Although it was called a play, it was not as strict as a formal play. After all, the actors were still in kindergarten, so they could not be expected to have a high standard for the play. As far as Satakura was concerned, memorizing the lines, reading the words correctly, learning the words on the script, and some related historical knowledge would be enough to achieve the goal of teaching.

As for feelings?

Expression?

Acting?

They were just children who had not yet entered primary school. She was asking too much of them.

However, she could not reveal this idea to the children. Everyone memorized the lines and practiced the play. Some of the more skillful children spontaneously helped her and the homeroom teacher to make some small props needed during the play. It could be said that they were doing their best.

Facing these children who were doing their best, how could she belittle their efforts?

Therefore, Sakura Satsuma could only do her best to help everyone perform the play better. This included calling all the parents to invite them to be the audience during their busy schedules. She also learned how to be a qualified cameraman at the last minute. She filmed the children's performance and burned it into a CD as a souvenir and sent it back to the children's parents.

In this way, in addition to the daily teaching tasks, even the time at night was invested in the temporary cramming of the film and television post-production software.

"Koimai!

What does this instruction manual mean? "

On the surface, Sakura Satsuma pretended to be very reliable and had a "leave it to me" look. However, after returning to the staff dormitory, she quickly revealed her true colors.

"…"

Hotaru Imai suddenly did not know what to say on the phone.

After a long time, she sighed again. Every time she talked to Satakura, Hotaru Imai felt that she sighed more often.

"Where was I before?

Well … Capture the noise sample. When the time comes, the recording of the play will definitely be mixed with noise. After capturing the noise sample, the whole frequency band will be reduced. I have downloaded a copy of the specific tutorial from the Internet and sent it to your email. Remember to check it.

I have also taught you how to add subtitles to the recording. Just confirm it again … "

Yes, yes, I understand. Koimai is really reliable!

Satakura nodded vigorously at the air, not caring at all that Hotaru Imai couldn't see her movements at all.

At the bottom right corner of the laptop screen, it was already past his usual bedtime.

"Satakura, although you have to work hard, you should also pay attention to rest."

In the end, although she didn't want to interfere with Satakura's work, Hotaru Imai still reluctantly reminded her overworked childhood friend to take care of her body.

Every morning, she would supervise the children to play games and learn some basic knowledge. She would help with the distribution of snacks, and in the afternoon, the children would organize a rehearsal for the play. She would make sure the children played games and learn some basic knowledge. She would also help with the distribution of snacks, and in the afternoon, the children would organize a rehearsal for the play.

With the purpose of "letting the children learn relevant historical knowledge" and "being able to make children of this age feel interested," the theme of the play this time was timely chosen to be the story of the heroes of the previous generation.

The hero "Silver Fang" was the protagonist. In the period when personalities were not widely popularized and recognized, and there were often personality conflicts and local wars, the hero senior Mr. Bangle, who was now almost retired, defeated several enemies alone when he was young. Then, he established the Flowing Water Rock Fist, which was quite famous even in the current era.

In order to get a better understanding of the script, Sakura Satsuma had also secretly looked up a lot of information about the life of this heroic senior. Although he was known for his strong physical strength and his exquisite punching skills, most of the investigations on Mr. Bongo's personality leaned toward the fact that this senior, who created the Flowing Water Rock Fist, had the personality of "the flow of power". So far, no disciple's punching skills were better than the founder's, which was a strong proof.

"Flowing like water, strong like the wind, unfolding like the clouds!"

The children in the classroom were playing the part where Bangle taught his students. The child who played Bangle put on a very childish fist posture and seriously taught the two students who played Bangle's disciples. One of them was Alpha Boötis, who had multiple roles due to the large number of roles.

Alpha Boötis stood in front of "Silver Fang" with a solemn face and said solemnly, "I understand, master!"

Sakura Satsuma turned her face away and tried her best to hold back her laughter. Although the child was acting very well, it was already very funny for a kindergarten child to act out such a serious scene.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard of a kindergarten, many undercurrents were surging on the same day.

Hiroshi Hida had just received his own patrol route.

After a few days of getting along, the senior police officer thought that the child was "a moldable talent" and intended to let Hiroshi Hida have more comprehensive contact with the police work in Baosu. As a student, Hida was also happy to see this. He conscientiously recorded his daily work in detail like a sponge absorbing water.

In the local Hero Firm in Baosu, although the Hero Operation Manual was a little surprised, it still warmly accepted Tenya Iida to come here for an internship.

On the surface, the teenager was calm and smiling, but his heart was full of hatred. During his daily patrol, he did not stop to search for clues about Stein.

In an unknown street, a white-haired young man put on a hood that could cover his face and handed a rough design blueprint and a bag of simple processing equipment to a local idle youth.

The other party raised his eyebrows and threw the bag over his shoulder, "Although I don't know why you provide us with weapons and manufacturing methods, thank you, brother!"

In a dark room, the young man known as the Hero Killer Stein raised his head and rejected Phyllostachys Amoena.

He slammed the door of a bar and turned away.

"How many Brainless Horses are left?"

Phyllostachys Amoena hoarsely looked at the only light source in the room: the computer screen that glowed in the dark environment.

"Well, no matter how many Brainless Horses are left, I want them all."

These big and small incidents were nothing to Satakura at the moment. The double-braided girl now devoted all her energy to the play that was about to start in the near future.

"Do you think this will let you get what you want?"

Sheng Yangyi, who had actually accepted the suggestion to play the role of the villain, faced the empty audience and bowed deeply before reciting the lines that he had been assigned. "What you are looking forward to, is it the unchanging and decadent peace, or the seeds of change that you wish to sow?

Like a bridge in danger, like a building that is about to collapse, this is a series of sharp changes brought about by superpowers. Do you want to use your fists to stop the ruts of history? "

He showed a playful smile like a real villain and was really into the role. But this level of immersion, as a child actor, could only make Satakura not laugh too loudly.

'Good,' she thought.