"Mister, what is your occupation?"
The young man was taken aback, turning his head and looking over.
Tan Yiming's appearance was extraordinary. They looked over at him, he had a hand in his trouser pocket while holding a handful of white roses in the other. He was personable and calm as their gazes fell upon him.
The young man looked him up and down, and then questioned slyly: "Who are you, why are you asking?"
Tan Yiming smiled: "I investigate household registrations, okay?"
"..." The young man was choked by his response, and without turning his head for a while, stupidly said his profession.
Tan Yiming raised an eyebrow: "Oh, it seems to be my misunderstanding."
The girlfriend beside the young man asked curiously: "What did you misunderstand?"
Tan Yiming chuckled: "I was thinking, this gentleman can compose so much nonsense with just a greeting card. I thought he was writing a novel - However, if he can compose such an illogical plot, even if he is a writer, he'd probably be an 18th-rate writer who wouldn't get any subscriptions."
The young man became angry: "You!"
"What am I?" Tan Yiming raised his sword-like eyebrows, lowered his tone, and brought out his most wicked voice, specifically the voice of the gangster in Hong Kong movies and the perverted killer in Hollywood blockbusters: "I am Xiang Cai's friend. I know more about what kind of person he is than you. He is sincere, simple, and enthusiastic. He puts all his energy onto the stage and has no time to pay attention to how much money his friends make.
"Sir, you are here to watch a play, not to write a play. If Xiang Cai does not perform well, you can criticize his acting skills; but it is not necessary for you to decide whom Xiang Cai is friends with. Of course, it is impossible for Xiang Cai to not perform well, so all your nonsense can be saved."
People who knew Tan Yiming said that he had a good temper. However, no matter how good his temper was, he would take the initiative to stand up when his beloved was slandered by outsiders.
And his amazing power...couldn't be easily resisted by anyone.
Sure enough, the young man was speechless. He couldn't add much verbally, so he wanted to start something - but as soon as he raised his fist, he was stopped by the security guards patrolling the theater.
The young man lost face and could only leave in despair. Before he left, he still wanted to drag his girlfriend. However, his girlfriend also disliked him spitting out shit, and ignored him with a flick of her hair.
A young female staff member heard the quarrel and hurried over. She was the one who had brought Xiang Cai backstage just now.
Tan Yiming asked the staff member: "Do you not care if an audience member slanders the actors?"
"This...this can't be controlled." The staff member scratched her face, "Don't look at the stage actors earnings; they may not look like they are popular, but in fact, they have a lot of fans and black fans. We are not agents after all, the company does not have the powerful public opinion management and control capabilities of a serious agent company. Everything can only rely on the consciences of the audience..."
If an actor was praised by the audience, what should they do? —Smile and accept the compliment.
If an actor was scolded by the audience for no reason, what should they do? —Not do anything, as for being scolded...just get used to it.
After understanding the subtext, Tan Yiming felt another pang of soft pity in his heart.
Xiang Cai on the stage was always shining, but in places where the light couldn't reach, how many dark arrows did he resist with his immature arms?
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Teen FictionVoice Actor gong x Musical Actor shou This is a story about 'learning how to fly again after the wings of your dreams are broken.' This is also a story about 'how to love others and also love yourself.'