Supporting roles: king, queen, five girls (and several without lines)

Props: table, chair, broom, rag, comb, book, cloth shoes, wand, MP3, tissue with soul mate, stopped clock, ancient clock, narrator: In this bustling town, there lived a kind girl, and people saw a petite figure wandering around the market every day. The girl is wearing shabby clothes, so everyone calls her "Cinderella". She has a very happy family, a strict father and a kind mother. Unfortunately, her mother died unexpectedly, so her father found her a new mother. I thought the nightmare was over. Unexpectedly, after her father died, her stepmother changed her original kind face and became snobbish and narrow-minded, treating Cinderella as a servant and letting her two spoiled daughters bully her and bosse her around.

Big sister: Cinderella, come and sweep here. It's too dirty.

Cinderella: Yes. (sweeping under the elder sister's feet with a broom)

Elder sister (dodging): Oh, my shoes are dirtier than your face. Go, go, go away, don't sweep! (with a contemptuous expression)

Cinderella: Oh (go away)

Second sister: Oh, what a coincidence. What about the dress I asked you to wash for me this morning? Bring it now! I want to wear it! (Reaching out to Cinderella)

Cinderella: I washed it hard.

Second Sister: Well, let me think. . . (seeing the hole in the clothes) Ah! Cinderella, stop, you dead girl. (Cinderella has run away)

Narrator: On this day, the stepmother's excited voice reached Cinderella's ears. She was busy sweeping the floor! Ahem ~ ~ (The elder sister is combing her hair and the second sister is reading a book)

Stepmother: (excitedly) Come and see, both of you. (with a piece of paper in his hand)

Sister: Mom, what is this?

Stepmother: What frog died and my brother died? Your brother is not dead.

Second sister: No, my sister asked you what this is.

Stepmother: Oh, it's chicken intestines. Is educated! Fortunately, I let you study.

Elder sister: What's this?

Stepmother: Is this an invitation to the Kingdom Ball?

Second sister: Oh, really. . . (Continue reading)

Elder sister: (dropping something in her hand) What? Let me see! (grab the invitation). . . What? I thought it was true. Stop joking, okay? !

Stepmother: Do I look like I'm joking?

Elder sister: Just a piece of printing paper and an invitation letter.

Stepmother: I printed this. You can watch it online if you don't believe me.

Second Sister: How did you know the news? (still reading)

Stepmother: I saw it on E-cat when I was just surfing the Internet.

Big sister: no, no, it's not an e-cat, it's an email ~

Stepmother: Almost. In any case, you must attend this dance, you know.

Elder sister: of course (pronounced "amount").

Second sister: OK. (still reading)

Stepmother: OK, I'll order clothes. (Stepmother leaves)

Sister: You also want to be king. No

Second sister: Well, I heard that there are many books in the palace.

Elder sister: (whispering) What a nerd (stealing books from second sister). what are you reading? Squid raiders What is this? (Sister throws away the book and leaves)

Second sister: no level. (picks up the book)

Narrator: Cinderella was very interested in the word kingdom ball, so she made up her mind to go to the kingdom ball, but the question was: how can she go to the ball without beautiful clothes? Cinderella can only come to the big tree in the yard in frustration.

Cinderella (looking at the tree): Uncle Tree, I really want to visit the palace.

Magician: Nothing. You should say that you want to go to the palace and dance with the prince!

Cinderella (surprised): Wow, uncle can talk, and it's a girl's voice ...? Girls?

Magician: Miss, please, I'm not your uncle. (talking and approaching Cinderella)

Cinderella: So it's you talking. I wonder why uncle has changed sex.

Magician: (whispering) Idiot! Let me ask you, do you really want to go to the dance?

Cinderella: Of course, I haven't been there.

Magician: Well, actually, I'm a magician. I can let you go to the kingdom dance.

Cinderella: Really, can you help me?

Magician: Sure, but you have to do something for me.

Cinderella: What is it?

Magician: (takes out a box from the next table) Help me return these shoes to the prince.

Cinderella: (looking at the magician) When are there a pair of shoes in the table? Is it a mutation? What shoes are they? Are they crystal shoes? Or gold shoes? Can you ... ... please. .

Magician: (interrupting Cinderella's long speech) Stop it! Only one question is allowed.

Cinderella: (in meditation). . .

Magician: (frowning) Are you going to ask or not?

Cinderella: Yes, I will ask. . . (The magician nods) Can you give me a shoe?

Magician: Do you want shoes? Cinderella nodded hard. . . Yes, anyway, just give him his shoes back.

Cinderella: Really? Thank you. (Opening the box) Huh? Why, are they cloth shoes? (Turn around backstage) Director ~ Is there a mistake?

Magician: That's right. Don't you know? The director said that because the funds did not allow, she took out the worn cloth shoes that had been treasured for four years and replaced them!

Cinderella: (to the magician) How did this happen? The director is so stingy! It is clearly written in the book that they are crystal shoes. How can they be replaced with worn cloth shoes? . . Do you have any other shoes?

Magician: Ahem, don't worry, these shoes are not for you! I'll let you put on beautiful shoes. Anyway, give him back a shoe for me.

Cinderella: Wow, that's great.

Magician: Look at me!

Narrator: As the magician waved his wand, Cinderella's clothes became gorgeous banquet clothes and a beautiful pearl necklace, but the magician's action stopped there.

Magician: Shit, the wand is dead. I'm going back to charge. Bye! (Walking posture)

Cinderella: (holding the magician) Wait a minute, you haven't made shoes yet.

Magician: (struggling) Didn't I tell you there was no electricity? You can wear those cloth shoes. (Break free and talk while walking) Also, I 12 come back. . .

Cinderella: Why? Hello.

Narrator: In other words, the stepmother is almost ready, just waiting for the night.

Stepmother: Look, children, our mail-order banquet clothes have arrived.

Elder sister: (running out) Let me see!

Second sister: (sitting in the chair early) The efficiency is not bad.

Elder sister: (picks up a skirt) Mom, do you think this skirt looks good on me?

Stepmother: Of course it's beautiful. You are beautiful, graceful, charming, graceful, pure and lovely, innocent girl, with all kinds of amorous feelings, flirting, elegant and refined, which makes women jealous, makes men intoxicated, dogs jump over walls, pigs climb trees, and alarms the CPC Central Committee with beauty.

Elder sister: (smiling and shaking her hair) Of course.

Stepmother: I'll pick out some jewels for you. Wait for me. (leave)

Elder sister: (walks up to the second sister) What are you looking at? (grabbing books). . . Squid drifting? (Throw away the book and talk while walking) Freak!

Second sister: (picks up the book and sits down to read) You too!

Narrator: Night has finally arrived. Although Cinderella doesn't have beautiful crystal shoes and a luxurious pumpkin cart, her heart to dance will not be defeated!

Cinderella: Damn director, how can you treat my innocent Cinderella like this? Even if there are no crystal shoes, I will stand here alone and wait for the bus. What took you so long to come? Is it dangerous? No, what should I do? Time is running out. I'm running.

Narrator: By the prince's side, (pause) See for yourself!

Attendant: What are you doing, Prince?

Prince: I'm listening to MP3. What are you doing here?

Attendant: It's time to go to the lobby.

Prince: Really? Then I want to make up.

Attendant: (hugging the prince's feet in fear) Don't melt! Don't you remember that the ladies-in-waiting were scared to cry last time, and the princess was dizzy last time? Please don't wear it again.

Prince: The ladies-in-waiting cried because I gave birth to prickly heat with their cosmetics, and they cried because they were punished. My mother fainted because I was more beautiful than her after makeup, and I was mad; But it seems none of your business.

Attendant: Did you really forget that I was deducted from the bonus by the Queen?

Prince: I can give it to you.

Attendant: But she also deprived me of my "right to love".

Prince: It's not that you are not allowed to fall in love or get married. I'll marry you a bride.

Attendant: (holding the prince) Let's stop fooling around and let's go.

Narrator: The prince was dragged to the hall by his entourage.

King: Let me introduce you. (pointing to the prince) This is a child. (Everyone looks at the prince)

Attendant: (desperately pulling the prince) Prince, come out. If you don't come out, my bonus will be deducted next month. I beg you, 555.

Prince: Never die, never die.

Attendant: (sobbing) Then why don't you die?

Prince: (Stand out) Son of a bitch, how dare you curse this prince? Think about it. (Say that finish, pull the entourage to go inside)

King: (holding the prince's ear angrily) You are the bastard. Dance for me. (turning gently to the crowd) That's my son. Let's see, ha, come on, dance and twist.

Attendant: Ah! The king was incoherent. (The king faints) Ah! And then fainted.

Queen: (suddenly appearing in front of the entourage) I want to deprive you of your "right to marry".

Attendant: (crying bitterly) No, Queen, I can't fall in love anymore. If I can't get married, how can I live up to my 80-year-old grandmother, 90-year-old mother and 12-year-old father?

Queen: (crying) Poor thing. . . Do you think I am an idiot? Grandma is 80 years old and dad is only 12 years old? Mother is 90 years old? You're lying to a ghost.

Attendant: (guilty) Yes, it's true. I'm not lying to you. . .

Prince: (yelling) My father and the king are dizzy. You're still chatting. Mom, please call 7 199 120 to go to Changyi People's Hospital.

Queen: Don't worry. I learned electric shock. I'll just shock him. (takes out the guy)

Prince: (grabs the queen's hand) Mom, no!

Queen: You don't trust my skills?

Prince: Of course not. If you hadn't shocked my father last time, he wouldn't have had a heart attack. . .

Girl: (loudly) Do you still want to dance? If not, I will go home and watch TV.

King: (jumping up) Sorry, the dance has officially started. (Faint again)

Narrator: The farce was over and the king was sent to the people's hospital. (Looking left and right) I'll tell you a secret. The king was incoherent because of a heart attack. Of course, everyone is afraid to tell the queen, not even the king. Why? Do you think the king is not afraid of being deducted pocket money by his precious queen? . . Forget it, let's take a look at the follow-up of the prince's dance.

Prince: (A brainwave) Ahem, please come out and dance with me. If not, please go home and watch TV.

Girl: No way. You spent so much money on tickets just to see a farce?

Prince: Please rest assured. Of course, we won't hurt you. (pointing to the attendant) Look!

Attendant: (stealing food). . . I found that all eyes were on him, so I threw away the food in my hand. (Hello, everyone.

Prince: What? Hello, everyone. Show us something quickly.

Attendant: What are you embroidering? I can't embroider mandarin ducks.

Prince: (walks up to his entourage) It's beyond your power. Get something out quickly, or you will suffer.

Attendant: What can I get?

Prince: (reaches into the waiter's pocket) Take whatever you have. . . (finds a pack of paper towels) Paper towels? Forget it, that's it.

Attendant: This is what I used! (Covered by the prince)

Prince: (holding up the paper towel) In order to compensate for your loss, I'll give you a dozen (looking at the paper towels) brand paper towels that are soul mates.

Cinderella: (whispering) I'm sorry. . .

Prince: (with a smile on his face and a tissue in his hand) Do you have any comments?

Cinderella: (whispering) I'm sorry. . .

Everyone: No.

Cinderella: (loudly) Is anyone listening to me? Everyone looks at Cinderella and turns their heads back. )

Prince: Since everyone is okay with it, then. . . (Interrupt)

Cinderella: (walks up to the prince and shouts) Didn't you hear what I said?

Prince: (rubbing his ears) Sorry, I have a little tinnitus. what can I do for you?

Cinderella: Don't you want to see me?

Prince: I'm looking for you? Do you? When did this happen?

Cinderella: (lifts her skirt) Look. ...

Prince: (half covering his eyes) Miss, I'm not interested in your underwear. Please respect yourself.

Cinderella: Who told you to look at me? . . (Raising the volume) I'm showing you my shoes!

Prince: Why should I look at your shoes? My name is Li Ning. If you want to see them, you won't see yourself.

Cinderella: You said to let the lady in cloth shoes go out, didn't you?

Prince: (to himself) Did I say that?

Attendant: Don't you remember, Prince? You said it yourself. You can't be so forgetful (Laughter)

Prince: (looking at the waiter) No, I remember, I told you, so what.

Attendant: Then you must dance with this young lady.

Prince: Just jump and show you how fast I'm making progress. (Turning to Cinderella and issuing an elegant invitation) Please!

Cinderella put her hand on the prince's and they walked to the center of the dance floor. With the change of music, they jumped into a bullfight. . . Suddenly, Cinderella stopped dancing.

Prince: What's wrong? (The follower walks to the prince)

Cinderella: What time is it?

Prince: I'm going home.

Cinderella: You stole my lines.

Prince: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ahem, (turning his head to his entourage) What time is it?

Attendant: (takes out a stopped clock) It's almost 12 o'clock.

Cinderella: Ah, I have to go, 88 (leave)

Prince: Hey, wait, wait ~ ~

Cinderella: What? Didn't the director say this was okay?

Prince: (whispering) Think about it. Isn't there anything left for me?

Cinderella: No, forget it. I have to go, or I'll miss the next game.

Narrator: Cinderella walked down the stairs and wanted to go away, but she finally remembered what the director and magician told her. As the saying goes, people are entrusted with loyalty!

Cinderella: (walks up to the prince, takes off a shoe and puts it in his hand) I finally remember. Here you go, here you go. (Walk away again)

Prince: Wow, I finally remember! Uh, can I have it back? I am so rich, will I buy shoes without brands? (Turn around backstage) Director, are you mistaken again! (Holding your nose and throwing your shoes to the entourage)

Attendant: (looking at the shoes) Here you are, Prince.

Prince: No way! ! ! Attendant: (Helpless) Hey, I haven't said Wang yet, so don't steal my lines! Attendant: This is one of the gifts you gave him (pointing to the cloth shoes). Prince: Why are you wearing a mask?

Attendant: If I don't wear it again, I will die of lack of oxygen.

Prince: Well, I can't blame you. I can't help it These shoes are really. . . (in unison) It stinks!

Narrator: Cinderella hurried home and looked at the clock at home. It just pointed to 12, but her clothes didn't disappear. She thought it was strange, so she called the magician out.

Magician: Did you give him his shoes back?

Cinderella: I returned it.

Magician: Oh, that's good.

Cinderella: I have something to ask you. Why 12 o'clock? My skirt and necklace didn't disappear?

Magician: Oh, if you didn't tell me, I forgot. Take off your things and I'll give them back to others.

Cinderella: Give it back to others. Didn't you invent these?

Magician: Come out! Do you think this is really a fairy tale? I borrowed these from others.

Cinderella: Then why do you want me 12 back?

Magician: Because the master will go home at 12. What if the owner finds out if he doesn't come back?

Cinderella: What did you find?

Magician: My clothes are missing.

Cinderella: Didn't you say you borrowed it from someone else?

Magician: Yes, I was just about to borrow it.

Cinderella: Are you ready? So this is stolen?

Magician: Bingo, you guessed it.

Cinderella: Why are you such a pig? Can't you borrow an extra pair of shoes?

Magician: I forgot.

Cinderella: Then you said it was because your wand was dead. Are you lying to me?

Magician: I didn't lie to you, but there was no electricity. I didn't say I was afraid you would hit me.

Cinderella: Go to hell!

Narrator: Because of various factors, the prince decided to look for Cinderella, so he went door to door with his entourage and shoes. On this day, as written in the book, the prince and his entourage came to Cinderella's home.

Attendant: Is anyone there?

Stepmother: No.

Attendant: Then what are you?

Stepmother: Advanced creature.

Attendant: That's rude.

Stepmother: Who do you call rude? You mean yourself.

Attendant: I'm so rude.

Stepmother: Is it polite to go into someone's house and ask "Hello"?

Prince: (coming out from behind his entourage) It's my fault. I apologize for him.

Stepmother: You, who are you? Is it possible to come here? . .

Prince: That's right.

Stepmother: (shy) I, I am willing to marry you.

Prince: I think you misunderstood. I'm not here to propose to you. I'm looking for someone.

Stepmother: (provocative) Looking for a date? Someone found us? You think I'm a refugee shelter here

Attendant: Bold, do you know who the prince is?

Stepmother: How do I know what a prince is? . . Prince! (To the waiter) Are you a prince?

Prince: Sorry, I'm here.

Stepmother: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought the prince was a handsome boy.

Attendant: (holding the stepmother's hand) You really have a good eye. Thank you, thank you!

Prince: What do you mean?

Attendant: (Let go of the stepmother's hand and face the prince) Of course, how could I have achieved today without the noble instruction of the prince! At this time, the song of Sister Hong Kong was played, and the lights gathered on the entourage, who surrounded the venue (waving to the audience).

Prince: OK, let's get back to the point. I'm looking for the owner of the shoes. (The prince waves to his narcissistic followers)

Attendant: (The prince puts on the mask and the waiter opens the box) Here are the shoes.

Stepmother: (covering her nose) Wow, it stinks. Did you fall into WC?

Attendant: Don't worry, it's absolutely original and contains no preservatives.

Stepmother: Look for it if you want. (away from odor source)

Prince: Excuse me, where is your daughter? The waiter covers the box and then takes off the mask with the prince. )

Stepmother: Wait a minute, (yelling) daughters, come out quickly! (turning his head to the prince)

Elder sister: OK! (Going out with a group of girls)

Prince: Are they all your daughters?

Stepmother: Yes.

Girl: (except the elder sister) We are guests. Since there is nothing worthy of our nostalgia, let's go.

Stepmother: How can you waste human resources like this?

Elder sister: No problem! The director said that it is better to let them come out and see the world; By the way, what's the matter with calling me out

Stepmother: (looking around) Where's your sister?

Elder sister: I don't know.

Second sister: (sitting in a chair with her back to the audience reading) I'm coming.

Stepmother: What are you doing there?

Sister: (walking to the second sister) What are you looking at again? The art of squid? Squid again?

Second sister: (grabbing the book back) You don't understand the good of squid.

Stepmother: Ha, she was hit on the head by a squid when she was a child, so people became a little strange.

Attendant: Hit on the head by a squid? Prince, can squid attack people?

Prince: (whispering) This is the first time I've heard it.

Stepmother: Haha, don't talk about it. Didn't you say you wanted to try on shoes?

Prince: Yes, Frye! (name of waiter)

Attendant: (walks up to my sister) Please come and try on this shoe. (Put on the mask and open the box)

Elder sister: (covering her nose) It stinks! May I not try?

Stepmother: No (forced to put on shoes and fall to the ground)

Attendant: Ah! She fainted.

Stepmother: Second sister, try it.

Second sister: (reading) If you don't try, you won't have time.

Stepmother: (covering her nose and walking to the second sister) If you try it on, I'll buy you "Squid Interior Design". How's it going?

Second sister: OK, I'll try. (throw away the book and try on the shoes, my feet can't get in) I can't get in.

Stepmother: What do you mean I can't get in? Let me see. I just stuffed it in. ) Well, look, I just got in.

Attendant: (squints at stepmother and turns to elder sister) Miss, please take a few steps to have a look. (Second sister stumbles a few steps and falls to the ground)

Stepmother: Why did you fall asleep? Get up!

Attendant: (takes a closer look at Second Sister) Ah! She is dizzy, too. Her feet are bloodshot!

Prince: (looking at his stepmother) Madam, do you have a daughter?

Stepmother: You think I'm a sow. How can there be so many daughters? They're gone. They're gone.

Prince: Is it really gone?

Stepmother: Hey, are you bored? When I say it's gone, it's gone Why do you ask?

Prince: (whispering) You forgot Cinderella.

Stepmother: What ash? . . Oh, my late husband had a daughter named Cinderella.

Prince: Where is it?

Stepmother: In the yard, you won't find it yourself. So the prince and his entourage went to the yard.

Prince: Is she Cinderella? (Cinderella doesn't respond) Go and have a look. (Let Frye go)

Attendant: Yes, Miss (walks up to Cinderella and shakes her hand).

Cinderella: (talking in a dream) Chicken leg, don't go, don't leave me, 555555~ (crying without tears)

Attendant: Prince, what shall we do if she falls asleep?

Prince: Wake her up.

Attendant: Oh, (turning her head to Cinderella and shaking Cinderella with her hand) Miss, wake up!

Cinderella: Who is it? What's that noise? The chicken legs all flew away.

Attendant: Miss, would you please try on this shoe? (Give the box to Cinderella and walk away)

Cinderella: Shoes? (Opening the box) It's, it's night. . .

Prince: (approaching Cinderella) So it was you who danced with me that night. (Cover your nose)

Cinderella: You, that night-Prince of Tissue!

Prince: (expression unnatural) Paper, paper towel prince? (Waiter snickers)

Cinderella: Yes, you are the prince who said he would give everyone a dozen tissues, aren't you?

Prince: Yes, it isn't. Let's not talk about it for a while. I have something to ask you.

Cinderella: What is it?

Prince: Who gave you the shoes?

Cinderella: a magician who specializes in stealing.

Prince: (holding Cinderella's hand excitedly) Really, really, where is she now?

Cinderella: I don't know.

Prince: Can you help me find her?

Cinderella:. . . Wait a minute. (draws a "ten" on him) Wizard, come out! (Magician appears)

Prince: So that's how she was summoned!

Cinderella: No, I forgot my lines. I'm remembering them.

Prince: I feel dizzy. What about that guy?

Cinderella: In front of you.

Magician: It's no use. He can't see me.

Prince: (looking around) I don't see it.

Cinderella: (looking at the magician) How about that?

Magician: If he has something of mine, I will find a way. Prince: (looking at Cinderella) Who are you talking to? Cinderella: (looking at the prince) Do you have anything that belongs to the magician?

Prince: Her things? (looking for something in his pocket and taking it out) Here it is.

Cinderella: (taking something from the prince's hand) Isn't this what the mysterious man found that night? You're the mystery man?

Magician: Don't worry about chatting. Give me what you have.

Cinderella: Oh. Prince: What's wrong? Why didn't you say anything?

Magician: Take this to him and let him put it on.

Cinderella: (handing the magician something to the prince) Put it on.

Prince: (after putting it on) It's you! ! ! (walking towards the wizard)

Magician: You wanted to see me?

Prince: By the way, did you give this shoe to this lady?

Magician: Yes.

Prince: I want to arrest you for theft! ! !

Magician: er … your lines are wrong …

Prince: Just kidding.

Magician: Boring! ! ! Prince: Hey, will you go later? Magician: Yes!

Prince: OK, I'll send someone to meet you, Frye, and invite him in! (The waiter brings a man in)

Magician: Who is he?

Prince: He is the doctor I invited. He's here to help you treat beriberi.

Magician: What did you say? (wringing the prince's ear)

Prince: Someone is watching.

Magician: (letting go) Oh, you have to thank Cinderella.

Prince: That's right, Cinderella. To thank you, my prince gave you1100,000! Frye (the waiter hands Cinderella a check)

Cinderella: (excitedly) Thank you, Prince! Thank you, director! Thank my real mom and dad. If it weren't for your death, none of this would have happened and I wouldn't have become a millionaire! Thank you, thank you! Narrator: Well, it depends. Her mother's careless death is probably caused by her! Forget it, anyway, the director said; Anyway, from then on, the prince and Cinderella lived a happy life!

2. One afternoon at a time

Geoelectric Class 6 (3)

Character Yang Xinhui: Female classmate, Jiang Qi sits in front of her and Xia Yishu sits behind her.

Xia Yishu: Yang Xinhui is sitting in front of someone who remembers the class performance.

Zhou Jing: The monitor on duty.

Jiang Qi: A female classmate, Yang Xinhui is sitting behind her.

Wanyin: The monitor on duty.

First act

[The curtain rises. Ding Lingling, class is over, and the students hurry back to their seats. Two The monitor on duty immediately stood in front of the podium. Many teachers are going to other schools today, so many classes today are different from the schedule. This class was changed into a self-study class. The teacher didn't come because of something, and there was no other teacher to take the class, so let everyone go their own way. Some students also took this opportunity to speak.

Jiang Qi (turns to smile at Yang Xinhui) Hey, Yang Xinhui, let's continue to dance the beef tendon after class!

Yang Xinhui (quietly) Jiang Qi, stop it, The monitor on duty and Xia Yishu are still watching us! Go do your homework!

It doesn't matter what Jiang Qi wants. Xia Yishu is our good friend. As long as we talk to her, she won't remember our names. Hello, Xia Yishu!

Xia Yishu (stops writing and looks up at Jiang Qi) What is it?

Jiang Qi, would you like to dance with us after class?

Xia Yishu (very happy) Good! All right! All right, you break into groups. Why did you take me?

Jiang Qi nothing, I only have one condition, you promise me, I will take you away.

Xia Yishu (in a dilemma) Um ... Um ... What is this?

Jiang Qi, the three of us will discuss the matter of jumping the tendon together, but you mustn't remember Yang Xinhui and my name.

Xia Yishu (thinking for a moment) thinks ... that's ... okay!

Now, many students in the class are talking about it. Although The monitor on duty shouted "Quiet" many times, it didn't help. At this moment, Jiang Qi, Yang Xinhui and Xia Yi Shu are chatting enthusiastically, but they don't know that Zhou Jing and Wanyin have found them to chat ... Ding Lingling, class is over, and their names are all recorded on the blackboard.

[The curtain falls.

Act ii

[The curtain rises. Ding Lingling, class is on again. Xia Yishu, who was just named, was very angry and vowed to remember the names of Zhou Jing and Wan Yin. This class is also a self-study class, but it belongs to Teacher Jia. In this class, Teacher Jia wants us to finish the last two pages of supplementary exercises in mathematics, and then we can do our homework or do our own thing. All the students are studying hard and the classroom is quiet. ...

After about twenty minutes, most students have finished writing. Teacher Jia asked everyone to pass it from the back.

Gu Yuting, the last one in the first large group where Zhou Jing and Wan Yin are located, still needs two sentences to write, so the first large group spreads the slowest. Almost all the people in the group turned to look at Gu Yuting. The tables in front are urging her to "hurry up, hurry up", and Zhou Jing and Wan Yin are no exception. As it happens, this move was seen by Xia Yishu, and the hero didn't suffer immediate losses, so she immediately wrote down the names of Zhou Jing and Wan Yin.

[The curtain falls.

Act iii

[The curtain rises. Last night, Zhou Jing and Wan Yin's parents received a short message about the class speech. Zhou Jing and Wan Yin are very clear, this must be Xia Yi Shu's revenge. So after math class this morning, the two of them went to find Xia Yi Shu's theory.

Zhou Yishu, why did you remember our names yesterday?

Xia Yishu county magistrate wants to see you!

Typing is not easy, son. Choose me.