I'm not a drama god

"Alas...what a big loss."

Chen Ling was walking on the mountain road home, looking down at her cotton coat with two holes in it, her eyes filled with distress.

There is no salary for the preparation seats during the examination period, and there is no subsidy for the clothes that are torn. In this way, I lost a piece of clothing for no reason during my part-time job... This made the family with no source of income even worse.

Of course, he still gained something today.

[Current expected value: 40%]

Ever since he was ordered by Qian Fan to take over Wu Youdong's investigation, the audience's expectations have steadily increased. They increased by 5% when they went to the teahouse to find the law enforcer, and by 10% when they were killed in the tavern.

Originally, Chen Ling thought that the law enforcer would gain expectations when he returned to the tavern. In fact, he did not. It seems that the audience's expectations can only be increased when he personally witnesses it.

Chen Ling felt that she had vaguely figured out a way to quickly obtain expected value.

He walked along the mountain road for more than two hours and finally returned to Hanshuang Street. Before he walked in, he heard a clear and melodious voice coming from the house.

"The little nun is only twenty-eight years old.

When I was young, my hair was shaved off by my master.

Every day, I burn incense and exchange water in the Buddhist temple.

I saw some children playing games under the mountain gate.

He looked at us with his eyes,

Let's keep our eyes on him.

He is with us, we share him,

A lot of worries in two moments..."

After hearing this opera, Chen Ling's brows rose slightly.

This section of "Sifan" is a classic part in opera. In the previous life, it was known to the world from the famous movie "Farewell My Concubine". Chen Ling had heard of it often, but what he didn't expect was that in this world's opera repertoire , turned out to be the same as in the previous life.

What surprised Chen Ling even more was that Chen Yan's voice was so beautiful and his singing skills were extremely solid. Even the famous actors who performed in the theater in his previous life were inferior to him.

It stands to reason that without the guidance of a famous teacher, it would be impossible to reach this point...

Chen Ling was thinking about it as she walked into the house and saw Chu Muyun still sitting in the living room in the same posture, holding a book and studying it seriously.

"You won't be here all day without moving, right?" Chen Ling couldn't help but ask.

"I'm moving. I went for a walk this morning to get some air."

Chen Ling nodded, "Ayan didn't disturb you, did he?"

"No."

"That's good." Chen Ling sat down at the table and looked towards the bedroom. Chen Yan was practicing raising her eyebrows in front of the mirror and opening her mouth to practice her voice. She said with a complicated expression,

"Ayan has been interested in opera since he was a child. Unfortunately, District Three is too small and no one can teach him... Our family can't afford a teacher."

"Opera... really not many people understand it these days." Chu Muyun glanced at the bedroom.

"As far as I know, few people in Aurora City understand it."

Chen Yan's singing voice gradually became quieter. He seemed to hear Chen Ling coming back and immediately ran to the living room and asked excitedly:

"Brother, do you think my makeup looks good?"

Chen Yan blinked his eyes, and the red apricot-like eyeshadow spread to both sides. It was elegant and soft, and his eyes were raised and lifted under the outline of a thick black line, making him look particularly energetic.

Chen Ling recognized that this was the makeup of a "dan role", but maybe because Chen Yan was purely self-taught, there were still many differences compared to her previous life.

But even so, this is still a perfect face of a beautiful boy with absolutely no faults.

"It looks good." Chen Ling replied sincerely, "but some details don't seem right... I'll change it for you when I have time."

"Brother, do you also know about opera makeup?"

"A little bit."

Chen Yan looked at him with eyes filled with admiration.

"Brother, do you think I can perform at the New Year's party after I go back to school?"

"Of course you can. Our family is the only one who sings opera in the whole third district. When the time comes when you put on your costume, put on your makeup and sing your voice, the students will definitely be shocked." Chen Ling said with a chuckle.

"Does he still want to go to school?" Chu Muyun asked in surprise.

"That's right." Chen Ling nodded, "He has just entered the first year of high school...but he fell ill a few days after entering school. Now that he is cured, he should be able to enroll with the next freshmen."

"Brother, what would be better for me to sing then?"

"If you were the only one singing, "Sifan" would be good..."

"Then I'll go practice again!"

Chen Yan's eyes shone, and he immediately put on the open red opera robe and ran back to the bedroom to start practicing again.

After all, Chen Yan is just a fifteen-year-old child. This is the age when he longs for friends and attention... When Chen Ling was in school, she had imagined countless times that she would take a guitar and walk on the stage, and perform in front of countless teachers. Show off your skills while alive.

It's a pity...he doesn't know how to do it at all.

But for Chen Yan, being able to combine his interests with acting is a very exciting thing.

"Don't rush it yet." Chen Ling said with a helpless smile, "I'll tidy up and prepare for dinner later."

Seeing this, Chen Yan obediently came to help Chen Ling wash the vegetables. At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two large holes in the cotton coat, and his eyes shrank slightly.

"Brother, what happened to your clothes?" His tone suddenly became serious.

"It's okay, I just scratched it."

When Chu Muyun, who was reading, heard the sound, his eyes behind the lenses suddenly narrowed...

"You were shot?"

Chen Yan raised his head suddenly.

"No, they didn't hit me." Chen Ling felt Chen Yan's gaze and immediately explained, "They shot too slowly and I dodged them... I was not injured."

Chu Muyun looked him over and nodded slightly, "It's true that he wasn't hurt."

"Brother, who shot you?" Chen Yan asked coldly.

"Yes……"

Chen Ling was about to say Bingquan Street, but when she saw Chen Yan's eyes flashing with bone-chilling coldness, she hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It's just two gangsters... who have been captured by law enforcement."

He knew that Chen Yan was a fusion person, and he also knew that that night, Chen Yan went on a killing spree on Bingquan Street... If he said the words Bingquan Street again, he was worried that Chen Yan would go and massacre that street again tonight. Light.

You know, that street is most likely already occupied by law enforcers. Once Chen Yan goes there again, he is likely to meet the inquisitor.

After hearing this, Chen Yan's expression calmed down, and he silently picked up the ripped cotton coat.

"...I'll sew it up for you."

Chen Yan's opera robes were all made by himself, and mending a piece of clothing was not a difficult task for him.

"They had guns...how did you win?" Chu Muyun looked into Chen Ling's eyes, as if to see through his heart.

"They had guns, but they didn't know how to use them. They even shot a few times and hit their clothes... Why are you asking this?"

Naturally, it is impossible for Chen Ling to say that she owns "Killing Dance", which involves the existence of theater and "audience".

"……nothing."

Chu Muyun withdrew his gaze and stared at the cover of the book, wondering what he was thinking.

After the three of them finished their dinner, they went back to their houses. Night enveloped the entire sky, except for the azure aurora, which floated silently.

Chen Ling fell into sleep, and her consciousness had already drifted into the theater.

In the dead silent and dim room,

A figure came slowly.

It was Chu Muyun.

The lenses reflected a pale shimmer under the aurora, and those cold eyes stared at the sleeping Chen Ling, with a murderous intent in them.

He held the cold moon-like dagger in his right hand and slowly raised it...