Chapter 29 Female Role

"Alas... I lost a lot."

Chen Ling walked on the mountain road home, looking down at his cotton coat with two holes in it, his eyes full of heartache.

There was no salary for the reserve seat during the exam period, and there was naturally no subsidy for the torn clothes. With this calculation, he lost a piece of clothing for no reason during his part-time job... This made the family, which had no source of income, even worse.

Of course, he still gained something today.

[Current Expectation Value: 40%]

Since being instructed by Qian Fan to replace Wu Youdong to do the investigation, the audience's expectation value has been steadily increasing. It increased by 5% during the period of going to the teahouse to find the law enforcer, and increased by 10% in one breath when he went through the tavern.

Originally, Chen Ling thought that the law enforcer could also gain expectation value when he returned to the tavern, but in fact, it did not. It seems that only when he personally witnessed it could the audience's expectation value increase.

Chen Ling felt that he had vaguely found a way to quickly gain expectation value.

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

"The little nun is only 28 years old,

in her prime, and her hair was shaved by her master.

Every day, she burns incense and changes water in the Buddhist temple,

and sees a few disciples playing at the gate.

He looks at me,

I look at him.

He and me, we share him,

We are so worried about each other..."

Hearing this opera, Chen Ling's eyebrows slightly raised.

This "Thinking of the Ordinary World" is a classic part of opera. In the previous life, it was known to the world because of the famous movie "Farewell My Concubine". Chen Ling has also heard it a lot, but he didn't expect that the opera repertoire in this world is 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 those famous actors who performed in the theater in the previous life were inferior to him.

Logically speaking, it would be impossible to get to this point without the guidance of a famous teacher...

While thinking, Chen Ling walked into the house and saw Chu Muyun still sitting in the living room, studying a book seriously.

"You didn't stay here all day, did you?" Chen Ling couldn't help asking.

"Yes, I went out for a walk this morning to get some fresh air."

Chen Ling nodded, "Did Ah Yan disturb you?"

"No."

"That's good." Chen Ling sat down at the table and looked at Chen Yan in the bedroom, who was practicing eyebrow drawing in front of the mirror and practicing his voice. She spoke with a complicated expression,

"Ah Yan has been interested in opera since he was a child. Unfortunately, District 3 is too small and no one can teach him... Our family can't afford a teacher."

"Opera... 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 gradually became smaller. 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, and the red apricot-like eyeshadow spread to both sides, elegant and soft. His eyes were lifted up under the outline of the thick black pen, looking particularly energetic.

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

But even so, this was still a perfect face of a beautiful boy that was absolutely impeccable.

"It looks good." Chen Ling answered sincerely, "But some details seem to be wrong... I'll change it for you when I have time."

"Brother, do you also understand opera makeup?"

"A little bit."

Chen Yan looked at him with admiration in his eyes.

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

"Of course, our Ah Yan is the only one who can perform in the entire District 3. When you put on the costume, put on the makeup, and open your voice, your classmates will definitely be shocked." Chen Ling chuckled.

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

"Yes." Chen Ling nodded, "He just started high school... but he got sick a few days after entering school. Now he is well, and he should be able to enter school with the next class of freshmen."

"Brother, what should I sing then?"

"If you are the only one singing, "Sifan" is good..."

"Then I will practice again!"

Chen Yan's eyes lit up, and he immediately put on the open red robe and ran back to the bedroom to practice again.

After all, Chen Yan is just a 15-year-old child, and this age is when he longs for friends and attention...When Chen Ling was in school, he also imagined countless times that he would take a guitar and go on stage to show off in front of countless teachers and students.

Unfortunately... he can't do it at all.

But for Chen Yan, it is a very exciting thing to combine his interests with performance.

"Don't worry." Chen Ling smiled helplessly, "Pack up and prepare for dinner later."

Seeing this, Chen Yan obediently came to help Chen Ling wash the vegetables. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of two big holes on his cotton coat, and his eyes shrank slightly.

"Brother, what's wrong with your clothes?" His tone suddenly became serious.

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

Chu Muyun, who was reading a book, heard the voice and his eyes behind the lens narrowed immediately...

"You were shot?"

Chen Yan raised his head suddenly.

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

Chu Muyun looked at him and nodded slightly, "I am indeed not injured."

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

"Yes..."

Chen Ling was about to say Bingquan Street, but when he saw Chen Yan's eyes flashing with bone-chilling coldness, he hesitated for a moment and still spoke, "It's just two gangsters... They have been captured by law enforcement officers."

He knew that Chen Yan was a fusionist, and he also knew that Chen Yan went on a killing spree on Bingquan Street that night... If he said the three words Bingquan Street again, he was worried that Chen Yan would go to that street tonight and kill everyone.

You know, that street is now most likely occupied by law enforcement officers. If Chen Yan goes there again, he is likely to meet the judge.

Hearing this, Chen Yan's expression eased, and he silently picked up the torn cotton coat,

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

Chen Yan made all his costumes himself, and it was not difficult for him to sew a piece of clothing.

"They were holding guns... How did you win?" Chu Muyun stared into Chen Ling's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

"They have guns, but they don't know how to use them. They even shot several times and hit their clothes... Why are you asking this?"

Chen Ling naturally couldn't say that he had [Killing Dance], because that involved the existence of the theater and the "audience".

"...Nothing."

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

After dinner, the three of them went back to their rooms. The night covered the entire sky, and only the blue aurora floated silently.

Chen Ling, who fell asleep, had already drifted into the theater.

In the dead and dim room,

A figure slowly walked over.

It was Chu Muyun.

The lens reflected a pale light under the aurora, and the cold eyes stared at the sleeping Chen Ling, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, which was holding the cold moon-like dagger...