"No," Pang Li gritted her teeth and said embarrassedly, "There are other people in the theater now. We have to wait until they leave before we can perform."
"Oh?" This was something Zhou Yiyang hadn't expected. It seemed their troupe was even poorer than he'd anticipated. "So what time does it end?"
"Nine, nine o'clock?" Pang Li wasn't sure. After all, sometimes teachers would stay in class after a while.
"Brother Yang," Lin Xuan'er said immediately, "Let's go to the Kui Shi Japanese Restaurant! Come back after dinner!"
"Yes," Su Yin agreed, understandingly, "I've been growing sunflower lions for a long time too!"
Zhou Yiyang pretended not to understand their hidden meaning and agreed: "Okay. Let's eat first and then come to see you."
Pang Li nodded gratefully. Tonight's performance must be a success!
After they walked away, Zhou Yiyang spoke up, "Don't think I don't know. Without a reservation, the queue at Kui Shi is one or two hours. By the time we finish eating and come out, she will definitely be ready."
"But I really want to eat it!" Su Yin said seriously.
Well, Zhou Yiyang admitted defeat. What Su Yin said was indeed very convincing.
By the time they finished their meal and came out, it was already half past nine.
At this time, Pang Li brought five other people and quietly walked into the theater.
When Zhou Yiyang and the others came in, the six people from the troupe had already put on their makeup and came out from backstage.
Pang Li is not only the leading actress, she also works part-time as a host.
"Please close the door, Mr. Zhou. I'm afraid someone might sneak in. I hope everyone doesn't dislike this environment. We are really too poor to rent another place. We can only use this place secretly after everyone leaves today."
"It's okay," Zhou Yiyang said with understanding, "Perform well and don't feel any psychological burden."
"Okay, the show we're performing today is called 'The Corpse in the Box'. I hope everyone likes it."
Tang Yue and Wang Xingrui shuddered at the same time: "Is this the name of a horror movie?"
"That sounds like it should be." Su Yin opened his arms in a very manly manner: "Come on, all three of you can lie in my arms."
Tang Yue grabbed Lin Xuan'er's hand and said, "Xuan'er, I'm counting on you!"
The drama on stage also began at this time.
Thirty minutes was even a bit torturous for Zhou Yiyang.
His expression was quite solemn.
It is now difficult for Tang Yue and Su Yin to make jokes because they feel the same as Zhou Yiyang.
Feeling like sitting on pins and needles.
Wang Xingrui was the most unfazed. She read everything, from top-tier novels to niche works that wouldn't even qualify for a V-list. Naturally, there were some lower-quality works mixed in, which had already honed Wang Xingrui's resilience.
Lin Xuan'er felt a little uncomfortable. When she looked at the people on the stage, she couldn't help but think of some trainees who were eliminated early in 101.
They practiced hard every day, but due to limited talent, all their hard work did not bring good results.
It was obvious that the six of them tried very hard and performed very attentively, but in the end, the experience they had was not good.
When the performance ended and Pang Li walked down, she was not afraid anymore.
She had already seen the answer from Zhou Yiyang's expression.
She didn't feel the pain she'd imagined, but instead felt relieved. This belated trial seemed to have completely put an end to all her unrealistic thoughts.
Ultimately, people have to face reality.
"Mr. Zhou, um, we..."
"You all worked so hard, you all tried your best to show your acting skills, and you all tried so hard to create a suspenseful atmosphere. But it's really a shame, this is the worst performance I've seen this year."
Among the five people behind Pang Li, a boy had already squatted down and started sobbing.
"Do you all perform this type of drama in school?" Zhou Yiyang asked back.
"Not really," Pang Li shook her head. "Aside from serious plays, we also do comedies. But those comedies are based on other people's plays. Our screenwriters can't write comedies. So our original plays are all suspenseful or critical."
"Yeah." Zhou Yiyang nodded: "It's better to give up early."
Pang Li finally couldn't hold back and a tear fell.
"I can't write comedies, and the dramas I end up writing don't make any sense. I should just give up on writing such a writer!"
Pang Li was a little confused, as if Zhou Yiyang was not talking about her.
"But your performance wasn't anything special. Maybe it would be better to start working sooner rather than later."
Pang Li could cry peacefully again.
"However," Zhou Yiyang pointed at Pang Li and another tall, thin boy, "You two, come out for a moment. I'll give you ten minutes to perform a comedy for me."
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