Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 705: Senior Brother Eight: Not a Princess, but the Sect Hierarch

Chapter 705: Chapter 705: Senior Brother Eight: Not a Princess, but the Sect Hierarch

Considering the need for training and performance, the young guests this time are generally over five years old. The only exception is Ning Jixiu. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

He’s the youngest and the shortest, face stern and arms crossed, with an air of a Little Cool Boy.

There were so many children coming and going, yet not one spoke to him.

"Junior brother, if you want to make friends, you have to take the initiative," Duan Xiayou reminded him.

"Hmph, I... I don’t need friends."

"Then don’t you want to play with junior sister?"

Ning Jixiu paused, quickly glanced at Tuanzi, and found her chatting happily with a few other girls. Before long, the girl named Zhou Mei even took her hand to meet other kids.

After such a round of interaction, Tuanzi had memorized the names of all the children present.

His junior sister was so happy she completely forgot about him!

[Puhahaha, this little friend’s expression is so intimidating, hahaha]

[Hey, give him a break, trying to pull off that fierce look isn’t easy]

[This sect is interesting, one is a social butterfly making friends everywhere, the other is a social recluse not speaking a word]

[It’s not really social anxiety, it’s being too proud to talk to others]

Ning Jixiu was indeed too proud to talk to those kids; he wasn’t really three years old, how could he possibly chat with them?

The only person he wanted to chat with had even forgotten him!

Tuanzi wandered around and when she returned, she found her eighth senior brother with his arms crossed, puffed up in anger. She approached him with a bright smile, "Junior brother, who made you mad? Tell your senior sister, and she’ll stand up for you!"

The boy glared at her, frustrated.

Tuanzi scratched her nose, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I bully you?"

Before Ning Jixiu could answer, she proudly tilted her chin up, "Miaomiao is a super responsible senior sister; how could she possibly bully a weak and helpless little junior brother?"

Her small hand reached out, taking the chance to vigorously ruffle Ning Jixiu’s hair.

Take advantage of the time while the eighth senior brother is still a child to ruffle more; you surely can’t do it when he grows up.

Ning Jixiu wanted to swat her hand away, but beside them, Duan Xiayou said hauntingly, "If you make junior sister angry, she won’t talk to you for a whole month."

A certain Sect Hierarch’s hand paused.

Tuanzi seized the opportunity to pick him up.

"Come, come, let me introduce my junior brother to you all!"

Ning Jixiu bristled in her arms, "Who wants to meet them?"

Tuanzi selectively ignored him, only hearing what she wanted to hear.

Once all the guests arrived, the program staff arranged for them to meet with the children’s choir, and they quickly decided on several performances.

In addition to three large choruses that the children’s choir had been practicing, there were two more large choruses that the young guests would join. Additionally, the young guests would perform one extra program, and the parents and young guests together would present two more programs. A total of eight programs would be performed within two hours.

Director: "After rehearsing, we’ll tour several places. We’ll be staying in Jiang City for two terms."

The kids exchanged whispers.

"Sounds really tiring."

"Mom said that once you agree to something, you have to do it well, so I’ll stick with it!"

"What should we perform?"

"What will the audience like?"

The audience was also chatting animatedly.

[Sounds really tiring, not to mention the rehearsals and performing in different parts of the city is quite a test for the kids]

[I admire some artists; they could let their kids be comfortable star offspring but instead bring them out to perform for charity]

[Previous commenter, you overestimate them; they’re just here for fame and fortune, pretending otherwise]

[The program has opened a live channel but not a gift channel; I want to donate too!]

[Seems they’re afraid of reports, really wanting to donate can only be done offline; it’s a rare chance to watch the kids perform live, who is in Yun City]

[I’m in Yun City, keeping a close eye on the performance troupe’s movements, ready to head out with my girlfriends at any moment, hehe]

Parents discussed with young guests equally, for fairness’s sake.

"We won’t interfere with your own program choices, but for the collaborative ones, we’ll discuss and give some suggestions; you choose from those."

The kids agreed without hesitation.

At such a young age, they were already looking forward to becoming adults. Making independent decisions was one of the signs of growing up.

They gathered around to discuss.

"First of all, no more singing."

Tuanzi was the first to stand up and express, "There are already five big choruses, if I were the audience, I would get bored."

Fu Youyou nodded constantly, "Sister’s right!"

Ning Jixiu squatted next to Fu Youyou and seeing her face full of admiration, mumbled something that those around didn’t hear clearly.

"We could dance," Zhou Mei counted the number of kids. "We have so many people, if we dance in sync, it’ll definitely look good."

The little cat Wen Jing paused, her sharp eyes hesitating, slowly glancing at Tuanzi and then lowering her head slowly.

Tuanzi noticed this, pondered for a moment, "Raise your hand if you can sing!"

More than half raised their hands.

"Raise your hand if you can dance!"

Less than half raised their hands. Wen Jing did not.

And Ning Jixiu didn’t raise his hand either time, a boy glanced at him. Ning Jixiu, unfazed, glared right back.

Tuanzi tried to propose singing by a few and dancing by others, but somehow felt it wasn’t innovative enough.

"We could perform a play!"

A little boy excitedly suggested, "How about the villain kidnaps the princess and heroes go to rescue her!"

He was also a social butterfly, and quite familiar with these young guests.

"I know a bit of martial arts, Miaomiao does too, and Wen Jing, who else does?"

Several young boys raised their hands excitedly, "I do! I do!"

The oldest young guest, nine and a half years old, quickly sketched out a stage performance.

"The main storyline is the villain kidnaps the princess, heroes go to rescue her, and along the way, they encounter some bandits. The heroes fight the bandits, then everyone performs with weapons, and the story continues. For a good visual effect, it should be a musical! Singing while fighting!"

The little ones were captivated by his description.

"Sounds like we need a good script," Zhou Mei was a bit worried.

"No worries, no worries, my brother can write it!" Tuanzi thought of Wen Li first, then quickly shook her head and switched to Gu Li.

She quickly reached out to Gu Li.

Gu Li had no objections, and indicated he would quickly send over the script. He was very good at writing these fantasy-filled children’s stories.

In less than an hour, he sent over a rough plot at lightning speed, making the audience suspect he had eight hands.

Once everyone had the script, a new issue arose.

"Who plays the villain? Who plays the princess?" Zhou Mei asked.

Tuanzi instinctively said, "Who plays the hero? Who plays the villagers and bandits?"

A dozen or so kids looked at each other, and excluding Ning Jixiu, they all said in unison, "I want to be the hero!"

However, according to the script, there could only be three heroes.

The parents, discussing among themselves and watching the kids interact, smiled and suggested, "Draw lots, it’s the fairest."

Five minutes later, the drawing results came out.

Tuanzi, holding the hero’s lot, jumped up in excitement.

"Miaomiao is a hero, yay!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ning Jixiu with his head down, as if shrouded in shadow, and curiously approached, "Junior brother, what role do you have?"

Upon looking closely, she had a look of surprise, "Junior brother, you’re the princess!"

Ning Jixiu was utterly agitated, "I’m not the princess, I’m the Sect Hierarch!"