TARGET FIVE Take a break, take a break! The Autumn School Festival begins! Part 2
The autumn school festival was held as scheduled. At this time, Orendu would open to the public and allow visitors to enter the school. Therefore, every time at this time, the school festival booths are always crowded with people, and some powerful clubs, in order to show their uniqueness, also built large tents with their own exclusive style, and the interior of the tents is a display space. These tents suddenly appeared like bamboo shoots that popped up overnight.
I stood in front of my club's tent, and the muscles on my face couldn't help but twitch on one side. Because, at this moment, I never expected that this would be the scene...
My upper body was tied up with a gray bandage that looked like it was filled with blue slurry. My golden hair was tied up and stuffed into a dark waist-length wig. My face was also painted with strange and horrible makeup. They didn't hesitate to smear the blood plasma all over my body and face. I hated myself. Why didn't I dress up as a bunny girl? Why didn't I dissect small animals?
This is Chick Yarrow's brilliant idea - a zombie restaurant! I was dressed as a zombie and served as a waiter!
I wanted to curse at him. Who would want to come and eat with a waiter dressed like this?
Sure enough, there were crowds of people in front of other stalls, but ours was unsurprisingly deserted.
Just when I numbly forgot about my dignity, my arm was suddenly touched by the person next to me. I turned around and saw Duverg in the same outfit.
Yes, this is something I never expected. They would dress Duverger up like this! Wouldn't Duverger resist? Wouldn't Duverger break the neck of the person who gave him the idea?
"Hey, I think there are so many people here, and everyone is suspicious!" Duverger didn't have the same strong emotions as I did. He seemed to adapt very well. He came close to me and expressed his various doubts. "I think this is a good opportunity. I want to check everywhere. You can improvise here!" After saying that, he sneaked into the crowd. In the past, I always thought his vigorous steps were very heroic, but under the influence of this look today, I actually felt that he was... a little pitiful...
It was such a single misstep that I regretted it for the rest of my life. After blaming myself a thousand times in my heart, I raised my head and looked for Romanie and the others' tent.
Next to a stall not far away, there stood a pink tent covered with lace and frills. This tent was very eye-catching. At the door, on an extremely exaggerated table that only appeared in fairy tale kingdoms, Nicole was concentrating on registering, and next to her stood Romani, who was wearing delicate makeup and a princess puffy gauze skirt. Attracted by this living sign, many ladies of all ages were pouring into the tent in order, and Havensting inside must be excitedly showing off her interests and hobbies. The shop next to them was an open-air barbecue stall, on which were strings of delicious food, and a circle of children were gathered around the delicious food. Most of the mothers of these children went to the beauty salon and left them waiting next to the barbecue stall.
I sighed and thought to myself: If Nicole and I were to switch places, maybe she would really like the style of our club!
As the leader, Chikeyaro sat in the tent, sighing, as if he was dissatisfied with the reality of the deserted place.
He is not happy, and I am not happy either, dressing me up like this. I swear I will never make peace with him in my life! Moreover, this guy is really bad, dressing himself up as a European prince, wearing a red cape with gold lace and patterns, a white shirt with a lotus leaf collar and white prince breeches. What is he doing? Is he treating me differently?
I rolled my eyes at him and turned my attention back to the sparse passers-by in front of the door. Suddenly, I found a little boy holding an oyster omelet looking at me. He held the oyster omelet in his hand for a long time and forgot to put it down.
This little boy may have eaten too much oyster omelette, as his chubby face is covered with ketchup.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with maternal love and couldn't help but turn towards him.
The little boy stood there, frightened by my sudden action.
I ignored him and just smiled at him. As I smiled, blood plasma flowed into my mouth. However, I didn't pay attention to it. I slowly approached the little boy, wanting to walk in front of him, squat down, and touch his hair lovingly.
Following my movements, the little boy stiffened his neck and tilted his head back, as if he dared not move his body, but his expression was extremely terrified. Then, he burst into a deafening scream and burst into tears.
I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. I quickly waved my hands to comfort him and asked him to stop crying. But I didn't expect that the opposite happened. When I stretched out my hand to him, he was so scared that he suddenly fell back and fell to the ground, and then cried even harder.
Oh my God! I sighed and realized that this was probably one of the few people in the world who could dress up like this and still look annoyed!
"Stop crying, stop crying!" I said hastily, baring my blood-stained teeth. But it was no use, the little boy cried even harder.
"Who are you? Why are you scaring my child?" A middle-aged mother who still had the curling iron on her head heard the crying and ran over quickly. She picked up the crying child on the ground, held him in her arms and comforted him: "Baby, don't cry. Your mother is here. Bad people dare not bully you. Be good!" While comforting the child, the middle-aged mother glared at me fiercely, then stomped her feet and walked away.
I could still vaguely hear the child's sobbing getting lower and lower. The mother simply carried the child into the beauty salon. I looked at the backs of the middle-aged mother and the child leaving, I sighed deeply, and muttered to myself: "Zombies also have dignity..." Moreover, not only was I dressed like this, but Duverg also accompanied me. But speaking of Duverg, I haven't seen him for a long time...
Thinking of this, I looked up and around, looking far away in the crowd, trying hard to find the tall figure of Duverger. Oh no, tall should not be his feature now. His features are a bloody blue-gray bandage, a face full of blood, and a head of tattered hair that has become matted due to the effect of blood and hair gel.
As expected, I finally saw Duverger in a slightly commotion. He was constantly being pulled by people to take photos, and many people took photos by beating up zombies. The commotion was the reaction of the crowd to beating up zombies, and it seemed that he was not having a good time either...
At this time, I blamed Chikeyaro, the instigator, even more, so I turned around and said weakly to Chikeyaro, who was wearing prince clothes and dozing in the tent: "Look, your good idea has no one..." After waiting for a long time without seeing any response from the other party, I thought he was probably too bored and fell asleep, and Dufoge was still in dire straits, so I sighed and said, "I'm going to find Dufoge, you stay here and watch the store!" Out of moral obligation, I also had to find Dufoge, after all, it would not be good for him to be beaten up there, although I hadn't figured out what use I would be in going there!
I walked quickly to the middle of the crowd. At this time, the last wave of passersby who wanted to take a photo with me had already left with their cameras satisfied, and the next wave of passersby had not yet approached. Taking this opportunity, I grabbed Duverg and dragged him all the way to a place with fewer people. When we got here, we both panted for a long time, and the blood on our faces was washed out by sweat, leaving marks, which made us look more in line with the roles we played.
"Hey...are you okay...are you okay?" I gasped heavily and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"I'm fine, but it hurts a bit..." Duverger shook his head and sighed, " In order to gather intelligence, I have to cooperate with passers-by who ask for photos. If they want to hit me, I have to endure it... I have never felt so pitiful..."
I could totally relate to what he said, so I couldn't help but say with tears in my eyes, "You're right. This is the first time I felt so unwelcome. I really felt so pitiful..." Thinking that I couldn't appear too weak, I suppressed my sadness and asked, "So after paying such a huge price, have you found out anything?"
Duverger's face, which was covered in blood plasma, was stunned for a moment, then he covered his face and wailed, "There's nothing!"
I suddenly felt so pitiful for myself, so I held Duverg's head on my shoulders and shed sad tears with him.
Suddenly, a spotlight flashed in front of me, and before I could react, I heard someone say, "You guys look so sweet. I want to take photos of you as participants in this school festival. You guys are so special, there must be a lot of people who will like you!"
I looked carefully at the person who was talking. He was a handsome boy, thin and short. He was holding a large professional camera in his hand and smiling at us. Before we responded, he waved to us and left.
We are so pitiful, but he thinks we are sweet! How can we be sweet? We are two abandoned zombies ! What is sweet about us?
Then Duverg and I looked at each other and we started crying again.
As night fell and the lights came on, the number of people in front of the tents and stalls gradually decreased. The crowds flocked to the square not far away. There was a large stage on the square. The lights on the stage were on, and the giant screen was playing pictures. The stage attendant standing on the stage was excitedly announcing to the crowd below: "Dear students, our event tonight is about to begin. The host of the party will appear later, and our event will also begin at that time!"
I heard from Romani and the others that the so-called couple photo PK competition is that passers-by randomly take photos of couples participating in the school festival to see whose photo is the most distinctive and sweetest. The winner of the PK competition can get a generous bonus and honor. The winning couple must go on stage and complete a designated task. It must be completed, no cheating is allowed.
Who will be the champion couple this time? I couldn't help but move closer to where the crowd was gathered.
