Of course, her good roommate, Brother Zhen, was carrying Ling Xiaoxiao's favorite fried rice and a bottle of drinks to refresh her mind.∏∈,

"Why are you here too?" Ling Xiaoxiao took the lunch box a little strange. Brother Zhen is not the one who likes to join in the fun.

"I'm afraid you're bored, come here to accompany you," Brother Zhen hit Ling Xiaoxiao with his shoulder: "Am I very loyal, very good buddy?"

Ling Xiaoxiao's black line, can this girl not always be so manly... What Kim Shen Ai and the others said, she really has the illusion of living with a man now.

After the four of them were having lunch, Ling Xiaoxiao hurried them back. The children who came to the performance in the afternoon were from the first and second grades of junior high school. Brother Zhen and the others had to attend classes in the afternoon. Moreover, she was afraid that someone from the backstage would come out and see them again, asking for an introduction. It was terrible.

After lunch, Ling Xiaoxiao and Jiang Zizhuo returned to the backstage. The time was not too early. In a while, the audience should enter the venue, and the backstage would officially start the countdown to the performance.

Ling Xiaoxiao entered the backstage and saw that Kim Shin Ai and the others had already changed into stage costumes and were putting on makeup in front of the mirror. She came to Park Mi-hye and asked, "Can I do something for you?"

Park Mi-hye turned around and saw Ling Xiaoxiao and was very happy: "Have you finished lunch? That's great. Each of their performance costumes has several sets, colors, sizes, etc., and everyone's are different. I've been a little confused. Have you brought paper and pen? Just write it on paper. I'm afraid that people in the backstage will get the wrong ones after the opening. ￠￡,"

When Ling Xiaoxiao heard her say this, she quickly took out paper and pen from her schoolbag. There was also a sticky note paper that could be pasted in the front pocket of her schoolbag, which could be written on it and posted it on it. The two of them worked for a while before they had to sort out the clothes. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the clothes full of clothes hangers in front of her, and asked Park Mi-hui with her head tilted, "Are they brought these clothes? This person must have several sets, right?"

Park Mi-hye returned the pen to Ling Xiaoxiao: "They said that the clothes to wear in each show are different. Different shows require different costumes. Not only them, but I see that others bring so many clothes."

Ling Xiaoxiao was a little amazed at these clothes: "Wait a minute, the junior high school children will be lucky. They are treating this art performance so grandly."

Park Mi-hui smiled: "The art school we came to is very famous in Goryeo. In the combination of many brokerage companies, most of the members are selected from the outstanding students of this art school, so in order to make a smooth debut, these students will try their best to seize every opportunity. The students who came this time are said to be the best group in the school."

"How do you know so much?" Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Park Mi-hui in surprise.∏∈,

"Of course I asked. I and they don't have a language barrier, so of course I can ask more questions." Park Mi-hye smiled proudly.

"You are so awesome! Thank you for your hard work. Remember to share with me if you have such information in the future." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Park Mi-hui with a flattering look. It made Park Mi-hui laugh.

The two men sorted out the clothes and accessories of the five people, sat aside and waited for the start of the performance. The host of the performance was a translator who came with the visiting group, and a student from the art school.

At 1:30, the performance officially began. Ling Xiaoxiao listened to the dialogue between the two hosts on the stage and the reaction from the audience in the backstage, and knew that this performance would definitely be successful. After all, this trend has just entered China and is about to become popular.

Ling Xiaoxiao followed Park Mi-hui to help the five students change clothes and organize accessories in the backstage. There were dozens of programs brought by the visiting group, and each student had many programs. Often, they needed to change clothes and accessories as soon as they stepped down, put on makeup, and then went on stage again.

Ling Xiaoxiao felt that she was busy all the time until the end of the performance. She didn't know what was performed on the stage. She could only hear one or two songs when she was not busy occasionally, and there were also cheers and shouts from the students below.

When the show ended, she and Park Mi-hye sat back to back on the ground, and they both sat there, not even trying to move their fingers. Ling Xiaoxiao thought about it and this was only the first one. There were still a few more games later, so she urgently felt that she should find someone to feel sad with her.

She leaned back for a moment and said angrily: "Dear, this time the visiting group came to No. 8 Middle School, the main thing that was brought by the performance. I don't know how many performances there will be."

Park Mi-hye was temporarily caught and was caught. She had studied the process carefully. After hearing what she said, she didn't even say a surprised voice, and she replied angrily: "No, then will we be exhausted these days?"

Ling Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly: "It's not as tired as you're so tired that you're sure to lose weight. I'm so tired that I don't even have the strength to eat supper."

The two of them rested on the ground for a while before they helped them get up. The two of them who were in trouble quickly established a revolutionary friendship...

The performance was very successful, so the curtain call on the stage was thanked again and again, but the students in the audience were still enthusiastically refused to leave, so the show was added one after another, until it was almost six o'clock in the evening, and the performance finally ended.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Mi-hui walked out of the auditorium with a weak hand. Park Mi-hui was also a student on campus. The two had just discussed and decided to go to the cafeteria to find food first, and then go back to the dormitory to hold the corpse. Whoever mentioned the three words "evening self-study" to them now will be anxious!

At the intersection, the handsome guy stood tall, with one hand casually inserted into his pocket and slightly lowered his head. From a distance, he felt a chic feeling lingering around his body. Of course, if he didn't carry the lunch box in his other hand, he would look a little more handsome.

Park Mi-hye blinked at Ling Xiaoxiao, her face full of expressions of "I understand everything, I understand". She patted Ling Xiaoxiao's back of her hand and walked towards the other side of the path alone.

Ling Xiaoxiao felt sweet in her heart, but her legs were still soft, so she could only walk over: "Did you end up early?"

Jiang Zizhuo looked at her tired white face and couldn't help asking: "Are you very tired in the background?"

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded weakly, she was tired, of course she was tired. The students in the art school were really hard to serve, and she had to chatter and chatter at all the problems. The Koreans in her heart were all lowered.

"Let's go, find a place to eat first. After you eat, you can go back and rest early." Jiang Zizhuo frowned and reached out to get Ling Xiaoxiao's backpack.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't even have the strength to struggle, so she obediently asked him to take it away. Without her backpack, she suddenly felt that her waist and back could be slightly erected...

"Where to eat?" Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Zizhuo and looked at the two lunch boxes in his hand. This person probably hadn't eaten yet.
Chapter completed!