My second life is a bit strange?

Until finally she discovered a sentence written on the back of the paper.

"The road to pursuing dreams is full of setbacks, so keep going, senior!" A thumbs-up was drawn below this line.

"Junior, that's really unfair." Kasumigaoka's eyes were red as she looked up and realized that the classroom was empty; everyone had gone to the auditorium to watch the performance.

"I don't know if I can make it in time."

I carefully put the manuscript away and hurried over.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Hero Appears

Teachers, students, and parents all sat in the audience, and the once spacious auditorium was suddenly packed to the brim.

Kaede's solo performance was scheduled for fourth. Eriri saw that he was acting like nothing was wrong, sitting backstage drinking milk tea and playing on his phone. Didn't he feel any tension at all? She nudged him with her phone.

What are you going to play later?

Feng chewed on the pearls in his mouth, thought for a while, and said, "U-Love-Me."

"Huh?" Eriri thought he was teasing her, so she flicked him with her twin tails.

"what are you talking about."

"Okay, you'll find out when the time comes."

It was yet another song she had never heard before, but Eriri was already used to it.

"Alright, stop drinking. It'll be your turn soon. Get ready."

Feng had no choice but to put down his milk tea, straighten his clothes, and head towards the front desk.

"The next program is a piano piece called 'The Promise of Dandelions' performed by Bai Yinfeng."

Hearing the thunderous applause from the audience, Feng bowed and then sat down at the piano. Elegance had become an integral part of him, making him completely different from his usual self.

A crisp, delicate prelude began, and the auditorium fell silent.

Everyone was listening attentively to every note, and Fujiwara Chika noticed that Shirogane Kaede always started each of her songs in this way.

Feng played the piano lightly, then removed his hands from the piano, closed his eyes to gather his emotions, and a few seconds later, the music started again.

Some experienced people were instantly reminded of their past.

In early summer, I sit by the window, enjoying the cool breeze, watching my crush, occasionally smiling and greeting them, chatting about funny things that happened in class.

They couldn't quite tell whether it was friendship or a missed love.

I picked a dandelion from the roadside and blew the seeds away. The scattered seeds were just like them after graduation, never to go to the cafeteria or go to school together again.

The piano music came to an end, with a long, drawn-out note that left the listener with room for imagination.

Feng left quietly, afraid of disturbing these people, but applause rang out, and the applause was even more enthusiastic when he left than when he arrived.

Kasumigaoka, who happened to arrive, leaned on the railing, gazing absently at the stage.

When Feng returned to the backstage area, he looked at his milk tea, which was now empty except for a few tapioca pearls.

Where's my milk tea?

"I don't know," Eriri replied, still chewing the pudding in her mouth.

Feng rolled his eyes and roughly ruffled the other person's hair.

"I'm going to change my clothes first."

"Mm." Eriri watched him leave, and only resumed her work after he disappeared from sight.

The other classes' performances were also very interesting, with constant laughter from the audience. There were songs, dances, stand-up comedy, and all kinds of performances. The stage play was too time-consuming and was scheduled for the afternoon.

...

Time flew by, and the performance was drawing to a close.

The stage curtain was drawn back, and spotlights shone on the stage. Feng Tou, wearing a frog headgear and dressed as a prince, was a sight to behold.

Kaguya, dressed in a pure white princess dress and wearing crystal shoes, strolled around the stage, dropping her basket and causing props to roll in all directions.

Feng, wearing a frog headgear, stepped forward: "Beautiful princess, what brings you to this place?"

"I'm sorry, the flowers by the roadside were blooming so beautifully that I got a little carried away."

"Let me help you pick them up, but I beg you to grant me one request."

Feng picked up the food that was scattered on the ground.

The stage play went very smoothly, but Xiao Jin, who was in charge of the script, was extremely nervous, afraid that something might go wrong.

With the help of the white magician, the group arrived at Ghost Island to defeat the Demon King and lift the curse on the Frog Prince.

"Kukuku~" Fujiwara Chika chuckled in a low voice, wearing a black cloak and waving her staff haphazardly. The lights had turned red, making her look exceptionally evil.

The screen behind them displayed a volcano, with lava constantly erupting, creating a visually stunning effect.

Kaede is temporarily leaving the stage; it's now Kaguya's turn to act alone.

Feng, who was already unusually sensitive to sound, suddenly heard a creaking sound. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the sandbag used to control the props, which was hanging in the air, was actually sliding down.

"Feel the power of the Shadow Isles!!! Hoa!!"

"Danger!"

The shout startled the two of them. Kaguya instinctively took a step back, causing the milk bottle on the ground to tip backward.

He watched in despair as the sandbag drew ever closer.

Maple gritted his teeth and pounced to Kaguya's side, lifting her up around the waist and using all his strength to leap up and kick her.

Boom! ! !

The sandbag was kicked away and crashed into the curtain, while Feng landed steadily on the ground with Kaguya in his arms, his hood being blown off by the airflow.

Kaguya stared at him in a daze, her white hair fluttering in the wind, her deep eyes beneath long eyelashes looking at her with concern.

Like a boy straight out of a comic book, this scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress not only captivated the hearts of girls, but even boys found it hard to resist this irresistible charm.

Kaguya's heart was pounding.

"I've come to save you, Princess."

Kaguya realized that Kaede was saving the day and immediately said, "It's so good that you're still alive and the curse on you has been lifted."

"Yes, it was the power of love that healed me."

The two embraced as the curtain fell, and the applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

The host led everyone in singing the school song. When the support staff arrived to handle the situation, they were amazed to see the sandbags being kicked and blown up. They had thought the scene was just for the show.

In the locker room, Feng lifted his trouser leg, revealing a large abrasion on his calf with many beads of blood oozing from the skin. He winced in pain as he carefully pulled his trousers back on.

"Are you OK."

Kaguya's sudden appearance startled him.

"What are you doing here? This is the men's locker room!"

"I was a little worried, so I sneaked in to check on him." Kaguya's eyes darted around as she approached him, squatted down, and reached out to roll up his trouser leg. She saw bruises on his calves, the skin was scraped, and some blood was oozing out and pooling together.

"This minor injury doesn't need disinfection."

Kaguya rolled her eyes at him, then took out disinfectant from somewhere, sprayed it on a cotton cloth, and gently wiped him. Kaede, her face flushed, braced herself against the edge of the bed, unsure where to look.

The wound itself doesn't hurt, but I feel a little tingly and numb inside.

"Will it hurt?" Kaguya asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"There will be a little bit."

"Let me blow on it for you." Kaguya leaned closer and gently blew on it.

Just like last time, a tingling sensation shot up the wound, and my scalp tingled, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably.

[So comfortable!]

Kaguya watched him enjoy himself, a happy smile curving her lips, and her movements became even gentler, though this posture might seem a bit indecent to others.

Both of them were thoroughly enjoying their time alone, but someone had to disturb them.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Allure of the Changing Room

Just as Seji was about to change out of his performance costume, he pushed open the dressing room door and immediately saw Kaguya kneeling on the floor with her head down, and the class president leaning back on the bed with a look of enjoyment on her face.

"Hah!!!" Shizhi let out a choking sound. He had never been so fast before. He turned around and closed the door, not wanting to look at anything improper!

You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me!

He felt that if he were discovered, he would definitely be killed to silence him! His family might even be implicated. Thinking of this, Kaguya's usual smile became terrifying in his mind.

He was thinking of sneaking away, but then all his classmates came, chatting and laughing.

"Hey? Shizhi, why are you changing clothes at the entrance?"

"I...cough cough cough! Oh yes, I was just about to go in and change my clothes." He deliberately spoke loudly, wanting the two people inside to hear him.

"Are you alright? Your face is so red and you're sweating a lot."

"It's nothing, it's just that the clothes are too thick and I'm hot." Seji wiped the sweat from his forehead guiltily, stretched out his trembling hand, and opened the door.

Seeing that the two people inside were gone, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then wondered, "Where did they leave from?"

"What do you mean by leaving?" Koichi looked at his friend with a puzzled expression. "You've been acting strangely from the very beginning."

"nothing."

Hearing someone outside about to come in, the two tacitly hid in the closet, pressing themselves tightly together. They could smell each other's scent, and the only sound in the closet was their heartbeats.

Pink bubbles seemed to be rising around them.

"Sorry." Feng had nowhere to put his hands, so he could only wrap them around Kaguya's waist. Even so, he could only stand on tiptoe. Physical contact was unavoidable in such a confined space.

"It's okay." Kaguya was nestled in his arms, her mind already on standby.

The boy talked about what had just happened, saying it would probably take some time.