Fairy’s Box

"None of you want to run!" A slightly magnetic high-pitched female voice echoed in the dome of the House of Commons.

Ilunthia was at the top of the council seat, her arms were propped on the table, her whole body was stretched into a bow shape, and she was staring at Luya, Genevieve, Yale, and Nannett, who was full of impatience.

"Each of your sub-seats has a show, and no one wants to stand idly by!" There was a falcon-like light in her eyes.

Hearing this sentence, the purple-haired strong man Nannett immediately put away his impatient expression and replaced it with an angry expression: "My people and I are rehearsing the military parade ceremony, this is very important, you can't force me to do something else. thing!"

"Don't pretend, based on your physical fitness, military parades, etc., five hours of training a day is enough. According to the information I have, you only rehearse for five hours a day."

A disdainful sneer hung on the corner of Eluncia's lips, and ivory-white fingers tapped on the table: "No objection, objection is invalid, if you want to refuse to execute my order, go and explain to Dean Benedict!"

"You are cruel! I admit it."

Nannett's face flushed from her choking, but he was afraid of the tiger's might behind the fox, so he could only swallow this breath abruptly.

"The three of us are different from Nannett. The mission the dean ordered us to do has been completed. Why do you ask us to put on the show again?" Genevieve stood up and argued with a displeased face.

"It's just me who helped you! Isn't it natural for classmates to help each other?" Ilunzia stood up straight, spread her hands, and pretended to be innocent.

"Help?" A cold light flashed in Luya's eyes, and she said with a sneer, "What have you helped us?"

"Cooking food show! Without me, can the three of you have a perfect ending? Without me, can the popularity of the food show be as high as it is today? Do you three want to deny my credit?"

"..."

Yale sat on the seat with his arms crossed over his chest, his face was dark and he didn't say a word. He had long felt that the timing of her appearance was very delicate. It turned out that she wanted to play this trick, really shameless.

There was a confident and mysterious smile on the corner of the female chief's lips, and her eyes swept across everyone's faces, and finally stopped on the black-haired knight with a face like the bottom of a pot, and suddenly stretched out the index finger of her right hand:

"Especially you, Yale! Without my cooperation, can you achieve the special effect of the aroma exploding? As a knight, you can't do ungrateful things."

It was you who came over by yourself, and we didn't ask you to join us. How could you turn around and force others to repay!

"But……"

Yale was about to argue, but was directly blocked in his throat by the eloquent Iluncia:

"Nothing! I helped you, so you have to help me too! Otherwise, I'll put up big-character posters in the whole hospital, calling you three shameless and ungrateful!"

This move has huge lethality, and it is a self-destruction routine that will perish together. Even if the truth is finally revealed, the tearing between them will become the laughing stock of the whole hospital.

"..."

The three of them were speechless, and they could only keep silent with a gloomy face, making a silent protest.

"There's no objection now, that's fine."

Elunzia raised her chin proudly, her blue hair that was left to the earlobe swayed slightly: "Return to the previous agenda, each side seat has a show, no one is allowed to hide, think about reporting to me, otherwise who will Don't leave!"

...

After a long silence, Nannett, the largest, gave in first, raised his right hand and said, "Wrestling, I don't have any hobbies other than this, can I perform this?"

"Wrestling?"

Iluncia squinted her blue eyes thoughtfully, and a dynamic picture emerged in her mind—two muscular men dressed in ** hugging each other, making various violent collisions between their bodies.

"No beauty! No!" She said hoarsely, holding back the acid in her throat.

"Don't be too picky!" Nannett was instantly furious, stood up and roared angrily: "Wrestling is a testimony of friendship between men, a melody of strength and beauty, a feast of muscles and sweat!"

"you shut up!"

Elun Fangya covered her mouth and nose with one hand and said vaguely, "Since you can't think of it in your mind, then I'll assign you a task, just... let's do magic!"

"Magic?"

Nannett was completely dumbfounded. Did he make a mistake and let himself and his group of muscular men turn into magic? We dare to act, do you dare to watch?

"Okay, alright, Nanette, that's all you have to do."

Ilunzia let him be in a daze, pointed to Genevieve with her smooth and slender index finger, and urged: "Genevieve, what show can you and your team perform? Tell me."

"Dancing, fencing and tap dancing... I and they are both good at both." The blue-haired knight said with a tangled face.

"Very well, let's dance and dance, I'm looking forward to it."

The female chief is very satisfied with his cooperative attitude. As a senior member of the Appearance Association, she is really looking forward to the performance of the other party.

"Luya, how about you?"

Iluncia's gaze turned to Luya, and the mysterious smile between the corners of her lips became more ambiguous, making the other party feel a subtle nausea that was bound and entangled by poisonous snakes.

"Opera." She resisted the intense discomfort and said coldly.

"Very good, I also like opera very much." The female chief put her palms together, patted it a few times, and turned her eyes to the last person: "Yale, do you have any ideas?"

"..." The black-haired knight was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have any acting talent.

"You're not going to tell me, you know nothing, right?" Ilunzia said loudly with a surprised expression on her face.

Dance? The pas de deux is good, but I don't want to dance in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

wrestling? Wrestling can do it himself, and it is estimated that it will end up as miserable as Nannett.

Sing? The wolf howl is very good, after all, I have experienced it in depth.

"If you don't express your opinion again, I will assign you the task in person, just like arranging Nanette." The female chief stared at him and said slowly.

"Wait a minute, give me some time, let me think about it." Yale racked his brains to recall bits and pieces, trying to find a little acting talent from the past.

Facts have proved that nothing is nothing, and it is impossible to create something out of nothing if you rack your brains. In the end, Ilunzia put forward a proposal:

"Let's perform a mime in the Black Seat. This shouldn't be difficult for you. There are some in the script library."

"Mime?"

The black-haired knight found this proposal unexpectedly easy to accept. After thinking about it carefully for a moment, he felt that it should not be too difficult, and nodded in response:

"no problem!"