I'm not a drama god

This voice interrupted Chen Ling's thoughts. He thought for a moment in the room and then opened the door.

At this moment, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Anger, exhaustion, and helplessness were revealed in his eyes. He stood weakly at the door.

"what's up?"

The person in front of the counter was the handsome boy who asked him about glasses that day. He looked at Chen Ling, blinked, and asked in a crisp voice:

"Boss, I want to play basketball."

"what?"

"Basketball." The beautiful boy made a dribbling motion, then turned around and shook his shoulders skillfully twice, "I want to play basketball, do you have it?"

"……No."

Hearing these two words, disappointment appeared clearly on the beautiful boy's face.

Just as he was about to leave dejectedly, he seemed to see something in his peripheral vision, and his eyes lit up slightly.

"Boss~"

"What are you doing again?" Chen Ling was about to continue thinking about his third-level skills, but was interrupted and had no choice but to speak.

"Is that basket still available? Can you give it to me?"

The beautiful boy pointed to an abandoned bamboo basket in the corner.

Chen Ling glanced there and waved her hand casually, "Take it."

The beautiful boy happily picked up the bamboo basket, walked to the yard, quickly removed the bamboo braid on it, and began to re-weave it in his hands. Like a magic trick, it soon became a simple hollow ball.

This young man is quite clever with his hands.

An idea flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and she withdrew her gaze, no longer paying attention to the young man.

The beautiful boy ran to the backyard alone, throwing and catching the ball, having a great time. After a while, another figure came down the stairs and walked straight into the courtyard.

Her voice interrupted Chen Ling's thoughts again.

"Hello, have you seen my brother?" It was the woman in green who was with the beautiful boy who spoke, her voice was gentle and gentle.

Chen Ling pointed to the backyard.

The woman in green frowned slightly when she saw the beautiful boy playing in the backyard.

"Why are you playing with a ball here again?" She walked up to the beautiful boy, raised her hand to grab the hollow bamboo ball that fell in the air, and said in a deep voice.

The beautiful young man grabbed his hands and opened his eyes in disbelief:

"I'm not playing, I'm playing basketball!"

"What you should do now is learn painting and practice dancing, instead of wasting time playing ball here."

Hearing this conversation, Chen Ling at the counter lowered her eyes and showed no interest at all... This scene of parents teaching their children was the same whether it was before or after the catastrophe.

"I don't like those things!" The beautiful boy yelled, squeezing his neck.

"Asshole." The woman in green had a gloomy face, "If you don't know how to paint, and if you don't have any skills, you have no future! Do you really want to stay in this town for the rest of your life?"

"Why doesn't playing basketball count as a skill? There is no future?"

"That's how it is in this era! Have you ever seen anyone who can enter the main city by playing basketball?"

"I don't care!" the beautiful boy shouted angrily,

"If others can't do it, can't I do it? I've been playing basketball since I was a kid, and I'm good at it! This is my craft!

I have never studied painting and dance, and I don’t have this talent. In that case, why can’t I go my own way? Do what I’m good at? "

"you!"

The beautiful boy's shout was so loud that even the residents on other floors heard the sound, but it did not attract anyone's attention. He just expressed his emotion for his passion and perseverance as a teenager.

Behind the counter, Chen Ling, whose thoughts were repeatedly interrupted by the beautiful boy and the woman in green, was slightly shocked.

walk my own path……

I don't know why, after the young man said so much, these five words suddenly burned into Chen Ling's mind like a steel seal, and they couldn't go away.

He subconsciously looked towards the backyard.

"Be yourself? How old are you? Do you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong?"

“Does it matter if I can tell?”

The beautiful young man gritted his teeth and squatted down slightly. The next moment he suddenly jumped up into the sky and easily held the bamboo ball held high above the woman's head in his hand with his fingertips.

"I remember the feeling every time I touched the basketball, and the comfort every time I sweated. They became instincts and were deeply engraved in my mind, allowing me to do things you can't do!

I don’t want to be those painters and big stars, those are not me! I want to be myself! "

bump--!

The young man seemed to be angry and threw the bamboo ball in his hand hard. It whistled past the ear of the woman in green, hit the wall behind and bounced high, and then accidentally hit and killed a bird watching in the grass. Lively ants.

At this moment, the young man's words fell in Chen Ling's ears, like thunder roaring!

Those are not who I am... as myself.

Chen Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter!

Yes!

No matter whether she is pure and ugly at birth, or she plays other roles, after all, those are not Chen Ling herself... No matter how you act, no matter how devoted you are, it is extremely difficult to generate a sense of belief!

That being the case, why should he play a dramatic role instead of directly playing himself?

His love for basketball since childhood and countless practices have made the young man have basketball deeply engraved in his heart. When he does these things, he will naturally have a sense of belief... And this sense of belief has also been experienced by Chen Ling. !

"What I'm good at...isn't being a virgin or being ugly, nor is it the other roles on stage...all of this to me is just acting..."

"My role should be... the director?"

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Chen Ling's eyes are as bright as stars!

At this moment, all the fog that shrouded his road dissipated, and a deserted road that almost no one had ever stepped on appeared before Chen Ling's eyes!

Chen Ling, who has [Wuxian], naturally has the ability to play roles, but in the final analysis, his thinking logic is still a director!

Killing through the tavern on Bingquan Street and teasing the law enforcement officers; Hōdō Kūzo committed suicide at the beginning, triggering a fight behind the scenes; and he drove a train into Aurora City and performed a magic show not long ago... He, Chen Ling, has come to this day, every day. Every time he experiences an event, he always solves the problem from the perspective of a director. This is the habitual thinking brought about by him studying as a director for several years before time travel and working in this industry!

Since he doesn't have the talent to be both beautiful and ugly, why should he follow their path instead of embarking on his own path as a director? Maybe this third-level skill requires him to play not anyone else...but the director Chen Ling, himself!

Do you use your sense of belief as a director to influence the surrounding environment...

The woman in green held the boy's ear and walked angrily back to the room. The boy's wailing reached Chen Ling's ears, but he had no intention of listening;

At this moment, Chen Ling was standing behind the unattended counter, holding a pen in her hand and hovering in the air, as motionless as a sculpture.

This process lasted for five minutes.

The pen tip in his hand touched the page heavily.

The pen and ink spread out on it, and Chen Ling, who was in a state of mental storm, slowly but firmly wrote two words.

【Weaving Fate】.