The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 114 The moment of glory
There was a commotion at the entrance of the middle school——

At the front door is an oval flower bed, planted with roses and lilacs, and two semi-curved stairs wind along both sides of the flower bed leading to the street.

San Francisco is built on a hill. It is a typical mountain city. There are even steep slopes in the urban area that cannot be seen when looking up. More than half of the buildings are built on hillsides, so balancing the horizontal lines of buildings has become a key. Use it like the school in front of you. Buildings with stair-balanced foundations abound and are very common to the residents who live here.

At this time, students gathered at the gate of the campus to breathe the fresh morning air.

Michael is no exception.

I had just arrived at the school gate, but I was not in a hurry to enter the school to prepare for class. Instead, I gathered around the flower bed like other students.

He was wearing the school's uniform, a sky blue shirt, navy blue suit and light gray trousers. Everyone was the same, no one was an exception.

But the same clothes on different hangers have completely different effects. The broad shoulders and slender legs make ordinary uniforms look heroic. The eyes that glance over can't help but pause briefly, but very soon He quickly showed a disappointed expression and passed by.

With a baby pot head, it looks like the Beatles looked like when they arrived in the United States in 1964. In that year, this hairstyle should have won the favor of girls, but that was already forty years ago.

Moreover, the head is slightly lowered, and the thick bangs not only cover the eyes, but also make it difficult to see the facial features clearly. The shoulders are slightly inward and slightly hunched. The whole person's temperament is restrained, restrained, and restrained.

A clothes rack is wasted.

That's not all, you can see the book he is reading at a glance, leaning his shoulders against the wall, reading in the morning sunshine——

Hello? ? ?

Let me ask you, apart from being a show-off and an otaku, which sixteen-year-old middle school student would always hold a book in his hand and read outside of class?

Pack!
It’s really too pretentious!

His gaze was just a quick glance, not wanting to stop at all, and he had already forgotten it before he could take a serious look at it.

If - just assuming, if someone really calms down and looks at it carefully at this time, I'm afraid... they will be even more disappointed.

Michael is carrying a shoulder bag with various badges on it, including NASA, guitar, sheet music, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead, Beach Boys, whales and so on.

An old-fashioned Walkman hung on the outside of his bag, with headphones connected to his ears. Everything seemed to be layers of armor, isolating him from the world.

Every strand of hair and every cell conveys the aura of a freak.

It’s daunting.

No one wants to be near such a freak.

then.

Although there was a lot of noise and people coming and going at the gate of the campus, all the excitement had nothing to do with Michael. He was quietly hiding in a corner, as if even the sunlight and time were slightly avoiding the corner where he was.

It was lively, but Michael didn't mind. The music enveloped his ears and became the background music of the world; the words occupied his sight and firmly grabbed his attention. It was another world different from school.

However, from time to time, he would look down at the Casio sports watch in his hand, and then look around, as if he was waiting for something.

Then, he saw those pictures and frowned slightly as if he was seeing monsters and monsters——

The cheerleading team headed by Lana is rehearsing cheering slogans at the gate.

Lana's boyfriend Josh rushed over, but refused to choose the steps. Instead, he jumped onto the flower bed in an unusual way. He used other students who were sitting on the flower bed as crutches to support him, and stepped on the edge of the flower bed to "climb the mountain" ".

"Hey, Josh!"

"What are you doing!"

"It's crazy."

"What are you doing!"

"So pushy."

Amidst the complaints and complaints, Josh spread his hands as if he were walking on a balance beam. Bathed in the gaze, he arrived at the school gate, but he still did not give up. He even performed a twerk to try to win more whistles and applause.

Quarrel.

Extremely noisy.

Michael couldn't help but frown slightly.

Then, the vice-principal Miss Gita appeared and swept all the way over.

"Come down, come down all."

"Jeremiah, come on, you should know better than to do this." "Go in and don't stop at the door. The morning rush hour in San Francisco is not as exaggerated as here."

Following Miss Gita's footsteps, Michael's eyes lit up slightly——

finally come.

Mia and his sister Lily.

Every morning, Mia would come to their house and call Michael's sister Lily to go to school on an electric scooter, but he was always curious as to why they had endless things to say and arrived later than him even though they left before him.

Mia and Lily are greeting Miss Gita.

Michael couldn't take his eyes off Mia.

Mia has hair that is comparable to that of a lion. It is curly, fluffy, and dull, like seaweed. The more she washes it, the more she feels that her hair has vitality of its own. It swells more and more, and is about to swallow her up in the blink of an eye.

Anyone who looks past her will be distracted by her hair before they even see her.

She wore a pair of bulky black-framed glasses, and her caterpillar-like eyebrows pressed heavily against the glasses, completely unable to see the brilliance in her eyes.

but.

He could see her smile.

Even before Miss Geeta passed by, she took the lead in saying hello in a friendly way, "Good morning, Miss Geeta."

Clear, kind and bright.

Michael's gaze couldn't help but pause.

Miss Gita stopped and said, "Good morning, Lily." Then she looked at Mia, "Good morning...Lily's friend."

The smile on the corner of Mia's mouth paused slightly, then stopped on that arc.

puff.

The smile on Michael's mouth rose slightly. Although the music was roaring in his ears and the book was still in his hand, his attention was no longer there.

Michael chuckled, and then he realized that his eyes might be too direct, and others might notice him. He quickly stopped his smile, lowered his eyes, and tried to cover up his inadvertent emotions with a slight panic.

however.

Still couldn't hold it back.

He raised his eyes again, looking at that figure, watching quietly, focusing all his attention on it, one look telling all the stories.

- Gary, noticed.

Even though it only flashed across the monitor lens, he still noticed it.

To be more precise, it was precisely because of the flash that it was so amazing.

"Card!"

Gary shouted.

The noise of the entire crew disappeared as if the pause button was pressed.

Tension spreads.

They all know the difficulty of this scene and the importance of this scene. If there is a mistake in reshooting, they may have to miss the natural light in the morning. Every second counts.

This scene was obviously not over yet, but Gary interrupted it early. So, who made the mistake?

Their gazes were exchanged quickly, but no one dared to speak, and even their breathing had stopped. One or two of them secretly looked at Gary, anxiously waiting for a verdict, lest they be the one who made the mistake.

Then Gary's voice came from behind the monitor.

"Anson?"

Huh, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not their fault; but who is that unlucky guy Anson and where is he? It was quiet for less than half a second, and his eyes were eager to explore the surroundings, with a little... gloating.

　The fifth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)