They are still close to me today despite their negative feelings

Chen Di sighed, "I always feel like there's an atmosphere between you two where no one else can get a word in edgewise."

“The class monitor and Ning Ruoyu usually feel the same way,” Qiu Luxi said, tilting her head.

"I'm not your class monitor," Chen Di said with a wry smile.

"What are you talking about? Wow, Xiao Qiu, what an adorable beret. You have the air of a great screenwriter."

An Yu, who seemed to have calmed down, walked towards us.

Have you ever met any famous screenwriters before?

I couldn't help but ask An Yu.

"In the movies?"

It was my mistake to have expectations of you.

Chen Di suddenly laughed. This made An Yu and me stop talking and look up at him.

"Sorry. It just suddenly occurred to me, I don't know how, but we band members ended up together."

"Although the song has no members yet, and we haven't even officially announced its formation, are we already considered band members? Wow, I feel so cool saying that, what's up, man?"

I followed his suggestion and made a fist pump motion.

"...To be honest, do you have some kind of prejudice against bands?"

"How could that be? I think bands are wonderful from the bottom of my heart. Isn't it just a place where a group of people argue, scheme against each other, and have a lot of friction, thinking that if they speak first they will lose so they hold back, but the words just pile up and eventually they feel uncomfortable even breathing the same air?"

"Which parallel universe band are you talking about?" Chen Di's eyes widened. "And what's so wonderful about it? Just listening to it makes you want to end the band, right?"

"You didn't mention a single good point, Ning Ruoyu," An Yu reminded her from the side.

"Oh, really?" I scratched my head. "Hey, isn't it kind of fun to fight over these things because of some inexplicable youthful pride?"

My previous work environment was actually similar, but instead of keeping quiet, everyone was all smiles, forming cliques, stabbing each other in the back, and digging traps to bury people.

"...It's not fun at all, is it?"

Even the cat says so, so it seems to be true. I actually find this four-person, five-group chat quite amusing.

"So you're not going to isolate me?" I sighed regretfully. "Honestly, let me experience what it's like to be 'unnecessary'."

“Sometimes, Ning Ruoyu seems to be addicted to self-harm.”

That cat is so rude!

I reached out and gently pinched her cheeks, pretending to be fierce.

But Qiu Luxi wasn't scared at all. Instead, she curled her lips into a smile and nuzzled closer to me, like a kitten being affectionate.

"..."

An Yu, who was sitting next to him, looked a little uneasy. Finally, as if he suddenly thought of something, he asked a question.

"By the way, Xiao Qiu, are you going to play the role of the monster queen in the script?"

Getting down to business, I loosened my grip on Qiu Luxi so she could speak normally.

She rubbed her face with a hint of regret, like a cat wiping its face with its paw.

"No. This is my first time as a screenwriter, and I need to learn a lot. Although I really want to participate, I still need to be humble and focused."

"Ok?"

These words surprised Chen Di, who was standing nearby.

"Huh? I... I thought you would choose the role of the queen." An Yu glanced at me, then hesitated.

I also thought that, based on Qiu Luxi's arrangement of the characters in the story, shouldn't the female lead be based on herself?

"No, the president said that when writers and screenwriters are writing, the protagonist is often a character pieced together from many people around them. And the character that is closest to the author's character is often a supporting character or best friend of the protagonist."

Qiu Luxi said this.

I understand now. If my life were a novel, the character closest to the author's image wouldn't be me, but rather...

I glanced at Chen Di.

Yes, it should be Xu Xingxin.

Chen Di seems destined to be the main character. I need to stay away from him to avoid being forced into a dual male lead role in the future.

"Huh, is that so?" It seems that not all authors write supporting characters as themselves; at least An Yu looks very shocked.

"But then you're saying the Demon Queen isn't actually you, Qiu Luxi?"

"Yes, I didn't plan my image."

...I remember the Demon Queen had a pet cat by her side.

"Wait, could the monster queen's image actually be..."

"The main character is President Wu Yuehua!"

Qiu Luxi said matter-of-factly.

The rest of us stared wide-eyed.

"Will the president also participate?"

"Because Ning Ruoyu, you brought Chen Di and An Yu over, this stage play has become a joint event between the Literature Club and the Drama Club. It's all thanks to you, Ning Ruoyu."

Chen Di's smile is terrifying.

"Didn't the drama club pay my agent's fees?"

"Money? No. But the president of the drama club said he'll put your name on the first line of the proposal and try his best to get you two credits."

I was about to complain, but she gave me too much.

It is said that participating in a month-long volunteer activity during the summer vacation only earns 1.5 credits.

Thinking about it this way, I felt relieved. The president of the drama club, despite his extraordinary drive that wasn't apparent on the outside, seemed to be a very reasonable person.

"Ning Ruoyu!"

I heard the president calling me from afar. The fact that she spoke so loudly must be related to the script again.

I shrugged and turned to walk over there.

I heard An Yu whispering behind me, but unfortunately, my ears are always very sensitive.

"Xiao Qiu, are you really not going to participate? It's a bit of a shame."

"why?"

"Because I found it quite fun after participating in the film. And the Queen and Ning Ruoyu have a lot of scenes together, I thought you would definitely have..."

"No matter how many scenes you have with your co-stars, there aren't as many opportunities to focus on giving them guidance."

Qiu Luxi said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Just like now—I'm going to listen to what the president is saying with Ning Ruoyu."

"After all, she's a screenwriter!"

Qiu Luxi said this, and then I heard light, quick cat-like footsteps behind me.

When I turned around, I saw Qiu Luxi with a smug look on her face.

And behind him, An Yu's bewilderment and shock.

[Next chapter preview: "What about Yuehua? What does she want to do in the future?"]

She had forgotten it long ago.

I'm really, really bad.

"What a coincidence, Senior Sister Chu Guyin is here too?"

"Comfort at times like these can be even more devastating."

Interlude: Just an ordinary boy passing by

"The teacher asked about my future dreams? Hmm, me? What do I want to be? Of course... haha, is that a bit boring? Sorry, that's still the first thing that comes to mind."

"What does Yuehua want to do in the future?"

"Oh, that's great. But thinking about how my dad and I would be so sad if Yuehua became a bride someday... I feel like he would cry his eyes out that day."

"Will I cry? No, because if that day ever comes..."

Wu Yuehua opened her eyes from her desk in the classroom.

She raised her head, stretched her limbs slightly, and silently picked up the unfinished homework from the books stacked on the desk next to her, placing it in front of her.

It only took the girl a dozen seconds to go from finishing her lunch break to getting into study mode. Although her mind was still a little confused, this method of getting into the right posture first helped her adjust herself more quickly.

She drew a circle on the possible values ​​of g, and for a moment, she drifted off, unsure whether it was because of a dream she had just had or the birdsong outside the window that disturbed her train of thought.

What was that familiar voice saying again, the one that didn't finish its sentence?

Everything about that person in my memory is too blurry, and it feels like a long time has passed.

She had forgotten it long ago.

……

"The remaining tasks from yesterday... The requirements for the anime club's cosplay event need to be revised, as the current rules don't specify the level of exposure; the location for the folklore research exhibition needs to be adjusted, as the club's assigned space is indeed too remote, but other areas don't seem to have enough space; and the mascot sketches, weren't they already revised? Why do they need to be readjusted again?"

In the corridor, Wu Yuehua hurried to the student council office, sighing as she looked at the stack of documents in her hand.

I'm trying my best to handle everything, but the workload keeps piling up. I feel like I'll be busy until the school closes today. Thankfully, I spent the weekend working on my drafts, so I still have some extra drafts. I need to inform Chen Di about the literary society, and then let the other team members discuss the debate topic first…

As she thought this, the question "Does communism count as anime?" suddenly popped into her head, and she immediately shook her head, trying to shake off this unorthodox idea.

It's all that lewd guy's fault; he made me actually fall for him.

Wu Yuehua thought about her unruly junior classmate with a mixture of anger and amusement. Honestly, he'd been a bad influence on her these past few days. She'd definitely have to give him a good talking-to next time she saw him. Or maybe she should just pay him a visit tonight.

Thinking this, Wu Yuehua couldn't help but smile. It wasn't that she was particularly looking forward to meeting that junior, but in this suffocating environment where she was caught up in all sorts of affairs, seeing him always made her feel relaxed.

I don't know whether to say it's the relaxed atmosphere unique to that junior, or simply because he loves to slack off in his daily life, making it impossible to feel any pressure when you're with him. It's as if as long as he's around, there's no urgent problem in the world.

"what."

Because she was thinking about that junior, Wu Yuehua was unconsciously distracted and didn't notice the person walking towards her in the corridor.

This is truly the last person I want to meet.

—Chu Guyin.

"..."

The other person had probably only just noticed her, and her face showed that bewildered expression that Wu Yuehua found somewhat annoying.

With a silent sigh, Wu Yuehua adjusted her pace slightly and walked straight past the other person without greeting or exchanging pleasantries.

I'm too busy, maybe next time.

She said this to herself.

Deep down, she knew she was just running away. To put it another way, it was like that sad internet meme: "Forget it, I'll confess after the exams." "Forget it, I'll confess after the holidays." "Forget it, I'll confess after graduation." "Forget it..."

Come to think of it, my anger towards Chu Guyin seems rather childish. It's as if I'm displacing my anger on this girl, taking out some of my past frustrations on her.

I'm really, really bad.

Seeing Chu Guyin standing there motionless, like a doll abandoned in an unfamiliar environment, Wu Yuehua lowered her head slightly.

Even though they knew what they were doing was wrong, they seemed to be trying to be tough, thinking that whoever spoke first would lose. From a certain perspective, Wu Yuehua and Chu Guyin were probably a terrible pair; they were the kind of people who absolutely couldn't be forced to sing together, otherwise it would definitely lead to them breaking up.

"...Finally found you!"

A somewhat abrupt, but not unpleasant, male voice, tinged with laughter, rang out from behind, causing Wu Yuehua to stop in her tracks.

"What a coincidence, Senior Sister Chu Guyin is here too?"

Wu Yuehua turned around and saw that the club's professional slacker was smiling at her while holding a stack of documents.

"Junior, junior?"

"The letter from the student union still doesn't have any specific details, so I asked Chen Di for some copies of the documents regarding student union work. I finished the rest of the work yesterday, so I came to discuss the drama club with you, senior."

The boy's casual remark left Wu Yuehua bewildered.