I'm not a theatre god

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with your face?"

Li Qingshan couldn't see Chen Ling's face clearly, but when he saw the black veil, he felt a little confused.

"It's nothing." Chen Ling said calmly. He looked back at Li Qingshan. After seeing his spotless green clothes and exquisite "raw horn" makeup, he said in surprise, "What are you..."

"Today is the troupe's first audition. Although there are no costume and makeup requirements, it's better to prepare carefully."

Li Qingshan stroked his sleeves and stood tall in the morning breeze, his clothes and belt fluttering. He indeed had an aloof and otherworldly temperament.

Chen Ling remembered that Li Qingshan also mentioned this preliminary test yesterday, and couldn't help but ask: "What is this preliminary test for?"

"It's similar to selection. The troupe will regularly open preliminary auditions to the five nearest towns to select potential new stars for training, including singing, dancing, opera, drama and other fields. If you pass two auditions, you will have the opportunity to pass Recommended by the entertainment consortium, enter the main city of Red Dust..."

"Oh." Chen Ling nodded expressionlessly.

Chen Ling has no interest in this aspect, but now he just wants to find opportunities to raise the audience's expectations and inquire about the whereabouts of the mysterious master.

Isn't this the draft before the catastrophe... Although the Aurora Realm is bitterly cold, if you want to enter the main city from the seven regions, you still need qualifications and strength. But in the Red Dust Realm, this way of entering the main city with artistic talent is simply Ridiculous. How long has it been since the world of mortals was still immersed in this entertainment-to-death atmosphere?

But speaking of it... In the world of mortals, there seems to be no existence similar to a law enforcement officer?

Where have all their Shinto owners gone?

"Brother Lin, since you have gone to the theater troupe anyway, why don't you also take part in the preliminary examination?" Li Qingshan's voice sounded from the side, "You are a member of the theater troupe yourself, and I believe you still have the ability. If you pass the preliminary examination, Wouldn’t it be better to develop in the main city of Hongchen?”

As he spoke, Li Qingshan's eyes became brighter and brighter,

"I am a niche singer and you are a clown. We can definitely perform "Famen Temple" together, right?"

"I am not interested."

Seeing Chen Ling's refusal so simply, Li Qingshan let out a long sigh.

"...Okay, let's wait until the next opportunity."

The two crossed small bridges and walked straight ahead along the bluestone path. After walking for about half an hour, they came to a road full of people.

There was only a small theater on this road. Dozens of people crowded at the door, seemingly waiting for something anxiously. When someone inside shouted, everyone rushed in.

On the door of the theater, there is a line of big characters written on the old red metal:

——Huadu Theater Company.

There is also a circle of light bulbs surrounding the name of the troupe. From a distance, it looks like a ballroom sign from the 1970s and 1980s, gorgeous and extravagant.

"That's it." Li Qingshan raised his head, looking at the door with eyes full of longing, "Brother Lin, you go in first to find out the information you want, and I'll sign up."

"good."

Watching Li Qingshan hurriedly squeeze into the crowd, Chen Ling glanced around and walked in directly from the side door.

Walking in the corridor of the theater, you can still hear the noise coming from the hall. The deeper you go in, the quieter the sound becomes. Most of the places here seem to be office areas. The doors of the offices are closed. I don’t know what they are used for. What to do.

Across the corridor, a staff member hurriedly walked over with documents. Seeing this, Chen Ling stopped him directly:

"Hello, who is the person in charge of the troupe's performance?"

The man saw Chen Ling wearing a red opera robe and a black veil. He looked at him suspiciously and said:

"Director Sun, the office is in 302."

"Thanks."

Chen Ling walked straight to the third floor.

Following the door number, she found 302. Chen Ling was about to knock on the door when she heard a slight gasp coming from it.

Chen Ling's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His eyes narrowed slightly...

Immediately afterwards, there was the second, third... three completely different voices overlapping together, accompanied by a man's heavy breathing, and a dead silence fell inside.

The structure of the troupe is very strong, both the doors and the walls are extremely thick, and the sound insulation effect is also excellent, just like reinforced cells.

Chen Ling could hear the subtle sound inside, she was standing close enough, and her hearing was different from ordinary people.

About half a minute later, the office door was suddenly opened, and a girl with messy hair walked out. When she saw the red opera robe standing at the door, she suddenly screamed in fright.

Behind her, the second and third figures also came. They were all women. The youngest was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest looked to be thirty, but her figure was extremely eye-catching and hot, and she looked arrogant. Heroes.

"What's going on?" A middle-aged bald man came over.

When he saw Chen Ling standing outside the door, he frowned and shouted coldly: "Who are you? What are you doing??"

He gave the three girls a look, and the latter lowered their heads and walked out timidly from Chen Ling, with a blush still remaining on their cheeks.

To Chen Ling's surprise, they did not leave. Instead, they silently walked to the door of the next office and knocked gently on the door...

The door opened, and a pair of hairy men's arms wrapped their arms around her waist and pulled her in, accompanied by bursts of greasy laughter.

Click——

The door was locked and the corridor fell into dead silence.

Chen Ling's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

"No, who are you? What's the matter with you?" Director Sun's face was extremely gloomy.

"Is this Director Sun?" Chen Ling looked away and spoke calmly, "I would like to check the recent troupe performance records... My companion and I got separated."

Manager Sun narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Ling carefully.

"Are you a police officer?"

"no."

"Then why should I check you? Mom is sick."

Manager Sun cursed and was about to close the door with his backhand, but just as the heavy door was about to close, a hand held it firmly in the air.

Manager Sun was stunned. He pushed the door hard, but the latter remained motionless as if it was welded to death.

Behind the door, a man in red clothes spoke lightly, his tone seemed to carry the coldness from the far north:

"Director Sun..."

"Do you want to... think about it again?"