"The teacher won't play the corpse."
Qin Nuo calmly observed the unfriendly gazes of the little ghosts and said, "They're just cursed little ghosts, not the source of the curse. There's no need for the Blood-Eyed Ghost; a bone-crushing hamr is enough to teach them how to be proper ghosts."
The leader's eerie smile didn't waver as she continued, "Teacher, we really need a corpse. Why don't you play the part?"
"We're short on people."
Qin Nuo asked indifferently, "How do you think one should play a corpse?"
The leader tilted her head, seriously pondering, "A dead person, a dead person would definitely play it best."
Then she laughed, "But don't worry, we wouldn't really let you die, teacher. How could us kids be that twisted?"
Atu also approached and said, "Teacher, we have another scene coming up, and we need you to participate."
"Playing a corpse is easy. Just lie there."
Qin Nuo pondered for a mont and said, "Alright, I'll do it. But let make it clear, I have no talent for acting. Everything I do is awkward."
"No problem, we need to rehearse quickly, or we won't make it to the Children's Day performance!" Dafu said.
Children's Day performance?
Hasn't it already passed?
Qin Nuo was puzzled but said nothing, stepping onto the stage to let the little ghosts arrange him.
They brought over a chair and had Qin Nuo lean against it, staying still the entire ti.
It seed like he didn't need to do much, just changed his position to continue being an observer.
"Teacher, since you're a corpse, you can't talk or move in the middle. You can keep your eyes open; it's easy," Agai said as he returned with a bag of fake blood.
Qin Nuo's expression changed slightly, "Wait."
Before he could finish, the bag of fake blood burst, splattering all over Qin Nuo.
Looking at his now red-stained white shirt, Qin Nuo was full of helplessness, "I just washed this shirt."
Agai chuckled, "Teacher, doesn't our fake blood look realistic?"
Qin Nuo dipped his finger in it; it was sticky and had a strong scent of blood.
So prop teams use chicken or duck blood for realism, but Qin Nuo had been in the Horror World long enough to see too many bloody things and sll too much blood.
So he was sure this wasn't chicken or duck blood but human blood, just stored for too long without refrigeration, giving off a sour stench, very unpleasant and disgusting.
He then leaned back on the chair, calmly watching the little ghosts' second performance.
The second performance continued from the first, with the wife cheating and family conflicts escalating. But considering the child, the couple didn't divorce, instead maintaining the family by living independently.
A fractured family that never broke apart was often held together by the child's side.
The family had four mbers: Dafu and the leader played the parents, Dafu played the brother, and Atu played the younger brother.
"Whether it's the lines or the plot, it's too adult. Cheating and dostic violence can be part of a Children's Day program? That's too absurd."
"And what role does this corpse I'm playing serve? Just lying here, what's my character?"
"I might as well pretend to co back to life to add so humor to the skit."
Qin Nuo lay in a slouched position, finding the most comfortable way to sit.
In the skit, the relationship between the younger brother and the older brother was also terrible.
Atu looked dull, but in the skit, he seed like a different person, playing the younger brother with cunning, seeking parental sympathy, rejecting the brother, and even performing self-harm.
It was real self-harm.
Atu used a fruit knife to cut his wrist, blood gushing from the ruptured vessels, a joyful smile on his face, but when he faced his parents, he wore a different expression, loneliness and grievance seemingly etched on his face.
The family dynamics were not as simple as they appeared.
The mother favored the younger brother, ignored the older brother, while the father treated them equally but harbored naked murderous intent towards the wife!
Noticing this, Qin Nuo's eyelid twitched.
This seed familiar, this plot.
The scene quickly shifted, the spotlight falling on Dafu and the leader's argunt scene. It wasn't a heated argunt; the father was irritable, constantly smashing things, while the mother remained calm, but beneath the calm, there was a chilling feeling.
"I've been trying hard to maintain this family, to make it as perfect as possible. Don't ask for anything more."
Facing Dafu's irritability, the leader coldly spoke.
Dafu's face contorted, veins bulging on his flushed face, "When I find that man, you and he will die horribly!"
"Don't worry, you'll never find him," the leader gave a cold smile.
By this point, Qin Nuo was very sure.
This was the plot of Li Xiaoming's family!
The red-dressed girl playing the leader's role was mimicking Mo Fang, the lines almost identical.
"Is it a pure coincidence, or..."
Qin Nuo furrowed his brows.
So, the corpse he was playing was the third party, only the difference was that the cheating male was now female!
The argunt scene had a strong visual impact, the murderous intent in both parties' eyes suggesting that a real murder might happen on stage at any mont.
The play was long.
The closer it got to the end, the more uncomfortable Qin Nuo felt, because the plot completely matched Li Xiaoming's family.
Qin Nuo sat on the chair, his body starting to ache. He adjusted himself to lie in a more comfortable position.
This movent instantly killed the little ghosts' enthusiasm for continuing the performance.
Dafu, with a dark face, asked angrily, "Teacher, weren't you supposed to play the corpse? Why did you move? Is it that hard to play a corpse?"
Qin Nuo glanced at the ti and said, "I'm not a piece of wood. After sitting for over forty minutes, my body gets numb and sore."
"But you're a corpse, how can a corpse move?" the leader also chid in, her delicate face showing the faint ergence of corpse spots.
"It's just a performance, a slight movent is nothing. After death, the body can still twitch instinctively a couple of tis, it's no big deal, the audience isn't that strict."
Qin Nuo shrugged, unconcerned.
"But you're a corpse embedded in the wall, long dead, how can you move?"
"Because of your movent, we have to start all over again!"
The little ghosts seed obsessed with perfecting the skit.
Qin Nuo simply stood up, took off his glasses, blew on the lenses, and said expressionlessly, "You guys continue, I really don't have the heart for this."
"According to your standards, playing a corpse is indeed too difficult for ."
Dafu and the leader looked furious, a thick hostility spreading, the signs of ghostification deepening.
Agai and Atu, more easygoing, tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, let's take a break and continue later."
Though Dafu and the leader were upset, they took the opportunity to step down and went to rest.
Atu brought a bottle of mineral water over and handed it to Qin Nuo, "Teacher, have so water."
"Don't mind Dafu and the others, that's just their temperant."
"I'm not petty enough to argue with students."
Qin Nuo said as he unscrewed the cap, but didn't drink, instead looking at the stage, suddenly asking, "I want to ask, where did you get the script for this skit?"
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