Ch. 87 - But You Just Had to Be the Most Promising

Daomadan?

Lu Xing glanced at Chi Yueshan's face with some surprise.

When he had received Chi Yueshan's order, he had specially gone to cram on opera knowledge.

Seriously.

Some opera arias were even more rhythmic than rap, very interesting.

But Lu Xing also knew.

Learning to sing opera is quite a hardship.

And learning daomadan and wudan is the hardship of hardships. 

(TL: wudan is another female martial role.)

Anyone who comes out of an opera school...

If you don't break a bone here and injure your waist there, you'd be embarrassed to say it.

Even so.

Very few can persist until the end.

The Chi Yueshan in front of him had always taken the qingyi route for the audience, dignified and cool.

He hadn't expected it.

Under Chi Yueshan's soft and weak exterior, she was quite capable of enduring hardship.

Lu Xing slowly gave her a thumbs-up.

Just as Chi Yueshan blinked her eyes, full of anticipation, waiting for Lu Xing's praise...

Lu Xing suddenly said, "Fucking badass!!!" 

(TL: The original term, 牛逼 (niúbī), is a very vulgar slang word for "awesome." It's extremely out of place in this moment. It's basically street language.)

Chi Yueshan: ...

You, you, you!

Who allowed you to say the word "awesome" like that!

Ahhhhh!

Such a good atmosphere, such a good atmosphere, and you actually say those two words!

Chi Yueshan's cool mask was directly broken. She wanted to curse at Lu Xing but couldn't bring herself to. 

In the end, she only said, "The way you talk is really..."

Lu Xing raised an eyebrow and said with a smile.

"You don't like to hear it? If you don't like to hear it, then I won't say it."

"Hey, don't... hiss."

Chi Yueshan gripped Lu Xing's wrist, and a wave of pain instantly shot through her waist.

In countless nights before, she had been tortured by this waist injury to the point of tears.

But now, Chi Yueshan suddenly felt that she was so grateful for this waist pain.

Otherwise, she might not have had the chance to meet Lu Xing.

Could this be what they call "misfortune is the root of fortune, and fortune is the root of misfortune"?

Chi Yueshan was enlightened!

"Slow down."

Lu Xing quickly supported Chi Yueshan. He hadn't expected her waist injury to be so severe.

He had thought just now that Chi Yueshan was exaggerating...

Sigh, he was too stereotypical. He had to reflect on himself properly.

Otherwise, similar problems might arise when taking care of clients in the future.

Only a professional simp who knows how to improve at all times will not be left behind by the tide of the times, and can ride the wind and waves on the great ship of the era!

Mm!

Fired up!

Don't know what I'm fired up about, but I'll get fired up first!

Chi Yueshan's waist was in great pain. Taking this opportunity, she gently leaned on Lu Xing's shoulder. She didn't dare to be too excessive.

Feeling Lu Xing's arm loosely circling her, Chi Yueshan laughed inwardly.

Lu Xing is more pure than she had imagined. He doesn't even dare to touch her firmly.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even have any face left.

Chi Yueshan endured the pain in her waist, grabbed Lu Xing's loosely supporting hand, and pressed it firmly on her waist.

Lu Xing was shocked.

Chi Yueshan leaned against his chest, her gaze sparkling as she looked up, and said with a light laugh, "I'm letting you support me."

Lu Xing averted his gaze.

Every profession has its specialty. He admitted that Chi Yueshan's artistic attainments were truly powerful!

"When your master taught you to sing opera back then, he probably didn't expect you to use it here."

The ideal Chi Yueshan: spirited on stage, singing to her heart's content.

The actual Chi Yueshan: all her emotions in her flowing glances are directed at Lu Xing.

Chi Yueshan gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her waist, and forced a smile with a sense of brokenness.

She reached out her index finger and gently poked Lu Xing's shoulder, her voice rising at the end.

"Then do you think it's useful?"

Lu Xing was silent for a moment, then reached out and held Chi Yueshan's restless hand. "It's useless."

Alright.

Chi Yueshan sighed. Lu Xing's heart was more fortified than she had imagined.

With her conditions, no matter what kind of high-walled heart she encountered, she could easily resolve it.

Even with those extremely cold people, at most, she would just have to jump up a little, and she could still easily handle them.

But Lu Xing was different.

From the moment she stood in front of Lu Xing, her heart was moved, and then everything was over.

Besides.

Lu Xing was more difficult to handle than anyone she had ever met. He didn't have a high-walled heart; he was a silent, vast sea.

Throw a stone in, and it sinks to the bottom without even a ripple.

Chi Yueshan sighed, suddenly feeling a little sad.

She couldn't figure out Lu Xing, but she had been figured out from top to bottom by him.

If she acted pitiful in front of him, he wouldn't fall for it.

If she offered him money directly, he wouldn't take repeat customers.

If she tried her best to send him messages, he would just act as if he hadn't seen them.

Chi Yueshan really didn't know what to do.

Perhaps.

Trying to be honest is a good idea?

"Can I talk to you?"

Lu Xing nodded.

"Go ahead."

Damn it! Lu Xing cursed inwardly. 

Why on earth was my intelligence wrong! So despicable! My career has been so diligent, yet such a big mistake occurred! So despicable!

Chi Yueshan gently leaned against Lu Xing's chest and said slowly.

"I was sent to the opera school when I was nine. At that time, before dawn, I had to go practice. Such a small person, like a ball of dough, was tortured beyond recognition."

"Before, there were seven friends with me at the opera school. Three left in the first year, and another three left in the second year. For so many years at the opera school, people came and went. It seemed only I persisted until the end."

"After they gave up, they all laughed at me, saying I was walking a path with no future, that Peking opera would soon die out, that my persistence was meaningless."

"But I like it. I like to sing opera."

"The lyrics are so beautiful, so good. They said I was weak, said I was timid, but I just had to learn the most difficult daomadan. I just had to grit my teeth and persist until the end."

"I was about to succeed, but I fell. My waist was also broken. I could no longer become a daomadan. Later, when I checked the cause of the accident, it was my prop... that had been tampered with."

A look of surprise flashed in Lu Xing's eyes, but it quickly calmed down.

School is a small society.

There are always some people who are ostracized and discriminated against for one reason or another.

Sometimes, working too hard can also be met with sarcasm.

But Lu Xing had never expected...

Tampering with props, this could be considered bullying, right?

No wonder there were no rumors from the opera school that Chi Yueshan had studied daomadan.

Otherwise.

If asked about the reason for changing her role, it would not be easy to explain.

After all.

Compared to standing up for the students, the opera school wanted peace and quiet more.

Lu Xing sighed.

"It's okay. They all looked down on you, but you just had to be the most promising."

"Don't cry. People will call me a scumbag in a bit."

Chi Yueshan's eyes were filled with tears. Hearing Lu Xing's words, she smiled brightly.

She anxiously gripped Lu Xing's arm, completely different from the way she acted before.

"So..."

"That day in the rain, I saw you. Your eyes were so quiet and clear. I, I wanted to see if your heart was also like that. I also wanted to see if you could persist, just like... me."

Chi Yueshan lowered her eyes, her voice hoarse.

"I'm sorry."

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