The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 26 Sister, don’t look back, it’s me!
In August 98, the Shanghai Grand Theater was finally completed and held its premiere, which naturally attracted many people who wanted to appear elegant.

As a client of HSBC, and having just completed the procedures for naturalization in Hong Kong, Liu Xiaoli was just waiting to go there for a tour so that she could officially become a Hong Kong citizen. So she bought a box ticket through them.

When she finally arrived, she was somewhat disappointed. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the decoration, as it was very French, for example, the fences on both sides of the box were solid.

However, the huge theater was only half occupied, and there were even fewer people in the boxes. Apart from where she was, there were only two people across from her and below.

Although she didn't buy tickets for the first performance, judging by the appearance of the show, it probably wouldn't be much more than a first performance. The newspaper actually boasted about its warm welcome.

Well, if you activate some of the exclusive capabilities, it will indeed be warmly welcomed.

The show started soon. It was "Turandot" rehearsed by the Magic City Theater. The large theater below was finally two-thirds full, but the box remained unchanged. After thinking about it, Liu Xiaoli pulled the curtain over part of the way.

After that day, she never met that little bastard again, and she felt a little relieved, so she came to the theater to relax.

However, as she watched, she felt upset for no reason. The various forms of expression were fine, but the core of the story seemed awkward no matter how she looked at it.

It's not surprising, after all, it was something imagined by the Italians. Although Liu Xiaoli danced ballet, her major was folk dance.

In the past, even if she felt uncomfortable, she would try hard to find the bright spots, but now she has already disenchanted with the West in the constant simulation of the future.

She stood up and tried to focus on the stage, but inexplicably thought of that little bastard.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and hugged her waist, making her shudder and her whole body tense.

This is a private room, the door is closed, and the other seats haven't been sold, so how could anyone else come in?!

However, the words that rang in her ears instantly softened her, and she almost collapsed in the other person's arms: "Sister, don't look back, it's me!"
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A very strange scene appeared in the theater. The beautiful woman in the top box on the right not only stood up excitedly while watching, but also burst into tears.

It’s really strange, who can be so excited when watching "Turandot"?

Of course, few people actually care. It's a rare opportunity to come to the Shanghai Grand Theater, so of course the focus should be on the performance. Who would care about the people in the box, let alone such a high box.

"Sister, I'm leaving." The little boy's voice rang out. Liu Xiaoli, who was lying on the toilet with her eyes covered, trembled slightly and her face flushed again.

When he put on her shoes, for a moment she didn't want him to let go of her feet.

In fact, the little bastard was reluctant to let her go. When he put shoes on her, he pinched her calves again and again.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

"Hmm?" Although the other party only replied with one word, the eagerness in his tone was not concealed at all.

"Give...give me the bag..." she said, trying to suppress her shame.

Soon, the lady's bag she was carrying was stuffed into her hand.

She opened it carefully, fumbled around inside for a moment, and finally pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper and stuffed it into the little bastard's hand: "In Beijing... In the Magic City... It's all fine..."

After saying that, she pushed the other person hard again: "Go away, go away!" Her tone was fast and urgent, as if she would regret it in the next second.

The door closed softly, and after a moment, Liu Xiaoli sighed and pulled down the handkerchief covering her eyes, then sobbed again, covering her face: "What a sin..."

The little bastard actually did this in public... and he had no idea... and was even taken to the bathroom...

The only thing she could do was to close her eyes tightly and not look at him, even covering her eyes with a handkerchief, although she didn't know why she was doing that.

Liu Xiaoli shuddered and tried hard to control herself from thinking about those embarrassing things that made her extremely happy. She tried to straighten her body and after making sure that there was no one outside for the time being, she began to tidy up her clothes.

However, as she was doing this, she noticed something and touched down, and her face suddenly turned red again.

Even so, she could only curse in shame and anger: "Little bastard!"

I can't stay in the theater anymore, I have to go back quickly. Fortunately, my skirt is long enough, so... no one should notice me.

However, when she tried to adjust her mood and make sure there was nothing wrong with her appearance, she came out of the cubicle and came to the washbasin, pretending to touch up her makeup and looked in the mirror, and was immediately stunned.

Liu Xiaoli touched her face in disbelief, then leaned over to take another closer look. Then, she leaned back on the table with lifeless eyes, looking as if she was about to cry but couldn't. "It's over, it's really over now."

She boasts that she takes good care of herself and never misses the necessary exercise. Although she is almost forty, her skin is still firm and delicate, and she looks only about thirty-four or thirty-five.

But now, when you gently tap her face, you can see that the smoothness like water is something that only women in their twenties can have, so she looks like she is in her early thirties at most.

"Oh my God, your system... which side is it on?!" Liu Xiaoli covered her face again. It turned out that this was the real effect of the second skill. When she thought of the word "special attack", she understood that she was tied up.

"No!" She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down. Her eyes were filled with determination. "I have to get both Lingfei and Erfei. I have to... find a replacement!"

At this moment, the instigator who was completely unaware of the situation was being criticized by his own father.

"It's a rare opportunity to come to the Grand Theatre and experience the elegance of art, but the person disappeared the moment you turned, and it took dozens of minutes to run. Is it really that fun?" The father's tone was full of disappointment, but at the same time he was in a very good mood. It had been a long time since he had such a good opportunity to scold his son.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Xu Jiuyang admitted his mistake very sincerely, and his whole body was filled with the aura of a sage.

Frankly speaking, when he saw the pretty figure of the young and mature sister in the aisle of the Grand Theater, although he was a little eager, he did not think too much about it. He was just going to go over and say hello to her because he left in too much of a hurry last time.

Of course, there has been no bad news since he ran away that day, which is why he was so bold.

Even though the Shanghai Grand Theater was built not long ago, its early management was very lax. The boxes were often full all year round, and service staff often watched shows in empty boxes after the show started, so he easily got in.

Who would have thought that it was just a bad taste that he wanted to play a joke to scare the younger sister, but he didn't expect her body to soften and push back, and things got out of control.

　This is the first round of recommendations, so remember to read it.

(End of this chapter)