mtl008 Chapter 179 Do you understand or do I understand?
Chapter 179 Do you understand or do I understand?
Although located in the same city, the Grand Bazaar is different from the quiet and solemn scholarly community near the Church of Christ. At night, it is the liveliest time of day.
Pushing open the heavy solid wood door and stepping into the underground shopping street, you are greeted by warm air and the enticing aroma of various snacks mixed together.
What could be more relaxing on a lazy evening than a cup of Patty Salan Pudding?
Of course, for a 100-year-old girl who is passionate about traditional rice pudding, such a novel pudding style might be firmly labeled as an oddity.
The street vendors stretched along the entire marble street, and the dome was filled with the sounds of bargaining, conversation, and all sorts of noise, bringing a touch of life to the cold night.
The Grand Bazaar night market is already bustling with people on ordinary days, but if it happens to coincide with a performance at the Zubair Theatre, the liveliness will reach a whole new peak with the help of the loyal audience gathered at the theatre.
For example... today.
Even late at night, the audience at the Zubair Theater showed no sign of leaving.
They eagerly awaited the arrival of the theater, and many vendors even stopped selling their wares and quietly moved closer to the theater.
Because the grand finale dance will only begin on this small wooden stage just before the curtain falls.
Amidst countless focused gazes, the curtain rises, and the dancers take the stage.
As the music begins, it is as light as a bird's greeting in the morning, like dewdrops pattering on a vibrant Patissalan orchid, flowing into the stream that passes through the Sumeru Rainforest, listening to the wind sing.
On stage, the red-haired girl gently stretched out her arms, her blue and white skirt flowing with the waves.
The clear, sparkling water lilies bloomed in mid-air with her movements, just like her bright, light blue eyes, seemingly possessing a captivating magic.
Gentle ripples dance, swaying and fluttering.
As the dance ended, amidst a shower of crimson Patissa orchids, the young woman gracefully bowed and waved to the audience below, who were still savoring the performance.
As the petals scattered and the water lilies withered, cheers and applause erupted, seemingly ready to overturn the theater.
"Niruru! One more song!"
"Miss Nel! Miss Nel! Look at me, look at me!"
"I am Miss Nel's dog!"
However, before the somewhat discordant words could even finish, a hand subtly patted the speaker on the shoulder from behind.
"Um...is it possible that Miss Nel already has a dog at home?"
The young man who had been patted on the shoulder turned around with displeasure. Seeing that the one who had spoken out was just a seemingly frail boy, he couldn't help but show a somewhat contemptuous expression.
"Hmph, you're obviously new here, aren't you?"
"You can ask around within a few miles. I'm the president of Miss Nel's fan club. Do you understand Miss Nel better than I do?"
Seeing the young man's proud expression, the boy clearly fell silent for a moment, and a strange look appeared on his face.
But clearly, the other party mistakenly took his slightly unusual behavior as a tacit agreement.
"Hmph, I see you're a newcomer, why don't you join Miss Nilu's fan club?"
"I dare not say about other things, but exclusive information about Miss Nilu is a required course for our association."
"How about it? Considering we met by chance, I'll only charge you 99 Mora for the membership fee. Don't miss this opportunity!"
However, the president, who was too focused on promoting his association, did not notice the boy's increasingly dark complexion, nor the green light flashing continuously from the virtual terminal next to his ear.
"Look, Miss Nel is coming!"
Just then, as the audience in front exclaimed in surprise, the crowd that had not yet left the theater were drawn to the direction of the shouts.
In the past, to avoid causing chaos, Nilu would usually choose to quietly leave from backstage after her performance.
The situation of walking directly from the front of the stage into the crowd, as is the case today, has never been seen before.
So, which lucky guy will receive Miss Nel's special attention?
Amidst curious or envious glances from all directions, the crowd parted like ripples on water, creating a passage to both sides.
At the end of the passageway, a girl who had just stepped off the stage was running towards the direction where the two were talking, lifting her skirt.
Seeing this, the young man who was just a moment ago talking loudly about his Miss Nilu fan club immediately forgot about the so-called membership fee.
The president conjured a large bouquet of Patisha orchids from who-knows-where and held it out to the direction the girl was running from with his hands trembling with excitement.
Sure enough, Miss Nel noticed all his efforts, and today is the day he gets his reward!
Thinking of this, he straightened his chest and looked as determined as if he were about to join the sacred ranks of the disciplinary officers.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Under the president's hopeful and expectant gaze, the girl walked past him without hesitation and rushed straight into the arms of the boy behind her.
"Really, Brother Mufeng."
"You didn't even tell me you were coming back."
The girl puffed out her cheeks slightly, and her light blue eyes, as clear as a pond, curved into a lovely arc.
"Excuse me, excuse me, I just bought some rice towers from Mr. Judt. Would you like some?"
Mu Feng lifted the small bamboo basket that was still steaming in his hand, and gently pinched Nilu's soft cheeks with a smile.
"Then...I'll have one more today!"
"Okay, okay, Nil can eat as much as she wants."
In that instant, it seemed as if countless heartbreaks echoed throughout the venue.
The loudest of them all was undoubtedly the chairman, who was still standing there, holding Patty Salan in a daze.
A strange melody rose from the void, just like the chairman's current feeling of being plunged into an ice cave.
The north wind howls, the snowflakes flutter.
"Clap."
Two pieces of paper fell to the ground. A nearby audience member picked them up in confusion, looked around, and asked:
"Hey, whose ID card and photocopy are lost?"
Just then, Nilu, who was nestled in Mufeng's arms, seemed to belatedly realize the situation.
They seem to be... still in the theater?
And there are so many spectators...
Nilu's cheeks flushed instantly. Amidst the well-meaning teasing and envious glances of those around her, the girl grabbed Mu Feng's hand, covered her face, and fled in panic.
It seems that the top spot on the list of those who deserve to be killed in the void terminal of Sumeru City will change hands tonight.
"Hey! Make way, make way! We're disciplinary officers. We just received a report that someone has been secretly following a young girl with malicious intent. Everyone, please submit yourselves for inspection!"
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