The Story of a Spoiled Daughter Raising a Husband

In fact, after each drama class performance, there would be a general announcement about what would be launched next. Yun Yatou would also give some hints after each performance, which made the guests have high expectations for the special form that would be launched next.

The day after it was confirmed, all the announcements became clearer and more details were revealed, which drew cheers from the guests. Word spread quickly, and on the day of the performance, the teahouse was already full of seats to meet the demand of all the fans.

Seeing this unprecedented situation, the boss couldn't stop smiling. Regardless of whether they needed anything else, just one cup of tea per person would earn him more money than before. He quickly instructed his servant to set out many empty chairs for the customers who didn't have seats.

When Zhen Rui sat down in the center of the stage, the people sitting below were shocked. They didn't know what was going to happen, but they thought it was just a simple opening and were looking forward to what would happen next. However, they did not expect that Zhen Rui would just sit in the center of the stage like a storyteller.

She began the storytelling performance that she had rehearsed countless times before, recounting the content that had been repeatedly on her mind these past few days, but it felt very different from before.

Even though I had told stories in some teahouses before, I had never had so many audience members. Looking at the almost overflowing room, I felt not only anticipation but also an unusual nervousness.

They spoke with great concentration, and even modified and supplemented what they had said before when they thought of better content.

The guests were stunned for a moment as Zhen Rui told stories on stage. The regular guests, although somewhat puzzled, simply assumed that the play was not yet ready and that the storytelling was a way to make up for the gap. Although they were a little dissatisfied, they did not have much of an emotional reaction in order to see something they were looking forward to.

However, those guests who came for the first time because of the reputation, who originally came to see the new performance style that they had been promoting for so long, were instead shown a storytelling performance. Although it is undeniable that the storyteller's words were novel, they were not what they had expected, and their emotions were all affected.

The boss was somewhat surprised by the situation. He hadn't known about this before, and it had changed so much in such a short time, so different from what he had seen before.

But looking at Tong Qian and the troupe leader sitting to the side, their faces still so calm, he could only sit there anxiously, repeatedly thinking in his mind what he should do to keep so many customers and not lose too much money.

While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Zhen Rui, even though he was engrossed in what he was saying, still handed the stage back to the drama troupe when it was time for him to leave.

The audience watched Zhen Rui's actions with many questions in their hearts, but they were still hoping for a possible "miracle." When they saw those familiar faces come out, they breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the next performance.

After the drama students took the stage, they faced the seemingly unfavorable situation in their best condition. However, this was still a situation they had anticipated. In this state, they performed scenes they had practiced countless times, and everyone expressed what they thought in their hearts to the best of their ability.

The guests looked at the scenes that were somewhat similar yet different, and seemed to understand something, but they couldn't quite figure out what it was trying to express. However, when the play was nearly halfway through, some people realized that what they were performing was what the storyteller had just mentioned, but which hadn't yet been explicitly stated.

After someone noticed this different expression, such comments naturally spread in the lobby. Whether they were regulars or first-timers, they were all drawn in by the emotions in the play. Just when they thought the performance was about to end, the play, which they had previously disliked, was performed again.

When the play reached this point, Zhen Rui rejoined the playwrights while they were rehearsing. The actors seemed to freeze in place, remaining in the same pose as Zhen Rui had just taken, the same pose he had last spoken when he left.

As Zhen Rui's voice slowly rang out, the people in the drama troupe were methodically changing the scenes behind them, but without any sense of them overshadowing the main character. It was as if everyone had become Zhen Rui's Beijing, performing for him. After Zhen Rui finished speaking, he left everyone with his back turned, as if he was still not satisfied, or perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement.

Meanwhile, the drama troupe members were performing what Zhen Rui had said before, seemingly depicting it while also supplementing it. There was no sense of repetition at all. Some people who had seen the play before were even drawn into the situation and felt the emotions along with them.

At the end, Zhen Rui also joined in the closing styling of the drama class performance, as if the two performances were originally one, and there was never any such thing as two separate performances as others had said.

Those watching below were also stunned by the scene. They had never seen storytelling and drama combined so well before. It was as if drama or storytelling, as a single form of expression, did not exist at all. It was as if this kind of expression had always existed.

Especially for those guests who had never been before, when they saw this form of performance, they felt that what they had said about plays being good, and that those who had always insisted that plays had replaced storytelling were completely inappropriate, were completely wrong. Only this kind of performance was what they preferred.

They simply forgot how disappointed they felt at the beginning of the event, and they also forgot who had expressed such strong dissatisfaction.