I'm Very Young, The Language Is Very Unusual

lighting... Suddenly it darkened.

As time passed, the extras gradually arrived, and the scene began to have a dance atmosphere.

The students acting as extras also seemed to infect the atmosphere, and the crowd talked and laughed. Both men and women wear a variety of dresses. Under the influence of the prom dress, many first-time students also quickly mingled.

As expected, the stove door cloud streaked again.

Because the promotional film was shot smoothly. Originally, the most worried and important, the picture of the king and the queen dancing together.... Almost at once!

Yukinoshita and Otome both performed quite superb dances.

Although Yukinoshita modestly said that he only knew a little about men's dancing, the result was amazing from the beginning.

With the loud footsteps of leather shoes, the gorgeous circle lifts the back hem of the tuxedo, and the pure white gloves gently hold the hands of the dance partner, every movement makes the female students at the scene scream with excitement.

As for the Saotome on the opposite side, its stunning degree is not much worse than under the snow. She is like a dancing elf, and while cooperating perfectly, she also adds a lot of her own solo dances. The boys watching from the side were thrilled.

The group performers responded with warm applause and cheers from the bottom of their hearts, pushing the short dance party to a climax.

.....

On the way home, because they completed the task ahead of schedule under the snow, Zaomon Yun finally got into Sanjo's car with the two women.

"That.... Under the snow, when it's time for the official dance, you won't want men's clothing, will you?"

Yukinoshita turned his head and smiled, "Does the stove want me to continue?"

"Well..."

the otome on the other side poked Menyun's shoulder, "Naw, who are you going to dance with if you wear costumes under the snow?"

The stove door pondered for a moment, "I..." The

two women looked at the man in the middle, but the stove door cloud gritted his teeth and said helplessly.

"What, let's wear men's clothes under the snow, you guys dance very well."

The two women were stunned, and then smiled under the snow.

"Aren't you afraid I'll snatch Otome away?"

Stove Men Yun does not speak, what is there to worry about, anyway, both are his.

A few days after the filming ended, Yun and Otome were called to the student union office again.

President Isshiki, who was sitting opposite, sorted out the stack of papers and cautiously handed it to Otome.

"It's time to put the photos on the official website into a list. Trouble the two to help check, if there is something that is not suitable for use, you can delete it.

Otome nodded, reached out to take the stack of papers, and then pulled over the stove door cloud beside her.

"Okay, you come too, let's watch it together."

Looking at the beautiful dancing of the two under the snow and Otome in the photo, I don't know why, the stove door is a little....

"That, it's up to you to pick. If I don't get it right, I'll want to delete it all (collect it). Otome

turned her head, blinked her beautiful eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"So it is.... I understand. Would you like to bring me a copy of these pictures to the stove door later?"

"Ahem, no need, just watch it."

Otome snorted softly, took out a pen from the side, and carefully examined them one by one.

From time to time, she uttered "Oh! ] or [This is good! The murmur. It seems that girls really care about whether they look good in the photo...

Stove Men Yun was idle, supporting his head with his hands while glancing at the list of photos in Otome's hand.

At this time, Yukisha, who was using the computer on the other side, suddenly looked over.

"Come and see, how do you feel? Is there a sense of incongruity?"

Stove Men Yun stepped forward, stood beside the snow, bent down and carefully looked at the promotional video on the computer screen.

"Stupid, don't get so close..."

Yukinoshita leaned over, giving up his position in front of the computer to the stove door.

"It's not at home again, you pay attention." Yukishita frowned and said softly.

Stove Men Yun smiled, "Okay, but can you be casual at home?"

"There is a sister at home, if you are not afraid of embarrassment, I don't care."

"..."

Yono Yukinoshita..... Brother Tanyan! Take her away.

Stove Men Yun sighed secretly, turned his head and continued to watch the promotional video.

"Because the prom is only compared to foreign films, it is indeed a little incongruous to suddenly do this, but personally it looks very sensual, and people like me who are not interested in the prom will feel a little."

Yukinoshita nodded.

"Yes. In this way, the purpose of making a film is propaganda in itself. There is no need to compare it with those movie clips.

She straightened her chest slightly deliberately, and Stove Men Yun smiled, pinching her little face under the snow while no one was paying attention.

"Yukino is very cute now,"

Yukishita slapped away the outstretched hand of the stove and glared at the other party fiercely.

Stove Men Yun stood up straight, "But you can add a little introduction to the dance."

Yukishita touched his chin, "What do you mean?"

The simple thing they thought was that they could use this promotional video to enrich other people's knowledge of our ball.

After all, almost all of these kinds of films or photos come from abroad, and cultural and ethnic differences will inevitably create imaginative barriers.

Yukinoshita smiled, "I see, you leave first, I want to briefly modify the promotional video." "

I'll throw it when I'm done, Yukino is so desperate."

Before the snow could attack, Stove Men Yun had already turned around and walked towards Otome.

"Senior sister, on the campus network, those who help have also left a good impression! They also had a lively discussion~"

As soon as she sat back next to Otome, Isshiki ran over with her mobile phone.

On the mobile phone screen are the shooting scenes uploaded to the social platform by yesterday's dance participants.