Chapter 77: Still Quite Playful
The Rising Sun Theater Group stepped onto the stage.
Their bizarre outfits quickly grabbed everyone’s attention.
Many citizens who were munching on street food out of curiosity wondered what they were up to.
Another intense big-eating competition? Or perhaps an exciting and colorful chef battle?
But there was no announcement.
Seeing the array of people on stage, it didn’t seem like they were about to perform something related to food.
Next, the lights flickered, and a teenage girl wearing a formal gown emerged at the center of the stage.
As everyone speculated what she would do next, a spine-tingling beautiful song drifted out of her throat.
“Ah~♬”
The audience gathered around, instantly getting goosebumps and captivated by the song.
“This voice… marvelous! If not for the rich street aromas, I’d have thought I was in a music entertainment district!”
“Is this a songstress? Why are you in a food entertainment district? Shouldn’t you be in a music entertainment district?”
“Perhaps the organizer invited her here. Listening to such music while eating can indeed be one of life’s joys.”
Crowds rushed over with bowls and chopsticks, even customers inside shops poked their heads out, holding shop bowls, to listen and watch the fun.
Thus, the foundation for the Rising Sun Theater Group’s audience was solidified.
The opening singer’s performance trumped any advertisement.
Her voice was a world treasure, resonating deeply with hearts. Her empathetic skills were top-notch, making the best start possible!
With her around, the group never worried about lack of audiences during shows.
In no time, the crowd filled the space below the stage.
All eyes were on the singer, filled with awe and curiosity.
Entertainment area dwellers often indulge in multiple activities: someone who loves both food and games will shuttle between the two, same logic applies—people mix and match.
Many present loved both food and music.
Hearing such high-quality live performances in the food entertainment area was truly delightful.
The Night Watchers arrived punctually.
Black Yang and his gang blended into the crowd, observing the figures on stage, equally engrossed in the singer’s song.
“Phew… This singer reminds me of where I’ve heard her before—is it just my imagination?” Black Yang rarely listened much to songs, and even when he did, it was occasional. His sensitivity to music was lower than many people’s.
“Hmm…”
Ice Lixie nodded in thought.
She had heard plenty of songs and was more musically versed than Black Yang, distinguishing similar voices was within her capability.
“Her singing rivals that of a world-renowned songstress. If our current world songstress, Qing Liao, were to judge, her approval wouldn’t be low.”
Another point not mentioned: Ice Lixie felt her voice reminded her of the former retired world songstress who left behind a familiar feeling.
Having listened to numerous songs by the old songstress, many comparisons came naturally.
What relationship does the stage singer have with the ex-world songstress?
Ice Lixie grew more puzzled and felt as though some force was blocking her thoughts.
Perhaps, the singer doesn’t want anyone digging into her secrets.
Supernova Star Eclipses’ power to manipulate reality wasn’t under Night Watchers’ jurisdiction.
Those mighty powers aren’t anything everyone could resist.
Back to reality.
The singer’s voice began to fade. The crowd applauded, setting aside their food momentarily.
This kind of voice warranted such applause.
Onstage, the singer retreated, seemingly waiting for the main show to commence.
Night Star remembered it was the announcer’s moment to host.
However, that certain Mo Rabbit seemed absent. Would Group Leader have to step in for her duties?
Quite negligent.
At this moment, a figure appeared behind Night Star, swiftly passing her to reach the stage.
“Eh?”
Night Star was startled, looking at the announcer who had suddenly appeared.
“Whoa, when did she get here?”
The announcer stood in the middle of the stage, addressing the crowd.
“Next, please enjoy the wonderful performances prepared by the Rising Sun Theater Group. During this process, if these acts bring you satisfaction and joy, do show your support with applause and cheers.”
Immediately, the weather darkened, creating a new atmosphere.
Curious, the audience marveled at the change.
The Night Watchers recognized what it was.
Black Yang stroked his chin.
“This is an effect from a Star Eclipses, right? It seems we’ve been pulled into an isolated space. As the creator of this space, the announcer has the authority to alter and enhance the stage effects at will.”
Black Yang’s sharp reaction and analytical skills were unsurprising, given his reputation as a Sunlight Night Watcher.
Mo Qianmeng murmured with a light taunt, “To use Star Eclipses power for stage effects, that announcer sure knows how to play around.”
Black Yang nodded in agreement.
“It’s creative; no panic-inducing effects involved. They couldn’t care less, but I’m feeling quite a bit stressed out.”
If possible, Black Yang would rush up and grab the announcer’s collar to warn her not to go overboard.
But considering the friendship angle, it seemed trivial, after all, it won’t disrupt order.
Mo Qianmeng stared intently at the announcer, bothered by her words in the previous battle.
Regardless if she was a target or not, she was still infuriating.
Back to the stage.
After her speech, the announcer left, and the audience knew what was happening.
Knowing it was part of an ongoing theater tour, they were happy to participate.
If one member’s voice was so melodious, other members’ performances must be commendable too.
This boosted the anticipation among the audience.
Night Star, curious, asked the returning announcer, “When did you get here?”
“Just now. I remembered the group was performing today, so I came along.”
“Pffft, you finally showed up. If you missed another performance, I’d doubt Group Leader would keep you in the group,” Night Star remarked dryly.
Book Yao, standing beside Night Star, studied the black-haired loli suspiciously.
Through Night Star, Book Yao learned that there was a mysterious group member—a seemingly elusive announcer.
Often, Night Star would mention “Mo Rabbit,” potentially her real name.
Book Yao found it surprising how cute the announcer looked, with a cute name, making it hard to associate her with a theater member. She resembled a princess in a story.
That initial impression stuck.
