Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

This person... looks like Afeng. Was Afeng also sucked into the mirror?

But, but Afeng is the most serious one, you could even say he is a bit old-fashioned, he wouldn't do this... shake his butt.

But she wouldn't even dare to do that in her dreams, so she immediately slapped herself to wake herself up, but her eyes were still glued to the actress.

Okay, that's weird...

But it's still pretty good-looking, let's take another look.

The lights in the studio were bright, shining on the pearls and jade in the actress's hair, which was a bit dazzling as her body swayed.

Jingzhi, however, felt that the two dark dots in his eyes were more eye-catching. Her gaze traced his eyes, nose, and mouth inch by inch, and then gradually moved downwards -

Uh, my neck is blocked by the high collar, so I can’t see anything.

Then it moved down to the extremely standard orchid finger pinching his waist.

She closed her eyes and the corners of her mouth twitched. This person... couldn't be Afeng.

Jingzhi felt a little discouraged. She clutched the crimson curtain beside her and just stretched her head out to confirm, when a big hand grabbed her collar and dragged her to the back. The music gradually faded away.

She was dragged back a few steps and instinctively reached back to grab the person. The person immediately let go and took two steps back. A familiar voice rang out:

"It's me. There's a performance going on outside. Don't go out too much."

Jingzhi turned around and saw that it was the class owner. His brows gradually furrowed.

"Is something wrong?"

As she spoke, she turned around and took a few steps forward eagerly, wanting to lift the thick curtain that covered her tightly and take a look outside.

"Don't go, I have something to talk to you about."

She stopped walking, frowning inwardly, feeling impatient:

"……What's up?"

The class owner raised a stack of papers in his hand and said solemnly:

"I've thought about it. If you want to join the troupe, it would be safer to sign a contract. I have a spare one here. Take a look."

"That's it..."

Tsk, what is coming will come.

He walked over and handed the deed to Jingzhi:

"These contracts come in long-term and short-term forms, as well as a contract to buy out a person directly. Take a look. Which one do you want to sign?"

As he said this, he licked his fingers, pulled the indenture contract between them out twice, and hid it behind his back.

After all, she had done him a favor before, and he couldn't treat her like that.

The contract was written with a brush, and the handwriting was vigorous and flamboyant. She felt that it looked familiar for some reason, but the whole text was written in classical Chinese, which gave her a headache.

She glanced at the boss with his hands behind his back, walked silently to the innermost dressing table and sat down, pushed the paint in the middle to the side, laid it flat and looked at it carefully with the help of the oil lamp. After looking for a while, she glanced at the boss secretly again, but was caught red-handed.

"Why? Can't you read?"

The class owner's heart skipped a beat. He had thought that even if her family had fallen on hard times, she would have been taught by a teacher. Could it be that she was the spoiled daughter of a poor family?

"...No, it's not."

Jingzhi hesitated, but was thinking in her heart that she didn't want to sign either of the two documents. The ten-year one was fine, but this one-year one... Was she going to have to stay here for a whole year?

Afeng and the children are still waiting for her!

The more she thought about it, the tighter she pursed her lips, and the deeds made a slight sound when she was clenched.

Seeing her like this, the troupe owner had no choice but to explain. He pointed to the entrance of the stage:

"Did you see that actress just now? This time I want you to take care of him. Although he looks delicate, he has a very righteous mind. I'm afraid he won't agree, so..."

Jingzhi glanced at him quietly, then looked outside through the curtain:

"So you should just strike first. The boss...what's her name?"

After all, is this her Afeng?

Seeing her response, the class owner felt that there was a chance, and he enthusiastically introduced:

"His name is Liang Erdi, the lead singer of Hua Dan. More than half of the audience tonight came here just for him. Don't worry, if you help me take good care of him, I'll give you a raise later."

Jingzhi was a little dazed. Whether she was paid or not didn't matter. But the name sounded like a girl's name. Her heart sank instantly. Thinking of something, she raised her head and asked hurriedly:

"Does she have any older brothers or younger brothers?"

The class leader tapped his forehead, tutted, and hesitated for a few steps before thinking for a while and saying:

"I don't think I've heard him say that."

Jingzhi slumped down suddenly, lying on the table looking at the short contract, and finally sighed:

"...I'll sign for one year."

Since Erdi looks so much like Afeng, we should be able to find some clues by following her.

"Okay, okay." The class leader was relieved and looked happy. He immediately took out the pen and ink.

Jingzhi froze again.

Mao, calligraphy, she had seen Afeng write before, but she was used to using a ballpoint pen, if that didn’t work... charcoal pencil would also be fine!

She swallowed and glanced at the owner of the business beside the oil lamp, only to see that he was staring at her eagerly.

She coughed lightly, straightened her neck, took the brush, turned her back, and fiddled with it for a long time...

Just when the class owner was confused and thought she was quitting, she handed over a piece of paper, her face slightly red, and ink marks on her first three fingers:

"Write it. I'll give it to you when I'm done."

The boss glanced at her fingers, then at the three large characters written like dogs in her hand. These three characters stood out at the bottom left of the beautifully and neatly written contract.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and the beard on his lips moved with his breath. He almost laughed out loud, so he quickly turned his back and said with a held breath:

"Okay, okay, I'll go put it away. You sit here and wait. The show will be over soon."