Win Wayne

Finally, when it was time to go to the show, Wen was a little happy.

She didn't quite know what clothes to wear to watch a magic show, but since the show was in a big theater, she couldn't go wrong with a little dress.

Wen didn't have a dress in his closet, but Wendy did, but the style was just too expensive.

But Wen was really too lazy to choose a small dress, and she would be ridiculed by Wendy who was like gunpowder. She rummaged through Wendy's closet for a long time and found a plain light blue long dress.

...the embroidery texture on it is amazing, and it is expensive at first glance.

But this is already the least arrogant dress, Wen selected it and took it out of the cabinet.

The dress exudes a faint vanilla scent, which is extremely soft.Wen changed into a skirt, stood in front of the mirror and tidied it up, feeling that it was almost done.

She still avoided looking directly at the face in the mirror as much as possible. When she looked in the mirror, it was too weird to find someone completely different from herself, and she couldn't bear it.

Unexpectedly, Wendy said, "Make up."

Wen said: "...No need, really no need, you are beautiful."

"It's etiquette." Wendy said, "Although I also think this so-called grooming etiquette is boring, the fact is that it's rude for women not to wear makeup."

But Xianyu is as lazy as Wen, and doesn't know how to put on makeup at all.

Wendy sneered, and pointed out compassionately: "Put on some lip balm, anyway, they won't be able to tell if I wear makeup."

Are you saying that your beauty will make people think that you have put on makeup even if you have no makeup?

Wen looked at Wendy and knew that what he said was true.

Wendy added: "It's best not to take a bus or a taxi, even if it is, get off a little farther away and arrive on foot. I don't mind being surrounded by them, but I believe you won't like it."

"...It's so troublesome." Wen felt a little regretful that he had come to the show impulsively.

"Ordinary auditoriums can do whatever they want, but it's best not to behave too civilianly in the boxes," Wendy said coldly, "They won't be so stupid as to do something, but you will attract their attention."

Under Wendy's guidance, Wen fitted himself a gemstone bracelet in the cloakroom, and put on a lady's hat that half covered her face.

"It's better now," Wendy said.

She disappeared from Wen's sight, which seemed surreal and strangely fascinating.

Originally, Wen really wanted to take the bus there, but after thinking about it for a while, he knew that it was impossible. Although the bus was very empty and not crowded, it was often not on time. In the past, Wen went out in a leisurely manner, but this time Had to make it in time for the show.

After thinking for a long time, she bought herself a mini scooter.

The car dealership quickly parked the car downstairs. Wen didn't know if he really knew how to drive, so he went downstairs to try it out.

she will.

Wen arrived at the Grand Theater 10 minutes early, and walked into his box under the guidance of the waiter. He met almost no one on the way, but Wen was sensitively aware that many eyes were indeed slipping past her.

The lady hat blocked many prying eyes, and the moment the waiter opened the box for Wen, Wen almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm right outside the door if needed," he said.

Every young man standing outside the box was born beautiful, and so was he.What is especially attractive is that he also has a pair of round eyes. Men rarely have such eyes. He looks almost non-aggressive, as if you do anything too much to him, he will endure it with tears in his eyes. and full of...

Wen said, “…please give me a cup of hot tea.”

She closed the door, strongly condemning Wendy's immorality in her heart, but soon she was attracted by the suddenly extinguished lights, and looked out through a whole wall of glass.

Gorgeous fireworks exploded on the stage.

The crimson fire belt swam in mid-air like a snake, causing the whole audience to exclaim with fear. However, once people realized that the flame would not hurt them, they excitedly stretched out their hands to touch the flame.

Of course they couldn't succeed, because a pair of beautiful long legs stepped out from the raging fire.

Zatanna appears.

The firelight made her half-discovered smile even more mysterious. She took off her top hat, and the tongue of fire rushed into the hat. Zatanna put the hat back on her head. Amidst the roaring cheers and applause of the people, the boiling flames flowed from her. The top of his head swooped down and burst into flames.

And when the flames burned out, Zatanna put on a beautiful cloak, smiled and bowed in three directions.

Wen didn't know what others thought, but she was stunned anyway.

Does this thing have the nerve to pretend to be magic?This is obviously magic, right?

It's okay for a magician to perform magic and call her performance magic...but calling it magic is easy to be ridiculed by people who don't know why, and it will also attract the attention of some people with malicious intentions.

Although in terms of the performance itself, Wen felt that it had exceeded her imagination.

It was extraordinarily wonderful, extraordinarily magnificent, and extraordinarily full of imagination. Every performance was full of creativity and vitality. Wen watched it intently from beginning to end, and even forgot to drink hot tea.

fantastic.

No, it's hearty!

Seeing the end Wen even changed her original mind, Zatanna is indeed a magician, but she is also definitely a master magician.

Every magic of hers has obvious performance color, every movement of hers is exaggerated but breath-taking, she guides everyone's thinking, and this is the essence of magic performance.

This time the performance was so worthwhile, Wen continued to let the waiter in, and couldn't wait to ask her: "Is the content of Zatanna's performance fixed?"

"No, ma'am," the waiter replied smoothly, "every time she goes to a new city, Miss Zatara will give the audience a new visual feast, and this is also to give back to those who follow her tour around the world. fans."

Wen was both happy and disappointed!

The happy thing is that she can go to different cities to see the show, but the disappointed thing is that she can't go to Gotham... Strange, why does Gotham make her feel so uncomfortable?

If it's because of allergies, the air in Gotham is indeed not very good, but it's not so bad that even masks can't save it.

The intense anxiety that suddenly surged up when seeing the surrounding scenery, the feeling that the muscles of the whole body tensed up like a conditioned reflex, as well as sweating, weakness, vigilance and trembling, including chest tightness and suffocation, no matter how you think about it, it is more like It's a phobia.

She tried to wake Wendy to answer the question, but Wendy stayed in the corner.

Wen has already discovered that if Wendy's consciousness was sleeping at that time, the other party's response would be very direct, as if she had released the authority, allowing her to get in touch with what Wendy knew.

And when Wendy is awake, the information she gets is fragmented, incomplete, and possibly wrong.

Or just like now, Wendy can just not answer her question.

Forget it, a traverser must have the consciousness of a traverser, the consciousness of mastering the body is still there, and Wen is not that kind of vicious and selfish character...

Mainly because she is really lazy.

After the performance, the audience in the hall began to leave. Wen still didn't understand what was going on. The VIP box didn't even have the privilege of leaving first?Is this still something that a qualified corrupt capitalist who only looks at money will do?

The waiter came over and bowed slightly: "The dinner party is about to begin, ma'am. Today's performance was very successful, and Miss Zatara may come to participate today."

It turned out that there were other arrangements.

Wen liked Zatanna, but she had made an agreement with Diana to keep her coming to the show a secret.

And for some reason, just as she always wanted to avoid gazing at herself in the mirror, Wen kind of wanted to avoid Zatana.

"I feel a little uncomfortable," Wen said absently, and spit out the words smoothly from her mouth. "It may be too intense for me to enjoy such a wonderful performance-I want to go back and rest first."

Wen's appearance convinced the waiter without doubt, and he immediately turned sideways, motioning for Wen to follow her and leave.

"Is this the only way?" Wen looked at the celebrities who were chatting and laughing in front of him, and pressed down the brim of his hat again.

"I don't want to meet these people, their false hello always makes me sick," she said.

Wow, this indifferent and condescending tone, Wen thought, why does it sound so natural?

Bring in Wendy's appearance, there is no sense of disobedience.

The waiter's smile froze for a moment, then he leaned over and said in Wen's ear, "There is another way to avoid them, but that way also leads to Miss Zatara's dressing room."

He gave Wen a knowing smile.

"Will she be in the dressing room after the show?"

"Nobody knows, because she doesn't allow anyone to bother," the waiter whispered. "A great magician has to have a little quirk or two, doesn't he?"

This kind of stalk of "no one is allowed to disturb" is easy to think of countless works that start with "no one is allowed to disturb".

Think about it carefully, this kind of stalk can be unconditionally substituted into any type of story.

Wen didn't want to be the one to bother Zatanna, but she didn't want to see that group of people even more.

She said to the waiter: "Go and see if there is anyone in her dressing room. If there is no one, we will go that way."

The waiter was surprised for a moment, and then replied: "Sorry, ma'am, maybe I didn't speak clearly enough? This road is a Y-shaped fork, and the main road leads to Ms. Zatara's dressing room. There is also a small road, usually We're going in and out by the sidewalk."

Wen: Then why are you smiling at me knowingly?

The adaptation student seemed to understand her speechlessness, and said, "I thought... Ma'am, you want to avoid them, so go and have a sneak peek at Miss Zatara first."

Wen nodded, and asked again: "Why do you call her Miss Zatara, but call me Ma'am?"

The waiter seemed genuinely surprised at last, but he still replied, "Because it's always difficult for ladies to tell whether it's an unmarried lady or a married lady."

temperature:"……"

Don't you look at your face?I look like I'm married?I'm not wearing a ring either?

...Forget it, it is indeed the most foolproof to call a lady.

The waiter took Wen away from the small path. They were lucky. They didn't meet anyone all the way to the fork, and they didn't bump into Zatanna who suddenly came out of the locker room.

Less than ten seconds after they left, Tony Stark walked in.

He glanced suspiciously at the other side of the fork in the road.