I'm not a theatre god

early morning.

Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes.

The bright sunshine pours in from the window, adding a bit of warmth to the originally depressing and dull room. The glass-colored windows are as bright as gems, and the white quills on the table sparkle in the sun...

Chen Ling was lying on the bed, looking at everything around her, feeling as if she was in another world.

"It's already nine o'clock..."

Chen Ling murmured to herself, rubbed her tired temples, and got up from the bed.

After washing his face with cool water, Chen Ling finally regained consciousness. He casually put on his opera robe. At the same time, a knock on the door rang from outside.

Tuk Tuk——

As Chen Ling opened the door, a maid stood respectfully at the door.

"Mr. Chen." The maid's voice was gentle and light, "Your breakfast is ready."

"I know." Chen Ling was about to close the door. After hesitating for a moment, she added, "What is breakfast today?"

"It's noodles, sir. I've prepared five bowls of noodles for you."

"good."

Chen Ling simply tidied up and then followed the maid to the restaurant.

The church didn't look big on the outside, but it had everything inside. When Chen Ling walked to the restaurant, more than a dozen dining tables came into view. Perhaps because it was too late, there was no one in the restaurant, except for a figure wearing linen. Sitting alone at an empty table.

"I thought you would want to get as far away from here as possible, but I didn't expect you still have time to have breakfast."

Chen Ling sat down opposite him naturally.

Ying Fu didn't answer, he just stared at Chen Ling for a moment and then slowly said:

"I just have nothing to do, come here and have something to eat."

"You don't look like someone who would go to church just to eat." Chen Ling raised her eyebrows slightly.

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, the maids on the side came over one after another with bowls of noodles. Five bowls of noodles were lined up in front of him, all of which were larger and larger, which looked quite spectacular.

When Ying Fu saw this, he turned to look at the maid with an expressionless face.

"Give me a bowl too, just like him."

"OK."

The maid turned around and went to prepare.

"Are you here specially to wait for me?" Chen Ling asked in surprise.

Ying Fu came earlier than him, but he didn't order any food. Instead, he waited until he was seated before ordering noodles for himself... This was very thought-provoking.

Ying Fu still didn't answer, but calmly changed the subject, "How did you sleep last night?"

"good."

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the bowls of noodles in front of her. She frowned slightly when she saw a few cilantro floating on them, then picked them out bit by bit with chopsticks and placed them on the table.

When Ying Fu saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly...

"You came here just to ask me this?" Chen Ling asked while picking.

"Why did you come to kill me the first time you saw me in the Imperial Palace?" Ying Fu repeated the question from last night.

"The ancient treasure of Imperial Dao..."

Chen Ling frowned slightly, as if she was trying to think about something, "Have we been there?"

As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly fell into dead silence.

Ying Fu said expressionlessly, "Oh? Then where did we meet?"

"Where did we meet...which time did you say?"

"first."

"At Xiaoyu's funeral." Chen Ling said the answer without much hesitation, "If it weren't for you at that time, I might have committed suicide by jumping into the river... You found me, fished me out of the water, and then Carry me to Xiaoyu’s grave and make me swear that I will live well for him..."

Chen Ling shrugged her shoulders, "To be honest, I was very annoyed with you at that time. I was very bad-tempered and didn't like to talk. I always kept a sullen face and said nothing when I did anything. I didn't know how much I owed you."

Ying Fu stared into his eyes.

"...What are you looking at me for?"

"Chen Ling." Ying Fu hesitated for a long time and then asked, "What is my name?"

"Ying Fu." Chen Ling replied matter-of-factly, "What happened to you today? You're so mysterious."

Ying Fu said nothing.

After a while,

The maid on the side respectfully brought a bowl of noodles to Ying Fu:

"Your face."

"...Give it to him." Ying Fu stood up expressionlessly and glanced at Chen Ling for the last time, seeming a little disappointed, "Let him eat more to replenish his brain."

"?" Chen Ling asked in astonishment, "Ying Fu, you don't want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

Ying Fu walked out without looking back.

The maid was holding the bowl of noodles and was at a loss for a moment... Finally she looked at Chen Ling.

"……Neuropathy."

Chen Ling snorted coldly, "Give me this bowl of noodles too, and I'll eat them together."

As the sixth bowl of noodles was brought to Chen Ling, he used the chopsticks in his hand to pick out the coriander bit by bit, and then slowly put the chopsticks down...

He glanced at Ying Fu's leaving figure and stood up from his seat.

Then he held the noodle bowl with both hands and poured it into his mouth like a beast. The soup flowed down the corners of his mouth. The extra portion of noodles was eaten in just a few seconds.

Bang--!

Under the stunned eyes of the maids, he slammed an empty bowl on the table, then picked up another bowl and continued to pour tons of water into his mouth...

After a while, the six noodle bowls were empty.

"Take it."

Chen Ling wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her opera robe and walked out without looking back.

As soon as he walked to the aisle, he saw a figure walking towards him, it was Thief Saint Chitong...

Chi Tong seemed to be planning to go to eat. When he met Chen Ling, his body trembled unconsciously, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ling glanced at him in confusion and touched her cheek, "Is there noodles on my face?"

"..."

Chi Tong looked at Chen Ling who had no murderous intent in front of him, calmed down a little, then looked at him carefully, and asked tentatively:

"What are you going to do?"

"What to do?" Chen Ling thought for a while, "I don't know... I might go back and tidy up the house, and then take a nap. If I have time in the afternoon, I would like to try to write another opinion letter."

"Letter of opinion? What letter of opinion?"

"It's still a letter of opinion about canceling the 18-hour compulsory work policy in all regions." Chen Ling said firmly, "If you don't cancel this policy for a day, I will write a letter for a day. Even if you put me under house arrest here, I will still write ...I want to speak for all residents of the Wuji Realm.”

Chi Tong's eyes gradually changed when he looked at Chen Ling, from being wary at the beginning, to doubts later, and now there is a smile in his eyes...

"Oh, so that's it." Chi Tong said with a smile, "Then go and do your work."

"So, when can I leave?"

"This...the king has the final say."

"When can I see the king?"

"When the time comes, he will naturally come to you."

Chi Tong waved his hand, no longer worried about Chen Ling, and turned around and walked into the restaurant.

Chen Ling stood at the door, sighed helplessly, and walked to her room a little lonely...