaining themselves by performing a small theater with the little dolls that were distributed to everyone.
"I'm Poppy One!"
Chrissy said in a low voice, holding the little bobby's fist with her slender fingers and waving it around, automatically matching various weird tones.
"Ha! Punch me."
She squeezed the doll in her hand and flew towards Molly opposite in slow motion.
Molly also controlled another small Poppy in slow motion, dodging to avoid the attack.
"I, Poppy Two, will never fall down here!"
Molly shouted in great amusement.
Since Mr. Poquelin got the opportunity to perform in the Palace Theater, under the leadership of His Majesty the King, almost all the princes and nobles went to watch Poquelin's special performance, which naturally included this article "Superhero Bobby" 》.
Among the many realist works, it appears to be particularly unique in style.
But the good news is that because of the king's support, many nobles are no longer taboo about the existence of Poklan.
Previously, even those who admired Poquelin did not dare to speak openly about his works, as if mentioning him would lose their aristocratic status.
"Classmate Wayne is here?"
Eve stood up and welcomed him into the tent.
When Wayne walked inside, he discovered that there were many wooden shelves set up around it.
"You didn't build these shelves, did you?" he asked slightly surprised.
"Of course not, I asked the staff for help."
Speaking of which, even if this show can be successfully exhibited, at least half of it must be attributed to non-staff members.
The good news is that it will be difficult for other societies to replicate this scale.
"At that time, we can remove the tent cloth on the top, and then put down the shelves on the side, and it will become a high platform." Eve said, "After that, we will leave it to classmate Wein. Conducted."
She asked with some worry, "Can classmate Wayne's magic power be sustained?"
Although most nobles know magic, they usually start to awaken the magic power after they are ten years old, and they can only master it skillfully by the age of fifteen. Even the most rare genius has very little power when he first possesses magic power.
The corner of Wayne's mouth curled up slightly, "Ah, this... don't worry, leave it to me."
He gently placed his hand on Bobby's soft body. The soft and gentle fur had a very reassuring power.
...I really want to sleep.
Wayne's head lay on Bobby's lap, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost consciousness.
He had a dream.
In a cold and dead space, the moonlight fell quietly from the treetops, casting a veil over everything seen.
With a false sense of dislocation.
"here it is?"
Wayne's brain was groggy, and every step he took felt like he was stepping on mud.
It was obviously not raining, but he seemed to hear the patter of rain.
In front, someone seemed to be talking.
"Mr. Uncle..."
What, I’m not an uncle.
I am now a pink little shota.
He was thinking wildly, trying to get closer to the voice.
"what is that……"
Suddenly, a beam of extremely brilliant light broke through the fog and hit him.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands and body.
I am like an actor standing under the stage spotlight, enveloped in light.
The moment the beam of light hit him, everything around him seemed to be stripped away.
The moon, the mist, the woods... everything melted in the bright light, mixing into a ball of colorful and twisted colors.
In this world, there is only light, endless light.
His eyes stung as if they were burning, and in the pain, he heard the voice of a strange girl.
Clear, yet fragile.
"Do you feel...pain too?"
It seemed to be full of deep concern, but also seemed to be a powerful question.
Wayne felt his heart throbbing as if someone had slammed the door hard.
"Wayne? Wayne!"
Chrissy shook his body vigorously.
"We made so many preparations in such a nervous manner, and you actually fell asleep here!"
"Well..." Wayne rubbed his eye sockets sleepily and opened his eyes.
What appeared in the field of vision was Chris, who was still indignant, and the other members of the handicraft department behind her who were laughing and watching the show.
Really, it's like a dream...
Chrissy touched his forehead and said, "The time is coming soon, you must not let your guard down."
"Ah, this doll is so comfortable." He said drowsily.
Before Chrissy's expression changed, he immediately said the next sentence: "But as long as I don't touch her directly, it won't be a big problem!"
After sorting out a small area that was flattened by himself, he stepped back a little distance and activated his magic power.
Poppy, who had been sitting in the shed, seemed to have come to life for a moment, shaking his head and standing up.
However, Poppy's height obviously exceeded the height of the shed, and the gray shed cloth covering it was directly pushed out of a large bag.
"Oh oh oh oh, what is that!" Many children shouted excitedly from outside.
Wayne smiled and looked at the other members: "Are you ready?"
"certainly!"
Everyone showed a bright smile.
