On the spacious stage of the gymnasium, wooden tables, wooden chairs and kerosene lamps are placed.

"Good morning, girl." Watanabe Tsukune stepped onto the stage.

"Good morning, Mr. Demon." Miki Kujo, whose hair was quickly tied into a bunch of girls, responded with a smile.

Rin Kiyono sat down below, with a script in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and watched the scene between the two carefully.

"The first act, card!" she shouted, and the movements of the two on the stage stopped.

Miki Kujo put down her luggage and looked at Toru Watanabe's blood-red eyes: "Beautiful contact lenses?"

"This is the GEASS I obtained on the weekend. The ability is to make the girl fall in love with me." Shiro Watanabe put on his right hand to take off his mask on his face, and declared in a handsome voice: "Miki Kyujo, I order you to fall in love with me now!"

"The play is over." Kiyono Rin reminded below.

Tsuku Watanabe put down his right hand and said to Miki Kyujo: "This person is so boring."

"It's you who are bored." Miki Kyujo didn't give her boyfriend any face.

The two got off the stage and surrounded Rin Kiyono with the rest.

"When the demon comes on stage, the spotlight will be removed." Kiyono Rin thought for a while, and added: "The demon doesn't have lights throughout the whole process, and stays in the dark."

"But there must be many girls who buy tickets to watch dramas just to watch Watanabe." Koizumi Aona glanced at Watanabe's face.

She can touch such a handsome face whenever she wants to touch it, and can keep staring at it, and can hold it in her arms from time to time. Whenever she thinks of this enviable thing, she will feel cheerful.

Kiyono Rin looked at Toru Watanabe and asked him: "What do you think?"

“How about giving the spotlight at the end?”

"Where is the demon entering the fairyland?" Kiyono Rin confirmed.

"Um."

Kiyono Rin thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes. Do you have any opinions on the first act?"

"No." Only Yimukui answered, and the others were either silent or shook their heads.

"Then start the second act." Rin Kiyono gave an order, "Stage: grassland; character: girl, the first secret person, the devil."

After discussion, the three unknown passers-by became those who knew the secrets of the fairyland.

Although there are scenes in the second act of Toru Watanabe, many of them are Miki Kyujo completing the mission of Aoi Koizumi. When he is not on stage, he picks up the camera and starts recording mode.

The two people performing on the stage, and the others who watched the two people performing off the stage were all filmed inside.

At the end of the performance of the two, Watanabe Toru came forward to interview.

"Teacher Koizumi, do you have confidence in this drama performance?"

"Do your best!" Koizumi Aona pinched her fist like a girl.

"So cute~ I'll interview the starring classmate Kyujo, you." Miki Kyujo's white hands blocked the camera, which looked like a big-name female star who hated reporters.

After the rehearsal, the gymnasium was used, and everyone returned to the Human Observation Department.

Dusk flows in from outside the window, like broken egg liquid.

"Mr. Koizumi and Aoi Ichiki's acting skills are still unqualified." Rin Kiyono sat on the beech table.

"Sorry." Koizumi Aona said embarrassedly.

Yimukui lowered her head, pretended to read the script in her hand seriously, and acted like she was seriously considering her acting skills.

"It's not just acting, but also overcoming stage fears." Kiyono Rin continued, "From now on, we're practicing in the overhead corridor."

"Ah!" Yimukui screamed in surprise.

"Do I want it too?" After all, Aona Koizumi is a teacher. It is a very shameful thing to practice speaking and lines in the elevated corridor where students come and go.

Even if it is not a teacher, any ordinary student, letting her stand in front of the crowd and read the script lines, would challenge the limit of shame.

"How about practicing only vocalization?" Watanabe Toru said to Kiyono Rin, "If you practice your lines outside, you will definitely spoil it."

"That's right, right!" Yimukui responded quickly.

Koizumi Aona nodded in agreement.

Rin Kiyono passed Toru Watanabe's proposal: "In addition to the most critical acting skills and stage psychology, the promotional poster must also be produced."

After the meeting, as the procrastination of Ichiki Aoi and Koizumi Aoi, they left the club classroom and came to the overhead corridor.

"Shy?" Toru Watanabe asked Koizumi Aona who fell at the end.

"Of course." Koizumi Aona mistted that beautiful oval face.

"Just pretend you are in class, so you won't be afraid."

"Try it!"

In the overhead corridor on the fifth floor, the blowing department is practicing, the calligraphy department is writing giant calligraphy, and the robot department is experimenting with homemade robot dogs.

Koizumi Aona, who had just plucked up his courage, suddenly changed back to the same expression as Ichimu Aoi.

The five people stood in a row in the order of "Watanabe, Kujo, Koizumi, Toki, Ichiki", and Rin Kiyono stood opposite them.

"Voice practice is the foundation and is also very important, let's get started!"

“a,e,i,u,e,oko,ka,ko.”

Miki Kyujo, Mai Toyo, and Rin Kiyono, the other two, let go of their voices without any timidity.

Koizumi Aoi and Ichimu Ao's voices were hidden in their throats.

"Teacher Koizumi, Ichiki," Kiyono Rin stopped temporarily, "How can he perform a drama if he is afraid of talking in front of others?"

"Yes!" the two responded.

The two people's voices gradually amplified.

Kiyono Rin continued: "If you want to exert your full strength on the stage, it is necessary to overcome shame."

The voices of the two followed Watanabe Tetsu and the others.

At this time, several girls from the Blowing Department greeted Yimukui with a smile: "Hey, Yimu, what are you doing?"

Yimukui's face suddenly turned red, her voice became smaller again, and she lowered her head shyly.

Koizumi Aona also followed her down, but after taking a deep breath, she quickly let go of her voice.

"Ichiki." Kiyono Rin reminded.

"Yes!" Yimukui replied loudly, but she couldn't let go of her voice no matter what.

"ka,ke,ki" Watanabe Tsubasa's voice suddenly became louder, and the voices of the atrium choir at the bottom of the building were suppressed.

The overhead corridor on the fourth floor, the third floor, the second floor, and the first floor, someone leaned his head to look up;

In the teaching building on the right, the classroom next to the elevated corridor, students who were preparing for class activities looked through the windows;

A large group of people in the atrium smiled and looked at the empty corridor on the fifth floor.

"You can't lose to him alone!" A shout came from the atrium, and then the voice of the chorus was loud enough for everyone around the atrium to hear it.

Yimukui gritted her teeth, then closed her eyes, raised her head and shouted at the dusk sky.

“a!e!i!”

"Yiki! Come on!" The girl from the blowing department waved to this side.

Kiyono Rin looked at Toru Watanabe, then looked at Ichimu Ao who closed his eyes and shouted: "Please pay attention to feeling your abdomen."

"yes!"

The rehearsal of the drama proceeded in an orderly manner.

The high-rise buildings in Shinjuku District shine brightly in the sunset, and the glass walls reflect light that makes people unable to open their eyes.

When the light disappears, Monday's practice is over.

"Tomorrow after school, go to the sewing classroom to gather. Everyone will try their clothes. If there is any wrong size, please immediately ask the students from the handicraft department to modify it."

"Um."

"Dissolve."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

I changed my shoes at the shoe cabinet, and today everyone planned to eat mutton.

The oven is surrounded by vegetables, potatoes, mushrooms, bean sprouts, onions, asparagus, etc.;

In the middle, there are sheep tenderloin, sheep's outer ridge, sheep's neck, lamb chops, sheep's tongue, etc.

The thin tenderloin is roasted to the skin slightly yellow, and it is covered with sauce, and put it into your mouth in one bite.

While taking the first bite, my hand couldn't wait to pick up the clip and put the second piece on it.

The outer ridge is larger than the tenderloin, with a layer of white fat on the edge, which sizzles under the scorching of charcoal fire and is filled with fragrance.

Sprinkle with salt, cumin, and even chopsticks to eat.

"Cheers!" Tsuku Watanabe raised the iced Coke.
To be continued...