I'm not a drama god

"Come on, junior apprentice, sing along with me..."

In the ancient treasure trove of the play, Mo Jiao looked at Li Lai De, who was standing ready for battle, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and sang a melodious and gentle tune:

Ah~~~~

Lee Ryder took off his British overcoat, leaving only his white silk-trimmed shirt, and solemnly adjusted his bow tie... He looked solemn, like a singer standing in a concert hall.

He took a deep breath, mimicking the tone of the last horn, and tentatively began to speak:

"Ah~~↑~↓~←~→~"

Ending corner: "..."

The corner of Mo Jiao's mouth twitched slightly, and in a daze, he felt as if he had been transported back to the past by some ghost.

"Cough cough, nephew, don't strain your throat like that, relax your voice, okay?" Mo Jiao patiently spoke again, "Come on, let's try one more time..."

"Ahhhhhh"

"Ah ...

"The moon, like a celestial wheel, begins its ascent over the island, then the Jade Rabbit appears, and the Jade Rabbit rises early in the east again..."

"The ice on the island begins to rise and twist~↑~Seeing the Jade Rabbit, the Jade Rabbit rises early in the east again~↑↑!!!"

Ending: "…………"

broken,

This is a true master and disciple relationship.

Seeing that Mo Jiao suddenly fell silent, Li Laide tentatively asked, "Uncle-Master, my talent..."

"Don't speak yet."

Mo Jiao raised his hand to interrupt him, his mind racing, as if trying to figure out how to gently persuade the child to give up the idea without damaging his self-confidence...

Li Laid didn't say anything more, but just stood in the courtyard, waiting for the last actor to teach him to sing.

“…Nephew…” Mo Jiao had been mentally preparing himself for a long time before finally speaking, “It’s like this… Generally speaking, those who can be chosen by other divine paths must have absolute talent in the corresponding divine path…”

"But a person's talent is limited... Since you have embarked on the path of the God of Thieves, it means that your talent in other areas may be slightly... slightly weaker."

"Your master's situation is a bit different from yours. Although he didn't follow the path of theatrical gods, he possesses an exceptionally high talent for theatrical arts. It's a complicated matter, but in short, you probably won't be able to be like him..."

"Of course, I didn't mean to say you're not talented. I believe that with your intelligence, it's only a matter of time before you learn the [Requiem]... But everything has a cost-effectiveness factor."

Upon hearing this, Li Lai De, who was putting all his effort into learning the "Requiem," froze on the spot.

A gentle breeze ruffled the hem of Lee Lai De's shirt.

A hint of disappointment flashed in his deep blue eyes, and he lowered his head and fell silent.

A few beads of sweat appeared on Mo Jiao's forehead. He could sense Li Lai De's emotional change and panicked slightly, quickly adding:

"However, I can transcribe the lyrics of the Requiem for you first. You can memorize them carefully over the next couple of days, and then I'll demonstrate them for you a few more times..."

"If you want to come to me anytime in the future, I will try my best to adjust it for you and point out any problems."

Lee Laid closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

"I see……"

"Thank you, Master Uncle."

After singing the requiem several times to send Li Lai De away, the back of the last antagonist was soaked with cold sweat.

Li Laide was far too ambitious, even more so than Chen Ling back then... Chen Ling could accept her lack of talent with bitterness and composure, but Li Laide always gave people a feeling of madness hidden in his silence. Although he didn't say anything there, heaven knows what he was thinking.

However, Mo Jiao still had to advise Li Laide to give up, after all, what he said was the truth. Li Laide was not Chen Ling, and even if he tried his best to learn the Requiem Ballad, it would be difficult for him to gain anything... it would just be a waste of time.

"Junior brother, oh junior brother..." Mo Jiao murmured.

"Your apprentice, aren't you really going to come back and take care of him?"

……

"The moon, like a celestial wheel, begins to turn and rises over the sea, then the jade rabbit appears, and the jade rabbit rises early in the east..."

"The moon, like a celestial wheel, begins to turn over the island, and the Jade Rabbit appears..."

"Ice Wheel over the Island..."

"Damn it!!"

Lee Lede slammed his fist on the table, causing the dim candlelight to flicker violently. He looked at himself in the mirror, his deep blue eyes revealing resentment and stubbornness.

It was already late at night. After returning from the end of the corner, Li Lai De had been practicing hard in the room.

Li Laid memorized the entire Requiem in just ten seconds, but he couldn't imitate its unique and melodious tunes no matter what he tried... or rather, even if he occasionally got some tunes right by chance, it still didn't have the feel of the Requiem.

Compared to the aria Chen Ling sang in the Ruoshui Realm, it's worlds apart...

So, Li Laide could only continue practicing the basics.

Li Laide only took a break when his throat was dry and hoarse. He silently drank water, looked at himself in the mirror, and felt an indescribable sense of frustration.

at the same time,

A dark red lightning bolt silently streaked across the sky.

Li Leide was startled and immediately turned to look out the window. He could feel that the entire Xidao Ancient Collection seemed to tremble slightly with that figure, and a glimmer of light appeared in his dull eyes...

"You're back..."

……

"Junior brother, why have you been gone for so long this time?"

Ning Ruyu skillfully brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it to Chen Ling.

"After sending off the deceased in the Ruoshui Realm, I went to the Fusion Sect and gathered some materials... that's why I was delayed a bit." Chen Ling was indeed thirsty, and without being polite to Ning Ruyu, she picked up her teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Senior Brother, how is everything at the Ancient Tibetan Temple lately?"

“Everything else is fine…” Ning Ruyu thought for a moment, then spoke up, “It’s just that Li Lai De…”

"What's up with him?"

"He wants to learn the Requiem."

"And then?" Chen Ling was not surprised at all.

“Although you told us before that if he wanted to learn the secret techniques of opera, we could teach him… but Fourth Brother said that his talent is shockingly low.” Ning Ruyu sighed.

"How low?" Chen Ling immediately became interested. "Is it comparable to mine?"

"...Perhaps, even lower than you."

Chen Ling raised an eyebrow.

“That’s really bad news.” Chen Ling paused. “But it doesn’t matter… it doesn’t matter if he can sing a requiem.”

Ning Ruyu looked at Chen Ling for a long time, then sighed deeply:

"Junior Brother..."

“Now, even your senior brother can’t see through you… Tell your senior brother the truth, what are your true feelings for Li Laid? Do you intend to groom him as the next Red King, or…”

"Whether it's the Red King or anyone else, it doesn't matter." Chen Ling slowly put down her teacup, her tone utterly calm.

"As long as it can become humanity's last trump card, that's enough."

Ning Ruyu gave a bitter smile. "In your opinion, all of this may not be important... but for him, it is not so."