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Shaville passed through the window with a bundle of wooden strips and Zhang Youyan. Seeing Ming Fengcao, he stopped, then walked over and asked gently, "Caoer, what funny thing did you see?"

Ming Fengcao rubbed his eyes that were tearful and smiled, and raised a thin printed script at him: "I'm reading Luo Daidai's script, it's so funny!"

Zhang Youyan also leaned over and winked at Ming Fengcao and Yuan Qingqing: "Dwarfs, you have a lot of scenes!"

Shaville ignored Zhang Youyan and stared at Ming Fengcao's little face that was smiling red, and wanted to kiss her.

Ming Fengcao saw his impulse from Shaville's eyes and became a little nervous. She didn't want to show her intimacy in public!

However, Shaville smiled slightly, but did not take it seriously. Instead, he walked away with the materials under the urging of a boy on the other side of the corridor.

Ming Fengcao was stunned.

Yuan Qingqing exclaimed beside him: "Xiaocao, Shaville is not cold to you at all, it is completely different from treating others!"

Ming Fengcao retreated his gaze looking at Shaville's back and shrugged: "I'm so familiar with him."

"It's not the reason for familiarity~ Xiaocao admits it quickly, he likes you! Otherwise, how could it be so gentle~"

Zhuo Xiu'er approached from the back of the classroom and interrupted happily. She was holding two sewing machines in her hand, and Yin Xiaobei, who was following behind, also held two in her hand.

Ming Fengcao smiled helplessly. These girls just didn't force her to admit it, and they refused to give up: "Okay, he likes me."

"Ah~~~ Xiaocao, you are perfunctory!" Several girls raised their voices together to despise Ming Fengcao. It was because she always looked so calm that everyone felt very dissatisfied!

They all want to see Xiaocao blushing!

"No, do you want me to say that I have said everything. Do you want me to say that by the way, do I like him?"

Ming Fengcao looked calm. She didn't tie her long hair up today, but just combed it smoothly and spread it out. Her bangs were cut off with a delicate rhinestone hairpin, which was fresh and cute.

The girls couldn't stand it and sighed. Is it because their grades were too low? There was no way to bully Xiaocao a little!

In the other corner of the classroom, two boys were making smaller props, such as the king and queen's crown.

One of the boys wearing glasses, after hearing Ming Fengcao's smile, the lenses flashed and his hands stopped for a moment.

His name is Jian Congyun. It can be seen that his family is very well-off. He is wearing a design, well-tailored shirt and trousers, and has an elegant temperament. Even the girls in Class A privately believe that he is the reduced version of Han Junyang, and is one of the most handsome boys in Class A and is also very concerned about it.

"Dayun, what's wrong?" Jin Cancan, who had tried hard to cut hard paper, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Nothing." Jian Congyun smiled and continued to focus on making props.

While cutting the blue cloth sheets according to the patterns drawn by Zhuo Xiu'er, Ming Fengcao silently calculated the time: "Now there are more than seven weeks left before New Year's Day. We spend six hours a week doing these, and it may be a bit tight. If you want to get clothes and props, you should rehearse it."
Chapter completed!