The next day, the organ was cured of a cold. After recovery, he returned to the committee and took over the affairs of the chairman.

But today on Thursday, there are only two days before the Cultural Festival, and the performance of the Cultural Festival is imminent.

For a while, the right finale program could not be found.

This gave the Organ Natsui a great headache. In the past two days, he kept going to the Music Department, the Light Voice Department, the Dance Department, and even the Drama Department to find an appropriate program.

But none of them could have a satisfactory answer. The people in the coordination department were heavy in their hearts and were worried about the upcoming cultural festival.

But no matter what, I can only bite the bullet and go.

Yuefeng High School is also in the countdown, and the entire campus turns into a sea of ​​jubilation.

Various colorful banners and balloons decorate the campus and the classes in the teaching building have long been arranged as cultural themes.

Although Class B, 2nd Year, did not adopt the proposal of the haunted house, other classes have already arranged a haunted house, and there are also classes with the theme of maid cafe. A class in the third grade even held a elegant tea party, which is unique. I heard that their class leader is the director of the Tea Art Department. It is worth mentioning that Hequan Linghua has never joined this club.

Many people in strange costumes were practicing, and some were participating in the show, feeling so much pressure and worried.

The first-year freshmen are inevitably excited to participate in such a grand event for the first time, and the noisy teaching building is filled with joy.

After finishing what was on hand, Kashiwahara and Kamisaki returned to Class B, second grade, and were shocked.

The pink and ambiguous decorations in the classroom, the naked maids are imaginative.

But why are these maids all male?

It's simply eye-catching, with big, thick, shy and artificial boys wearing white maid outfits...

The girls were already laughing happily and laughing loudly. The boys covered their faces with helplessness and said, "Don't pat them."

Kashiwahara can only be thankful that he served as the executive committee member of the Cultural Festival.

Women's clothing? He would rather die than women's clothing!

"Wait, Yamazaki, don't come over." Kashiwahara reached out to stop him seriously.

"Ah?" Yamazaki, wearing a maid outfit, looked confused.

"Because you're so ugly in this dress, I can't help but beat you up."

Yamazaki:... I suddenly felt so wronged and I didn't love Kashihara!

The boy in the class looked at Kashihara wearing a white shirt. He obviously felt that he was so ordinary in school uniform, but now he was in tears.

"Well, I heard that the mascot leather case was attracted by five people on the day of the Cultural Festival. Although she was a little tired of wearing leather case,..." Kashiwahara couldn't bear to say that she could not bear to say that she gave them a clear path.

“Eh?!”

"I'll go, I'm going!"

"Katawara, you can't forget me!"

In this way, in a joyful atmosphere, on the last weekend of May, the cultural festival of Yuefeng High School came.

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On Saturday, the cultural festival arrived as scheduled.

Xiangquan Station, adjacent to Yuefeng High School, has a lot more people than usual.

After all, there are hundreds of students from Yuefeng High School, word of mouth and the committee's unscrupulous publicity, and there are still many people who know that Yuefeng High School Cultural Festival is still there.

Get off at Xiangquan Station, some visitors who came here came to Yuefeng High School. On this road, some first-year students who were arranged to guide were already on the roadside. When they saw someone coming to ask about it, they enthusiastically guided Yuefeng High School, and also distributed a leaflet of "Yuefeng High School Culture", which briefly briefly provided Yuefeng High School information and the more highlighted programs this time.

When you approach Yuefeng High School and see the exaggerated and bright gate, almost everyone can see the words "Yuefeng High School·Cultural Festival".

As a storefront, the door has obviously been carefully decorated.

At around 9 o'clock in the morning, Kashiwara looked out and saw that there were about hundreds of tourists on the campus.

In addition to the relatives and friends of the classmates, there are also some passers-by who have the idea of ​​visiting to see if the cultural festival at Yuefeng High School is interesting.

The lively atmosphere fills the campus and laughter, which is truly a grand festival for half a month.

The tourists first curiously approached the school gate's board, which read a lot of interesting information about this cultural festival.

In addition to introducing today's process, there are twenty or thirty types of interesting program performances, just about setting up stall snacks.

Seafood pancakes, Kanto cooked, hay, sushi, ramen, fried chicken burgers, and even pearl milk tea. They are all kinds of them.

However, the revenue from simulation stores has to be paid 50% to the school, and the price is cheaper than outside.

From the gate to the teaching building, there are food stalls on both sides of the road. Looking at the lively look, the business seems to be pretty good.

More than 30 students from the committee were distributed to every corner of the school as those who maintained order and were responsible for communicating on the scene today.

In addition to the lively simulation store, the programs were also launched in the school square. Kashiwara passed by the central pool and happened to see a small music playing.

There were dozens of viewers next to them, and in the middle was a boy playing with a guitar. On the side was a slightly shy and nervous girl with a fluttering singing. The audience nodded slightly and even clapped their hands in a low voice.

"The snowflakes are flying and scattered outside the window, and they are scattering.

Unable to stop, it renders our city.”

"Think about who it is for, and want to make a difference

But we can be sure that we are in love, if we lose you

"I will also turn into stars and shine on you, even when my smile is wet with tears.

I will always be by your side.”

Kashiwahara was stunned and stopped with Kamisaki. The girl sang quite nicely. Listen carefully. Isn’t this exactly Mika Nakajima’s [Snow Flower]?

The girl performed a sad love song. This classic love song is the single from Southeast Asia after the departure of Mika Nakajima, the famous Japanese music scene. The familiar lyrics remind Kashiwara. It looks like Han Xue’s [Floating Snow], Tanya Chua’s [Sorry, I Love You] is all covered by this song. From the dozens of versions of this song, you can tell how popular it is.

Those who don’t know Mika Nakajima probably should have heard more or less listened to [I once thought about silence] this inspirational song that brings spiritual pillar beliefs to countless people.

"Hey, it's very sing." Kamisaki Shinkai exclaimed and applauded without hesitation.

"yes."

The audience around felt the same, and after the singing, the applause was endless.

Kashiwahara and Kanzaki walked aimlessly on campus, thinking that the Organ Natsuori should be preparing for the last rehearsal in the auditorium.

Where is Chizuru Asaha?

He rarely called the witch lady.

"Still in the literature department?"

"Well..." Qianyu responded lazily.

"It's very lively today." Kashiwahara said, looking at the crowded campus.

"oh."

Asayu spoke in a lazy voice: "Where are you now?"

Kashihara held the receiver and raised her face and looked around quickly: "Where am I now? I don't know where this place is, I can't touch my head at all. Where is this place? With the eyesight, I am all about countless men and women who don't know where to go. I keep calling you from the middle of a place where I am not."

On the other end of the phone, Chizuru Asaha was stunned for a moment and angrily said, "So, are you Watanabe Toru?"

"Because you are Midori."

The heart-warming teasing was mentioned inadvertently.

The witch lady Gujing Wubo's heart rippled.

"What kind of person is Kashihara?"
Chapter completed!