He had been in the drama club since high school, so he wasn't inexperienced.

Then why do you keep making stupid mistakes?

What's wrong with him?

While I was napping and thinking, I had already arrived at the door of the drama club's rehearsal room.

I wasn't nervous about sleeping during the day, but I was nervous about the long journey. I cleared my throat before walking in.

Zhumian followed him into the rehearsal room.

As soon as I entered the room, I felt a sudden sense of openness. The rehearsal room is very large, with the capacity of a tiered classroom. Playing a full-court basketball is no problem. The ceiling is also high enough, at least three or four meters above the ground. The sound is dispersed, and people can act or memorize lines separately without disturbing others.

As soon as Lu Tiao entered, he shouted with full energy: "Stop for a moment."

His voice echoed throughout the rehearsal room, and everyone looked over there.

Lu Tiao's voice was so loud that Wangdu looked up.

Shi Wang's gaze paused, and after everyone in the drama club saw Zhou Mian's face clearly, shocked voices rang out one after another.

"Should I... take a nap?"

"Am I seeing things? The beautiful woman following the president is sleeping during the day?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhuo Mian, wearing a sunset-colored French dress, walked in. The warm yellow light poured down on her porcelain-white skin, as if she was really bathing in the sunset. Her long, ink-black curly hair with ripples of water was draped behind her head, and her posture was relaxed, lazy and charming.

She was just thinking that Lu Tiao was a bit embarrassing, so she tilted her head slightly to look at him, with a faint but charming smile on her face.

The nonchalant face is like an 18th-century romantic oil painting, gorgeous and flamboyant, shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Western romantic poets were often influenced by Greek mythology.

Her appearance was like a character emerging from a myth, and even her temperament was out of tune with everyone else.

Venus.

Almost at first glance, one would associate her with the goddess of beauty Venus.

The wind blew in from the window, and the script in Shi Wang's hand was blown over a page. His eyes fell on Zhu Mian.