~： The sixth year story 091, this is not your "dream"

According to the empire of stags, Princess Apricot Badula Frihus's will. Announce this A-level mission.

In order to welcome the Holy Eve Festival at the end of December, to comfort the heroic spirits who died in the war, and to let everyone remember the cruelty of the war and remember this unprecedented disaster, so at this Holy Eve Festival Gala, A large-scale hymn singing will be arranged, praying to our highest creation god, seeking mercy and forgiveness from the gods.

We will need a hundred children from six to fourteen to participate in this grand performance and dedicate the sweetest singing to the great God of Creation. In addition, it is necessary to recruit a young girl to be the lead singer. Princess Philip Hughes will personally screen all the children who want to run for the election and decide the final performer.

In order to comfort those dead souls, please start your singing with this respect and respect for life.

Apricot? Badula? Frihus instructed.

After reading this poster, the idiot was sure that this was another matter that had nothing to do with him. Although there are some instructions for convening young dancers in the corner of the poster, it should have nothing to do with me.

"Bread, gone."

The idiot pulled the little bread, turned and left. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the footsteps of Little Bread... did not move?

Turning his head, I saw that this little girl was raising her head, her eyes staring at the portrait of the singing **** the poster. Then he looked at the last sentence on the poster, dumbfounded.

All the children in the surrounding area pointed to the poster and laughed, but tears fell in her eyes again...

suddenly! The little girl shook off the idiot's hand and rushed directly to the nearby teaching building. The idiot was taken aback, then caught up, grabbed her hand, and said, "Bread, what do you want to do."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The bun was struggling with tears. The idiot was afraid of hurting her, so he let go. At this time, the little girl ran out again, went straight into the teaching building, and rushed to the music classroom on the third floor.

At this moment, the corridor in front of this music classroom was full of people, and there were dolls in school uniforms everywhere. Some senior students came here with their younger siblings to sign up, which made it more crowded.

The bun was squeezed in the crowd, separated the people holding the registration form, and squeezed into the music classroom with all their strength, and lined up behind the crowd. She looked at the children who had smiles on their faces and left with the registration form happily, her small fists clenched and nodded vigorously.

(This is really the most absurd thing I have ever seen.)

Diane opened his eyes and said in surprise.

(Are you sure you brought up a silly girl? How could a dumb girl sing? Is her brain teasing or flooded?)

Stupid... isn't it?

Even an idiot who was ready to treat this girl with tolerance, from a rational point of view, he felt that the girl's actions at the moment were not just stupid. And it was extremely stupid.

He should go in right now, pull this girl out, and take it home, right? In terms of reason...

According to... rationally...

Idiot, standing at the door, did not go in.

This time, he did not act according to his own reason. Just like his own name, he also acted like a real idiot this time.

The black pupils looked at the girl, with tears and sorrow still hung on her face, she who formed an absolute contrast with the other giggling and smiling children around her... lining up... slowly... slowly Forward...

"first name."

Finally, the line reached the bun, and the teacher in charge of recording and distributing the registration form did not look up and directly asked questions.

Then, he saw a sign saying "My name is bread" and stretched out in front of his eyes.

"Huh? Bread?"

The teacher looked up and looked at the sad little girl with tears in her eyes. When he saw the little girl, he was a little stunned, because now the nine-year-old Bun is slowly beginning to become beautiful. A long pink hair hangs behind her, and her delicate face is reminiscent of a relief in the hands of an artist.

"In terms of image...little girl, you are really suitable for the lead singer."

encourage. It's the teacher's job. The teacher's simple sentence immediately made the little bread smile. But then...

"Can you tell me how old you are? Also, what line are you and where do you live?"

"Ah oh oh!"

In the teacher's astonishment, the bun quickly wrote something on the sign and handed it over.

This time, not only the teacher was shocked. Even the other students next to him were stunned. Some people also recognized the buns and started to point them.

"Look, it's so funny, the dumb wants to sing too?"

"Yes, yes, if a dumb can sing, wouldn't the pig laugh too?"

Gossips were rising around, but the bun still passed the sign seriously. But this time, the teacher pushed away the sign of the small bread without regret, and said softly: "My child, it's a pity... Maybe you can sign up for the dancer?"

"Ah oh oh oh——————!!!"

Bun shook his head desperately, holding the sign tightly with both hands, and bulging his mouth. Seeing her like this, the teacher was obviously embarrassed. At this moment, a little boy behind the bun grabbed her hair and dragged her away.

"The dumb guy is coming to sing too? What a joke! Get out of the way, don't disturb my registration!"

The bun was pulled apart, and she, who had always been very docile, suddenly pouted, rushed directly, pushed the boy away, and regained the first position. The boy was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground. Provoked unanimous laughter from people around.

"You...you dare to push me?!"

In the coaxing laughter, the boy blushed immediately and jumped up. He rolled up his sleeves. You must rush forward to fight.

"Go on! Bruce! Hit girls! You can only hit girls!"

There was laughter from the surroundings again, the little boy's face was flushed, and his fists couldn't fall on the beautiful girl in front of him. But he was not convinced, and immediately said: "Okay, you line up, I will line up for you! But you must sing a song! Otherwise, please behave like a lady and leave!"

At this moment, the entire music classroom was quiet, and every child turned his head and watched the dumb singing. The idiot outside the classroom also slowly walked in, but on the side wall, he didn't mean to go up and help her out.

"……………………polar bear."

"Huh?????...oh, yes, princess."

When everyone was quiet, sitting in the corner of the music classroom, holding a little chestnut-haired little girl who read a music magazine in her hand, she stood up at this moment. Beside this little girl is a little girl with long white hair touching the ground. She looks very short, but has a short knife on her right waist. When the white-haired girl heard the call of the chestnut-haired little girl, she stayed for a while, but quickly went to the piano next to her and lifted the lid. Move the chair.

The little girl with chestnut hair sat down and took a deep breath. Afterwards, she slowly played up a song "Dream of a Glass Mirror" that was very familiar in the academy. The peaceful music seemed to wash away all the filth and sadness...

The music started...everyone looked at the bun. Some people use expectant eyes, and some people use good looks. But no matter what the look in their eyes, everyone...looks at her...waiting for her...

singing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha

The music continues.

Little Bread opened her mouth hard, trying to sing those lyrics. However, she still could only open her mouth and make those ahhhhh sounds. No matter how hard she tried. How do you make up your mind, how do you want to sing those simple lyrics with your own voice...

She can't even sing.

No matter how she sings... she can't sing...

"For your own good, you should go quickly."

The piano sound stopped abruptly, and the little chestnut-haired girl turned her head immediately. I saw a golden-haired noble girl in the crowd looking contemptuously at the little girl who had become the object of everyone's ridicule.

"Kolo Goodsey..." the chestnut-haired little girl murmured.

At this time, the girl took a step again, and then said again—

"This ‘dream’ does not belong to you. You are a dumb. As a dumb, you must have the self-consciousness of being a dumb. Leave with dignity and stop being embarrassed here, okay?"

With a bang, the surrounding students all burst into laughter. Amidst this laughter, the girl with blonde curly hair walked up to the other teachers and took an application form that had been stamped but had not filled in a word. At this moment, the bun over there suddenly yelled, and at the same time rushed over, grabbing this entry form! Then, while everyone was panicking, she rushed out of the classroom and fled!

"Oops! Miss's registration form... Miss's registration form!"

When the two female companions of the blonde girl saw all this, they were so surprised that they shouted. The noble girl with a pen in her hand and her face frightened stayed for a while, and after a while, she suddenly raised her head and looked viciously at the door through which Bun escaped.

"I'm really sorry! Miss Goodsay!"

The teacher in charge of registration met, and hurriedly took out another registration form, stamped it, and handed it to the student respectfully. At the same time, the teacher also instructed the senior students who were in charge of sorting out the files behind him, saying: "Quickly! Write off that registration form! That dumb is not qualified to participate in the selection!"

"……………………No, there is no need to log out."

But at this moment, there was a sneer on Miss Goodsey's face. With a swipe of her pen, after filling in her name on the registration form, she raised her head again. Looking at the direction where Little Bread was escaping, he said--

"Didn't she want to participate? Let her participate. The Goodsey family motto has always been magnanimous, right?"

The little chestnut-haired girl listened to the blonde girl and thought for a while. After a while, she put her fingers on the piano keys again and played a monotonous music...

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