"Alas...

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

The preparatory seat during the exam period did not pay, and there was no subsidy for the torn clothes.

Calculating like this, he lost a piece of clothing for no reason during his part-time work...

which added insult to injury to a family that already had no source of income.

Of course, he still had gains today.

[Current Expectation Value: 40%] Since being instructed by Qian Fan to take over Wu Youdong's investigation, the audience's expectation value has been steadily increasing.

During the period of going to the teahouse to find the enforcers, it increased by 5%, and it rose by 10% in one go when killing through the tavern.

Originally, Chen Ling thought that the enforcers returning to the tavern would also gain expectation value, but in fact, it did not.

It seems that only when he personally witnesses the situation can the audience's expectation value increase.

Chen Ling felt that he had vaguely figured out the way to quickly gain expectation value.

He walked along the mountain road for more than two hours and finally returned to Hanfrost Street.

Before he entered the door, he heard a clear and melodious opera tune coming from the house.

"The young nun is twenty-eight years old, in her prime, her head shaved by her master.

Every day, burning incense and changing water in the Buddha hall, seeing a few disciples playing at the mountain gate.

He looks at us, we look at him.

He and us, we share with him, both sides have many concerns..." Hearing this opera, Chen Ling's eyebrows slightly raised.

This segment of "Sifan" is a classic bridge in opera, known to the world in the previous life through the famous movie "Farewell My Concubine," which Chen Ling has also heard many times.

But what surprised him was that the opera repertoire in this world was actually the same as in the previous life.

Even more surprising to Chen Ling was that Chen Yan's voice was so pleasant to listen to, and his singing skills were extremely solid.

Even compared to the famous actors he had seen in the theater in his previous life, they were not much inferior to him.

In theory, it would be impossible to reach this level without a famous teacher...

While thinking about this, Chen Ling walked into the house and saw Chu Muyun still sitting in the living room in the same posture, earnestly reading a book.

"You haven't moved all day, have you?" Chen Ling couldn't help but ask.

"I did, I went out for a walk in the morning to get some fresh air." Chen Ling nodded, "Did Yan disturb you?”

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“No.”

“That's good." Chen Ling sat down at the table, his gaze towards the bedroom, where Chen Yan was practicing eyebrow shaping in front of the mirror while singing.

Chen Yan's voice gradually became softer, as if he heard Chen Ling come back, he immediately ran into the living room and excitedly asked, "Brother, do I look good with this makeup?"

Chen Yan blinked, the red apricot-like eye shadow spreading to the sides, soft and elegant, the eyes lifted and hung up under the thick black eyeliner, looking particularly divine.

Chen Ling recognized this as the makeup of a "dan" role, but probably because Chen Yan self-taught, there were still quite a few differences compared to the previous life.

But even so, this was still an absolutely flawless, perfect handsome young face.

"Looks good." Chen Ling sincerely replied, "But there seem to be some details that are not quite right...

When I have time, I'll help you adjust it.”

“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 you can.

In the whole Third District, only our family's Yan can sing opera.

When you put on the opera costume, do your makeup, and start singing, your classmates will surely be amazed." 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 shortly after starting school.

Now that he's better, he should be able to start school with the new students of the next year.”

“Brother, what should I sing then?”

“If you're the only one singing, 'Yearning for Mortality' would be good...”

“Then I'll go practice again!" Chen Yan's eyes lit up, immediately put on the open red robe, and hurried back to the bedroom to start practicing again.

In the end, Chen Yan was just a fifteen-year-old child, at an age where he longed for friends and attention...

When Chen Ling was in school, he had fantasized countless times about taking a guitar and performing in front of numerous teachers and students.

Unfortunately...

he didn't know how to play at all.

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

"Don't rush." Chen Ling smiled helplessly, "Tidy up a bit, we'll prepare dinner later." Seeing this, Chen Yan obediently came to help Chen Ling wash the vegetables, and at that moment, he caught sight of two large holes on the cotton coat, his eyes slightly narrowed.

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

"It's nothing, just got scratched." Chu Muyun, who was reading, heard the conversation and squinted his eyes behind the lenses...

"Did you get shot?" Chen Yan suddenly looked up.

"No, I wasn't hit." Chen Ling felt Chen Yan's gaze and explained immediately, "They shot too slowly, so I dodged...

I'm not injured." Chu Muyun glanced at him and nodded slightly, "Indeed, no injuries.”

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

"It was..." Chen Ling was about to say Ice Spring Street, but seeing the chilling gaze in Chen Yan's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It was just two thugs...

they've been arrested by the enforcers." He knew Chen Yan was a Fusionist, and he knew that night, Chen Yan had gone on a killing spree on Ice Spring Street...

If he mentioned Ice Spring Street again, he was afraid that Chen Yan would go back and slaughter the street again tonight.

After all, that street was probably now occupied by the enforcers, and if Chen Yan went back, he might encounter a Judge.

Hearing this, Chen Yan's expression finally softened, and he silently picked up the torn cotton coat, "...I'll sew it up for you." Chen Yan made his own robes, so mending a piece of clothing was not a difficult task for him.

"They had guns...

how did you win?" Chu Muyun stared into Chen Ling's eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.

"They had guns, but didn't know how to use them, they even shot a few times and all the shots hit the clothes...

why are you asking about this?" Chen Ling naturally couldn't mention that he possessed the 'Dance of Slaughter,' as that involved the existence of the theater and the "audience.”

“...It's nothing." Chu Muyun withdrew his gaze, staring at the cover of the book, lost in thought.

After dinner, the three of them went back to their rooms, the night enveloped the entire sky, with only the silent floating of the azure aurora.

Chen Ling, who had fallen asleep, had his consciousness already drifted into the theater.

In the dim and silent room, a figure slowly approached.

It was Chu Muyun.

The lenses reflected a pale light under the aurora, and those cold eyes gazed at the sleeping Chen Ling, a hint of killing intent appearing in his eyes.He raised his right hand holding the short knife like a cold moon slowly..