An old story that is always new

Regarding the performance of the drama, Gao Shu, Ou Wenna and Lin Lang are naturally the undisputed leading actors.

Because of the Dean of Studies, Lin Yuan and Yu Zhi also had to perform.

This leaves three main actors. But that doesn't mean others don't need to participate. They also need to be responsible for extras, props, costumes, lighting, and other complicated tasks.

But compared to playing the leading roles, the students of Class 9 undoubtedly prefer the work that is not in the spotlight.

——After hundreds of years in Parnaki, they have had enough of the effects of fame and do not want to continue to live a life where they are the center of attention wherever they go after returning to Earth.

——Even without the performance, the name “Class 29” was already well-known in No. 2 Middle School.

Rui Hang was naturally clear about what the students in the class were thinking.

"Based on the principle of fairness and justice, first of all, students who want to perform please raise your hands," Rui Hang said.

There was silence in the classroom for a moment, and then a hand slowly raised.

"Since no one wants to participate, let me do it." Zhao Yaya lifted the loose hair beside her ears and smiled sweetly and playfully: "Anyway, I have been a DM in script-killing games before, so I have some experience."

Rui Hang was very satisfied with Zhao Yaya's initiative: "Then there are two roles left, let's draw lots."

After saying that, he took out the lottery bucket that he had prepared long ago and motioned for everyone to come up and draw a lot from the bucket.

Eighteen people, two characters, and a one in nine chance of winning.

"God forbid it's me." Bai Luo clasped his hands together very skillfully, muttering, "It would be best if the first two people get it!"

"Don't be so resistant, Xiaobai." Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Acting is also very fun!"

"...Ask yourself, do you believe this?" Bai Luo ignored Lin Yuan. After thinking for a while, he simply turned towards the direction of Su Mu, the music class representative, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes devoutly.

Su Mu: "...Bai Luo, what are you doing?"

Bai Luo didn't even open his eyes: "Welcome to the koi."

Su Mu: "...Wake up! I am a mermaid!"

"Hey, they're all fish, there's no difference." Bai Luo replied perfunctorily and bowed in the direction of Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe: "...I am a dragon, not a Chinese dragon."

"It's all the same." Bai Luo didn't care.

Lin Yuan: “…”

Lin Yuan couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "Don't you call yourself Parnaki Amon? How can a person who controls the fate of others pray to the gods and Buddhas?"

"You don't understand, this is called trying to grab both hands." Bai Luo said righteously, quite self-aware: "I still have a clear understanding of my own abilities. What's more, I have no magic power now, so I can't use my "Dice of Destiny" even if I want to."

As they were talking, the students who were arranged in order of their student numbers finally arrived at Bai Luo's place.

He took a deep breath, and with the blessing of the double buff, he walked up to the podium with his head held high and full of confidence.

Rui Hang looked at Bai Luo with a half-smile as he reached into the lottery box, stirred it a few times in a pretentious manner, and fumbled out a piece of paper the size of a note with a bright red spot on it.

"It seems that two negatives equal a positive." Rui Hang, who had been paying attention to the dynamics of the audience, laughed and said, "If you had paid a little more attention to the lottery situation in the class when you were praying, you wouldn't have to spend so much time, student number 23, Bai Luo."

Bai Luo: “…”

"Thank you, Bai Luo, for blessing us so that we won't get the lottery." Su Mu added with a smile: "No one has ever gotten the lottery before you!"

Bai Luo: “…”

He swallowed hard, revealing a stubborn smile: "Haha, you've all been fooled by me, right? Actually, I wanted to perform on stage from the beginning..."

There was a joyful atmosphere in the air. Sun Jingshu, student number 24, no longer needed to go on stage to draw the last lottery paper. The only two remaining performance spots were finally decided by Bai Luo and Sun Jingshu.

"Wait a minute, Teacher Rui." Su Mingya raised her hand: "There are only three female characters in Thunderstorm, but now we have five girls in total."

"It's okay, I expected this." Shen Qiting, who was in charge of the script, pushed his glasses and said calmly, "Cross-dressing, gender change, no problem."

Now that the leading actors have been decided, the next step is to choose the roles to be played. Fanyi decided from the beginning that Lin Lang would play the role, and although Gao Shu didn't like "stepmother literature", he had to obey the class's arrangement and played Zhou Ping.

Ou Wenna struggled for a long time between the two roles of Sifeng and Zhou Chong, and finally chose Zhou Chong, who was more suitable for "half-brothers", rather than Sifeng. The only regret for her was that due to the logic of the script and the relationship between the characters, she was ultimately unable to play the role of "sister".

As for Lin Yuan and Yu Zhi, they chose the roles of Zhou Puyuan and Lu Shiping respectively.

Sun Jingshu and Zhao Yaya chose the roles of Lu Dahai and Lu Gui respectively.

Bai Luo: "...Wait! It's fine if Jingshu chooses Lu Dahai, after all, they both made their fortunes from the working class. But Zhao Yaya, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, why did you choose Lu Gui! Just play your role as Si Feng well!"

"Acting is about breaking through yourself." Zhao Yaya said confidently: "As a DM, how can I choose the roles?"

“But I get to choose!”

"It's just women's clothes." Lin Yuan patted Bai Luo's shoulder. Although his tone was comforting, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face: "Are the two-dimensional world still afraid of women's clothes? Hey, damn it!"

"Let us congratulate the birth of the heroine." Rui Hang took the lead in applauding, and the warm applause resounded throughout the classroom. The warm friendship among classmates made Bai Luo's eyes fill with tears.

Bai Luo: "...Yami!"

…

In the quaint yet luxurious European-style room, a woman in a long dress sat on the edge of the bed, tightly holding the young man's hand with her right hand, a tear sliding down the corner of her eye.

"Ping'er, why are you called Zhou Ping? Deny your father and abandon your name... Wait, screenwriter." Lin Lang put down the script: "Why do I feel something is wrong? Are you sure this is not a line from Romeo and Juliet?"

"It's not just Romeo and Juliet." Shen Qiting said, "I also added some plots from Hamlet."

"Is it really okay to do this?" Lin Yuan expressed his concern.

In this regard, Shen Qiting has his own insistence: "They are all remakes of Western fantasy movies. I didn't aim to remake "Thunderstorm" to perform."

"What about this?" Ouwena came over with the script in hand: "Your father is a cruel and tyrannical devil! He sucks the blood of this country, sucks our blood... I seriously suspect that you are implying my father."

"I wrote this with reference to your father, Saint Malo VIIII." Shen Qiting admitted generously: "Didn't you choose to kill the king and take the throne because he was too cruel and had no political ability? I always feel that although scriptwriting should refer to classics, it is best to be based on reality. Only by combining reality can the story be more touching."

"That's what I said, but it always feels a bit weird to imply my own father in the play." Gao Shu flipped through the script in his hand, scratched his hair, and said with a slightly awkward look.

Ou Wenna glanced at him dimly and said, "Do you want me to tell you where you stabbed our father back then? You stabbed him even more cruelly than I did."

Gao Shu, one of the two who murdered their father: "That's the truth..."

"Or are you charlatans more concerned with superficiality?" Lin Lang came over and complained along with Ou Wenna: "Hey, isn't it better to be sincere?"

"After all, he is the emperor's good son." Ou Wenna wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes: "Unlike me, the prince is more favored. I just think that Qi Ting's scolding is not harsh enough." Ou Wenna gave Shen Qi Ting a thumbs up: "I'll add ten dollars and scold more!"

Gao Shu: "...What's wrong with us being a little soft-hearted? I was the only one who was exiled back then!"

Bai Luo ignored the noise of the Lei Yu trio for once, and moved closer to Shen Qiting step by step, looking at him hesitantly, his eyes full of desire.

"That, Shen Qiting."

"What's up?"

"Lines... lines..." Bai Luo pointed at a few lines on the script awkwardly, unable to bear looking at them, and said, "Can't these lines be changed?"

Shen Qiting lowered his head: "Let me see."

"Sifeng: (Sobbing) I...I already have...

Lu Gui: (anxiously) What?!

Zhou Ping: (holding Sifeng’s hand, feeling both sad and happy) Is this true? How long has it been?

Sifeng: (crying) Three months.

"The original script is like this. We didn't have enough time to perform, so I shortened some of the dialogue. Do you think the characterization is not substantial enough?" Shen Qiting asked seriously.

"...That's not what I meant!"

"He means that he can't act out a scene like touching his belly and announcing that he's pregnant." As a bad friend, Lin Yuan likes to see Bai Luo make a fool of himself the most. He noticed the interaction between Bai Luo and Shen Qiting early on and answered for him with a smile.

Shen Qiting frowned slightly: "You've lived for five hundred years, are you still embarrassed to say this kind of line?"

"That's right, how can you be considered a second dimension person like this?" Lin Yuan agreed.

"You are stereotyping me!" Bai Luo gritted his teeth.

Although Shen Qiting doesn't talk much, she is very persistent in her creation. Facing Bai Luo's resistance, she pointed to the script and explained: "This section is the climax of the tragedy of Thunderstorm. Although we are making a magic change, we still can't lose the core."

"You should learn from Mikoshiba... Oh yeah, don't you also like to watch that cute king? They all go to different worlds, so how come they dress like women so naturally?" Lin Yuan said.

"Can this be the case?" Bai Luo said weakly.

"But I can make your skirt look better than the cute one." Zhao Yaya came over at some point, holding a tablet and letting Bai Luo choose: "I have designed several for you, do you want to choose?"

Bai Luo: “…”

"Try to put yourself in the role." Lin Yuan touched Bai Luo's belly: "Think about it, the young life born here has the orthodox blood of the Holy Roman Empire. His father is the Pope of the Temple of Destruction, one of the largest sects in Parnaki. His half-sister is the chairman of the Linte Republic. What if it's a boy..."

The rehearsal room suddenly fell into a long silence.

Countless eyes fell on Ouwena, and Lin Yuan said awkwardly: "I remember that Your Majesty, in order to ascend the throne, you also cleansed the royal family of Saint Malo..."

"Even so, there are still ministers who hope that she will give birth to a child as soon as possible and pass the throne to him." Bai Luo continued.

Ouwena touched her chin and thought seriously for a while: "I'm not so perverted as to let you die. But you will be like the child's father in this life. You will never be able to leave the temple in this life."

Lin Yuan: “…”

Bai Luo: “…”

Gao Shu: "...What does this have to do with me!"

Sun Jingshu patted Bai Luo on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Abandon those chaotic charlatans and feudal emperors. Our socialism is better. I will treat you and the children well."

Bai Luo: "I haven't given birth yet... No, I'm not pregnant yet!"

Time flies amid the noise and bustle.

The annual No. 2 Middle School sports meeting has officially arrived.