I feel a little overwhelmed in midsummer.

This place is called a dressing room, but it is actually a remodeled dispatch room with a few desks and chairs. The dressing room was the bedroom of the staff on duty. So the whole space is not big. It is already crowded. The tables and chairs are also filled with various cosmetics. Even dresses are randomly placed on the floor. Various veils and skirts are spread all over the floor. It is almost impossible to put down your feet.

Shengxia was not good at dealing with people, and Fu Jie had not arrived yet. Facing a dozen pairs of curious eyes, she didn't know how to start the conversation.

She subconsciously turned around to look at Zhang Shu, without realizing that her eyes were filled with a plea for help.

Zhang Shu sighed in his heart. She should look in the mirror and stop staring at people so pitifully. Anyone who can stand him will be called Grandpa.

"Wait a minute over there," he supported Shengxia's shoulders and asked her to stand aside. He pulled the door handle behind her waist, walked around the door and browsed something, then suddenly walked to one of the desks and moved the messy things inside. A serial number appeared on the corner of the desk: 6.

Zhang Shu turned around and asked the people in the room, "Whose thing is this?"

People looked at each other and shook their heads.

Zhang Shu said, "Take it away. This table belongs to Class 6."

He was tall, and in the low dispatch room, he could reach the ceiling with his hands. At this moment, his tone was cold and condescending.

Room 105, which had been noisy just a moment ago, was now completely silent.

Just as the stalemate was about to begin, the door to the dressing room opened, and what came into view was a fairy-like beige gauze dress with a high and thin waistline. Paired with her chestnut curly hair and bright face, she looked youthful and beautiful.

"A Shu? Why are you here?" Chen Mengyao's eyes lit up and she walked closer, lifting the hem of her skirt.

"Send our goddess over here," Zhang Shu turned around, took a half step back, and pointed at table number six, "Is that your stuff?"

Chen Mengyao looked in the direction of his finger and nodded, "Yes."

It was also in this direction that she saw Shengxia.

A girl she had noticed many times - a transfer student from Class 6, Zhang Shu's desk mate, the one who stole Zhou Xuanxuan's card-holding goddess.

Every time this girl went to fetch water and passed by Class 4, there would always be a few boys shouting "Hey, you from Class 6" or "Look", as if they had seen a giant panda.

Shengxia's arms were a little stiff as she held the box. I don't know if it was because she had been holding it for too long, or because of his words "our goddess"...

Although they all call her that, Shengxia hasn't fully integrated into this culture yet and feels a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have a table of your own?" Zhang Shu turned his head to look at the equally full table next to him and laughed. It was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or helplessness. He was used to this nonchalant attitude. "Didn't you see the schedule behind the door?"

Chen Mengyao was surprised, "What watch?"

Zhang Shu didn't plan to say more. "Don't worry about the watch. Just take it. We have things to put away too."

Chen Mengyao suddenly picked up the necklace pendant on her neck and asked, "Ah Shu, does it look good?"

Zhang Shu took a step back and noticed that her necklace was the same one he bought for Zhang Sujin. He raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded: "Not bad."

Chen Mengyao lifted the hem of her skirt again and motioned for him to look at the dress. "Does it look good?"

Zhang Shu urged: "It's too much to watch. Hurry up and move east and west."

"Zhang Shu, there's something wrong with your mouth. Treat it sooner rather than later. It may be too late to cure." Chen Mengyao glared at him and called to the two people who came with her, "Go get it here."

Of those two people, the girl Shengxia was familiar with him. She had met him before when fetching water and going to the bathroom. He was from Class 4. The other one was a boy who was wearing makeup and did not look like he was from the affiliated middle school. He looked like a makeup artist at a makeup counter.

When the two men passed in front of Zhang Shu, they were both so angry that they dared not speak.

Shengxia watched their familiar interactions from the sidelines and felt a little strange: Wasn't Zhang Shu pursuing Chen Mengyao? Why did it seem like...

Is he so cool when chasing people?

The desk was empty. Zhang Shu put away his things and looked up and down at the girl who was standing quietly beside him. "What are you busy with?"

Shengxia came back to her senses, feeling embarrassed for her wild guess. She said "Oh" and hurriedly opened the gift box.

She was stunned when she just opened it!

The dress comes with breast stickers, which must have been hidden under the dress before and I didn't notice them. But last time they were turned over, they are now blatantly placed on the top.

Flesh-colored, silicone, two clumps.

She was stunned and almost closed her eyes immediately, but she realized it was too late. Zhang Shu was standing next to her and there was no way he didn't see it.

She glanced over subconsciously, and he turned his head away before their eyes met, his eyelashes fluttering unnaturally...

It's simply trying to cover it up!

He saw it!

Can we go back to the time? Just one minute will do!

Oh my god!

Bury her!

Fu Jie arrived late with a small suitcase. Everyone was much more obedient after seeing the teacher. They sat in their seats, prepared, and chatted in low voices. Fu Jie didn't notice that the atmosphere was wrong, and told Sheng Xia, "Hurry up and change your clothes. I thought you should have changed by now. There's no time."

"Yeah." Shengxia's ears turned red, and she didn't dare to open it like that. She went to the dressing room with the box in her arms.

Zhang Shu touched his nose, said something to Fu Jie, and went back to class to gather.

In the middle of summer, she couldn't look directly at the breast stickers, but she had to wear a tube top because her dress was one. She had seen pigs run but had never eaten pork, so she didn't know how to wear it, and the dress was too heavy for her to lift.

So he had to stick his head out and ask Fu Jie for help.

When Fu Jie was holding her bra, she said with a sigh, "Shengxia, you hid it well enough, didn't you?"

Shengxia lowered her head in shame.

When she was in middle school, she felt that she was growing very fast. However, girls with big breasts were always talked about at that time. She had no concept of size because she had a small frame, flat sternum, and low breasts. As long as the clothes were loose, her breasts looked normal. Therefore, she was not within the scope of discussion and she always thought she had small breasts.

It was only in high school that she began to have a vague idea of ​​beauty based on big breasts. When Tao Zhizhi asked her about it, she said nonchalantly, "I'm just a C."

Tao Zhizhi went berserk and beat her up.

It was not until midsummer that I realized that C cup breasts are rare at this age, and they are especially rare when one has very thin arms and waist.

The dress was exquisitely tailored, with the top tightly wrapped around the body, not revealing at all, but highlighting the curves of the chest and waist.

My chest and back feel empty, and I lack a sense of security in the midsummer.

When Fu Jie was about to put her hair up, Sheng Xia whispered, "Teacher, I want to let my hair down, is that ok?"

Fu Jie of course understood her thoughts and suggested, "But wouldn't it be more appropriate to wear the crown rolled up?"

"Hmm..." She said with concern in her voice.

"Then I'll roll it up and put it on you." Fu Jie couldn't bear it after all. This little girl didn't act coquettishly, but she couldn't stand this little expression.

The student union came to urge us to do the final cleanup.

There are still people who glance at midsummer through the mirror from time to time.

After the "Shura Field" just now, everyone gave scores to Shengxia and Chen Mengyao in their hearts.

There is nothing to compare with others, today is probably the home court of these two.

The coordinating teacher was urging her to finish. Shengxia only took a quick look at herself in other people's mirrors. She was still herself, and she had not put on makeup to look unrecognizable.

That's fine.

Coming out of the dispatch room, we first went to the rostrum to get our badges, and then returned to our classes. Shengxia could feel the attention along the way, which was more enthusiastic than the previous No. 2 Middle School Sports Meet.

Shengxia told herself that she should not be timid. Everyone was dressed up, so she didn't need to be overly nervous and embarrass the class. If she hadn't held up a sign today, she would probably be looking at the goddesses with curiosity and admiration, right?

These looks are all well-intentioned.

Thinking like this, when the camera came over, Shengxia imitated the others, waved and smiled towards the camera.

Suddenly, there was a scream from the green field. Shengxia looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bright yellow block waving at her enthusiastically. A banner with the words "Pirated Landscape and Pastoral Poet" was waving. They were the students from Class 6.

It turned out to be a big screen broadcast, and they all saw her.

"Hurry up, who wrote the press release praising our goddess?"

"You're so proud!"

"I'm going to boast, angel face, devil body!"

"Hahahahaha which announcer dares to read it to you?"

At this time, the last voice of the team came from Fu Jie, showing off her knowledge: "She has a good figure, is dignified and calm, is shy but calm, and is melancholy but bright."

"Teacher Fu, that's awesome!"

Fu Jie was proud: "Of course, you guys are so tiger-like!"

“Hehehehe…”

In the middle of summer, we crossed the runway and returned to the Class 6 team.

Chen Mengyao and the goddess from Class 5 walked in front of her. The goddess from Class 5 almost sprained her ankle, probably because her stiletto heels were not suitable for the plastic track and it was difficult to walk. Chen Mengyao also wore stiletto heels, which looked to be more than 10 centimeters high, but she was able to walk briskly. She is indeed someone who wants to be a star.

In the midsummer, I was glad that my shoes had thick heels. They were comfortable and would not damage the runway. The skirt was long, so you couldn't see much.

Zou Weiping has always been thoughtful.

Whether it was the shoe size, the dress size, or even the bra pads, they all fit her perfectly. Shengxia didn't spend much time with her, so she didn't know how she knew herself so well. In addition, she must have asked about the attire worn by the school's affiliated high school's previous sports meets. Shengxia saw that everyone was wearing tube tops and suspenders, which was very formal. She was wearing her hair down, which was considered conservative.

When Shengxia returned to the team, the sixth class cheered and rejoiced again, attracting the nearby classes to look over here.

Today in midsummer, she is wearing a "Hepburn" look that is elegant and unique. Her earth-toned makeup, without any glittering eyeshadow, matches her dark eyebrows perfectly, making her look radiant.

The highlight is the dry rose-colored lip gloss. Instead of using the classic combination of "black dress and red lips", the face is left blank, which avoids being too much and is more in line with the slightly cool temperament of midsummer.

Like the noble white jasmine, and also like the elegant black swan.

Xin Xiaohe sneaked from the back of the team to the front and whispered in Shengxia's ear: "We won, baby!"

On the stage, the chairman had already started speaking. After Xin Xiaohe finished speaking, she bent over and burrowed back into her seat, and made a heart shape with her hands to Shengxia.

Shengxia was amused by her, and just as she was about to turn around, she saw Zhang Shu standing tall at the end.

He put one hand in his pocket and talked to Hou Junqi beside him, but his eyes were looking in her direction, seeming absent-minded.

Hou Junqi was laughing while talking, so they shouldn't be talking about anything serious.

But his brows were furrowed and his face was gloomy.

Like he was going to take my life.

Shengxia's shoulders shuddered and she turned back.

After the leaders spoke several times, the big screen began to insert close-ups of the class formations. When it came to Class 3-4, the crowd was in an uproar. There was silence for a while when it came to Class 3-5, and then it became noisy again when it came to Class 3-6. People were whispering to each other in twos and threes. The leader who was speaking on the stage was frightened by the sudden "enthusiasm". Not knowing what was going on, he stopped speaking and turned to glance at the big screen.

"If Chen Mengyao is the face of a girl group preparing to record a music video, bulingbuling, then Shengxia is the young actor who is going to attend an awards ceremony, high-end, dignified and classy." Xin Xiaohe touched his chin and sighed.

"Very insightful," agreed my roommate.

Zhou Xuanxuan muttered: "That's not necessary."

The director was causing trouble and the big screen on shift six stopped for at least five seconds longer.

The square formation of Class 5 was sandwiched between Classes 4 and 6. Each of them looked left and right, and their movements were surprisingly consistent. The scene was bizarre and funny.

The last part of the opening ceremony was the class formations entering the venue. Each formation passed in front of the rostrum and finally returned to the designated position in the stands. As seniors, the seniors entered the venue first, which was unexpected for Shengxia, as she had always started from the freshman year at No. 2 Middle School.

This arrangement is good, you don't have to stand for too long.

It was just as Xin Xiaohe said, there were all kinds of people doing all kinds of things in front of the rostrum, some were whistling, some were singing, some were shouting "Long live a certain class", some were COSinging Ultraman fighting monsters, and one class even performed the stone-breaking act with their chests. Everyone walked past the rostrum shouting.

The banners are also very exciting.

In comparison, the Pikachu of Class 6 appears much more low-key and ordinary, just to match the color of the class uniform.

"Walking towards us are the seniors of Class 6 of Senior 3. Under the leadership of the poet of landscape and countryside, Class 6 of Senior 3 is adhering to the concept of devoting their love to the countryside and enjoying their senior year of high school..."

Shengxia was holding the sign just fine, but she almost fell down because of the introduction. She couldn't help but laughed with her head down. In the close-up, she looked restrained, graceful, gentle and moving.

On the green field, a loud voice of "Senior sister is so beautiful" came from the waiting group!

The booing ensued.

Shengxia looked calm and composed without looking around, but if you looked closely you could see that his ears were red and his heart was beating fast, as if these hundreds of meters seemed to be extremely long.

"The senior sister belongs to the senior! Go ahead and cry!" Shengxia heard a strong response coming from behind.

Why is Hou Junqi speaking?

Isn't he inside Pikachu? Why doesn't he have the self-awareness that a doll should have?

Shengxia didn't look back, only heard a burst of laughter from the crowd.

It turned out that Pikachu was kicking towards the waiting area, but his short legs couldn't hold up the long legs inside, so he fell flat on his face.

A group of people hurriedly picked it up.

"Pikachu's reputation has been ruined!"

"The ugliest Pikachu, get out here and apologize!"

Even the leaders on the podium laughed.

This back-and-forth interaction brought the atmosphere to a climax.

With a "bang", the fireworks exploded, and the balloons released at intervals also floated into the sky at this moment, colorful.

The clear blue sky is dotted with the colors of youth, vigorous and enthusiastic.

Fu Jie and Lai Yilin sat in the stands next to the podium and felt emotional.

“We are old.”

"Nonsense!"

“That’s what youth is like.”

“It’s great to be young.”

It's great. Bright clothes, blazing flowers, the best taste in the world, the elegance of youth.