The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 462 Defending the Mascot's Morality
Seeing An Ran smile, several boys couldn't help but blush when they had been classmates for almost a year.

The boy who just spoke lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The fat water will not flow into the fields of outsiders. If you are not safe, you can choose one in our class. What do you think of me?"

As soon as the boy's words came out, he immediately attracted the dissatisfaction of several other boys, "Go to hell! Swear to the death to defend the integrity of the mascot!"

"..." How could An Ran feel that these words sounded more and more strange.

"Move quickly!" said the art committee member, then turned to An Ran and said, "The party is about to start, and we are going backstage."

"En." An Ran stood up holding the skirt, but the long skirt still fell to the ground.

The art committee member frowned, he didn't expect to call two girls.

One of the boys said, "Let me drag An Ran's skirt."

There is only one person here now, the literary and art committee has no choice but to ask An Ran to drag her skirt, but she still warned: "Don't make any plans."

"how come……"

An Ran turned her head to look at the boy who was helping behind her, and said, "It's okay, I can carry it myself."

"It's okay, it's not heavy anyway."

A few people walked to the backstage, all the students went to the school lobby, the teaching building was empty, and they couldn't meet a single person along the way, and the footsteps of a few people were particularly loud in this place.

An Ran was taken backstage by the literary and art committee, but a few boys carrying zithers did not follow.

"I'll find you a place to sit, your show is still behind."

An Ran hummed, said thank you, and stood there looking at the people in the backstage. The party hadn't started yet, and there were still people in the backstage. It felt more crowded than in the afternoon. An Ran's skirt was too long, and she was afraid of being squeezed. Falling down, he took small steps and walked towards the corner.

She stood up and looked at the direction of the make-up artist who helped her make up today. The make-up artist was no longer there, and she didn't know where she went. She looked at the door of the cubicle again, but she still didn't see Chu Danzhi's person , I don’t know if the person is still inside.

Just as An Ran wanted to go over there to have a look, the art committee member came over, "An Ran, come here, I've grabbed a seat for you."

An Ran held up her skirt and followed carefully. She was so careful that she didn't pay much attention to the eyes of many people falling on her.

An Ran sat on the chair "snatched" by the literary and art committee. She looked over and saw that she was the only one sitting. Like a good baby, she straightened her back with a serious expression, but her eyes were a little wandering. She is like a special existence among people.

Many people who wanted to strike up a conversation looked at An Ran with a "cold" face, and the cold beauty made people daunted.

An Ran was sitting quietly by herself, and no one came to disturb her. Hearing the sound of the party starting in her ears, and the opening dancers came out one after another, the backstage suddenly felt a lot more empty.

The party has already started, An Ran still didn't see Chu Danzhi, she stretched her neck to look.

"Hello." A figure walked up to her and greeted her.

An Ran looked up and saw that it was the makeup artist who just helped her put on makeup, "Hi."

The make-up artist took a step back, looked An Ran up and down, his eyes were full of astonishment, he snapped his fingers, "Pretty, very beautiful."

An Ran smiled, "What do you want me to do?"

The makeup artist walked to An Ran's side and leaned against the dressing table behind her.

(End of this chapter)