Chapter 20 Despair in Heart 4

  Ling Shui turned around: "What, what I said is not right? I, Ni Zhongrang, Ni Siluo, and even Mu Shui, everyone is a pawn in your hands. You want to put each of your pawns in the position that you think is most beneficial to you. They have no emotions, nor are they allowed to have emotions or will, only need to obey."

  "How can you speak to your father like that? What am I doing this for? My savings are enough for me to retire, and isn't all my hard work for you and Mu Yao?"

  Ling Shui interrupted Ling Kang Nian's words again: "For Mu Ri there is still a possibility, for me"

  "What's wrong? Is Miss Nie not good enough for you in some way? It's just that she has a crush on you, I was originally going to introduce her to Mu Xiang" Ling Kangyan suddenly realized he had misspoken.

  "Is that so? Then just leave it to Thursday, why bother going to such great lengths to find me?"

  "I'm just asking you, did you agree to attend the party?"

  "What if I agree? What if I don't?"

  "Didn't I just say that? It's just accompanying her to a party, it won't cause you any loss. After that, you can do whatever you want. I won't interfere with your relationship with Luoluo again. Think carefully, what's wrong with Luoluo? Is there a need for you to refuse?"

  "Alright, just this once, accompany her to the party, and after that, she and I will have nothing to do with each other."

  Ling Kang evaded his son Ling Lie's gaze "Agreed?"

  "Agreed."

  "Then take good care of your injury. Also, remember to drink that rib soup."

  "Goodbye!"

  Ling Mu stood outside the door, secretly heartbroken. Before this, he had always thought that his father loved him as much as himself, but now it seemed that his father still loved himself more.

  Those days, before Father figured out whether Nieshilo liked him or Yao, he had asked if he liked Nieshilo and said no. At that time, Father had already given up on the path of Nieshilo. But later, Father found out he was wrong. Nieshilo liked Yao, so he picked up this path again and forced it onto Yao. This time, he must help Yao let Yao fulfill his promise and leave Father's control from then on.

  "Clang - bang - dong!" The sound of a lunchbox falling came from the ward.

  In the rehearsal hall of the drama club, Li Ming was furious, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

  "Ah, Ming Xin! This is the third time already. Everyone is very tired. Why can't you be a bit more gentle? Ancient women used to walk like this, with such fiery eyes gazing at their loved ones! The gaze has to be just right. What kind of emotions does Zhu Yingtai have? Longing for her beloved who stands before her. Truly standing before her, all along she had been dressed as a man when facing her beloved, for the first time dressed as a woman, with a girl's identity standing before the one she has secretly loved for three years. What kind of emotions is that? Shyness, longing, joy, tender feelings, deep and boundless love, worry, helplessness, longing for the beloved who stands before her eyes, yet cannot be possessed, about to part with the person she loves."

  Her mind was filled with thoughts, all of which were triggered by the moment she first saw Liang Shanbo. What's in your eyes? Although the stage play doesn't have a close-up shot, acting is still acting. I hope you can convey not just joy, but also something else, and use body language to express it. The movements should be slow, but not just slow, they should be elegant, smooth, and rhythmic. Although our performances are now very Westernized, I hope we can combine the strengths of both Eastern and Western styles.

  Li Ming turned to Ling Mu Ye: "Ling Mu Ye, you too, when you first saw Zhu Ying Tai, you should have had the feeling of 'Shan Bo's gaze, couldn't help but be enchanted'."

  Ni Shi Luo arrived at the drama club for the first time and saw such a lively scene, she smiled slightly, it seemed that this role of Zhu Ying Tai was tailor-made for her.

  Li Ming beckoned to everyone to come closer: "Now, I announce! We will reassign roles, the male and female leads will be elected through competition! All roles will be elected through competition. Next Sunday, I hope all members will attend, those who do not attend will be considered as giving up this semester's work, 20 points will be deducted directly."

  Ming Xin's departure from the stage, she had hoped to stand on the 30-year-old stage and contribute her utmost power, which was the most anticipated thing for her father in the past year - 30 years of hard work, he was so looking forward to that day. But now everything has been messed up by her. Why can't she perform well, why can't she meet Mr. Li Ming's requirements? Those requirements are not excessive, all directing teachers would make such demands, this is the most basic thing, too failed, it seems that she and performance are not destined to be together.

  Ling Mu walked over: "Don't be too sad, we'll re-practice and rethink, there will always be progress."

  "Really? I thought I could still improve, but it seems like I'm really not cut out for acting. Mingde is more suitable after all." Mingxi said, on the verge of tears.

  "How can I help it if tears fall while talking? Am I also being denied?"

  "Are you a boy? Don't make me laugh, I'm going to cry."

  Is it really this sad? Is this what sadness feels like? Ling Mu Yao couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

  Ní Shīluò walked past them: "Míng Xīn! Don't be too sad, hasn't the teacher not made a final decision yet?"

  Ming Xin wiped away tears: "It seems like it's already been decided. Your performance has always been excellent, and there's also dance. I think...I have no hope."

  "How could it be? You have to work hard!" Ni Shi Luo's mouth was humble, but her heart was very proud, and she was so happy that she couldn't help but smile. Even Ming Xin thought so, it seemed that this role already belonged to her. She looked around, here except for Ming Xin, who else could compare with herself? The competition was just a process.

  "Thursday! You must help me, Luo Luo is very good at acting." Ming Xin looked at the back of Ni Shi Luo, desperately seeking medical attention.

  "Alright, alright, I'll definitely help, I'll definitely help!" Ling Mu Yao comforted Ming Xin, but his heart was racing with anxiety. How could he help? He and Ming Xin were both dismissed by Teacher Li as being worthless, and he couldn't even protect himself. At this moment, all he could say was this.

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  The pain came again, and Ling Shuiyue took a deep breath. His mind was still blurry. He should have seen the ugly eight, but it seemed like he hadn't, it must be an illusion. How could there be blood on the face of the ugly eight? He must have thought about her so much that he went crazy and had hallucinations. Would there also be a voice? The sound of the ugly eight's shouting kept echoing in his ears, the ugly eight was always calling out his name.

  "Little guy! How are you? Feeling a bit better?" The nurse asked while changing the IV drip.

  Ling Shui glanced indifferently at the nurse and turned away.

  "Being aloof is not cool. And you don't even care about the girl who came with you, she's scared out of her wits."

  "What did you say?"

  "He didn't say anything." The nurse's face was filled with disdain. She couldn't stand people like him the most. Last night she was on duty for the small shift, and she had personally seen that girl shivering all over as she insisted on drawing her own blood. Now seeing Ling Shuiyue's apathetic expression, she really got angry, feeling it wasn't worth it for that girl.

  Ling Shuiyue looked at the nurse's back, feeling a bit bewildered.

  The ugly eight monsters rushed towards him, blocking the man's fist, and said bravely: He was already covered in blood. She swung her fist and blocked it in front of him, saying: No way. The exceptionally bright red blood on his gradually fading pale face. He thought those were all illusions, but unexpectedly they were real.