I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Compared to the small space in the dressing room, the space behind the stage is obviously much larger. It is like a long and deep corridor, and the ceiling is extremely high. People walking inside can hear the faint echo of their footsteps.

Looking up, I saw countless dresses hanging from the ceiling, which was at least fifteen meters high. They swayed slightly in the breeze, like hanged ghosts.

Serabelle noticed that there were some relatively heavy European medieval armors among them.

He raised his chin: "Are those things just hanging like this?"

"Yeah, generally speaking, the costumes and props of this kind of opera house are hung like this. They are only put down if someone rents them. After all, it takes up a lot of space if they are placed on the ground." Keith explained enthusiastically.

Then he reached out and grabbed a thick hemp rope that was hanging from above and tied to a protruding iron hook on the floor near the wall, and shook it with a little force.

"You see, they are all tied up with these very strong ropes, so there is no need to worry about them falling down or anything like that."

"Oh haha~"

Snapped.

Just as he finished speaking, a faint sound like a thread breaking was heard in the air.

The others were still completely unaware, but Serabelle's whole body shook, and her eyes suddenly opened as if she had a dazed look on her face that seemed like she would never wake up.

Without any hesitation, he turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to catch a glimpse of a barely detectable silver light flashing in the darkness.

The next second, a heavy object fell from above his head with a roar.

Chapter 90 A Kiss

Accidents always come so suddenly.

In the last second he was shaking the rope confidently saying that there would be absolutely no problem, and in the next second a knight's armor weighing dozens of kilograms fell on his head.

Fortunately, the props hanging above were arranged densely enough, and the knight's armor, which lost its support due to the broken rope, hit many objects on the way down. The tinkling sound quickly aroused everyone's vigilance.

"That's...be careful, something is going to fall from the top!"

Chrissie Wynyard was the second person to react. She squinted her eyes and looked upwards. She immediately spoke loudly to signal everyone to get out of the way, while she quickly retreated to the back.

At this time, Yukiko and the others also reacted. Although they didn't know what exactly happened, their body's subconscious perception of danger made them involuntarily move aside from where they were. At the same time, they raised their heads and looked at the ceiling. When they saw the falling set of knight armor, their pupils couldn't help but shrink.

If such a big lump of iron falls on someone, wouldn't that person be killed?

Thinking of this, he walked back faster.

But at this moment, a cry for help was heard, which sounded between fear and despair.

"Help...my skirt...Ahh!!!"

That was Rose, who had been in the dressing room with the other two, surrounding Chris Wynyard to ask for her autograph.

As the rehearsal was approaching, they were now wearing aristocratic formal dresses that they would wear when they went on stage to perform. The skirts were long and loose. Under normal circumstances, if they were not giant women over 1.9 meters tall, it would be impossible to see their ankles when they walked.

In other words, she basically walked with her skirt dragging on the ground.

It's beautiful and elegant, but also dangerous.

It could be said that as if it were raining heavily, at this moment, a corner of her skirt was hooked on the raised corner of a metal signboard that was fixed to the floor with screws.

Logically speaking, in this situation, at the very least, she could have just pulled the hem of the skirt out at the risk of damaging her clothes. But I don't know if it was because she was so scared that her hands were too weak in the emergency, or if the quality of the skirt was just too good, but she couldn't have pulled it off at once.

Like a dog whose movements were restricted by a collar, the blonde actress turned pale in an instant and could only watch in despair as the danger approached at lightning speed, as if she would die in the next moment.

The other members of the troupe were also dumbfounded, especially Kishi, who had been acting like a warm-hearted man just a few seconds ago and vowed that he would never fail. At this moment, a look of struggle and hesitation appeared on his handsome face.

If he swooped up from this distance, he could certainly save Rose, but he might also be injured.

Should we save him? Or should we not?

Danger never gives people too much time to struggle.

At the critical moment, a hand reached out from the side, grabbed the former's arm, and pulled hard.

stab-

There was the sound of cloth tearing, and a piece of torn skirt was left in place.

The next moment, the heavy iron armor fell from the sky and finally landed on the ground, instantly submerging the corner of the skirt stuck in the crack of the floor.

Then a deafening roar echoed through the space behind the stage.

Boom! ! !

The kinetic energy generated by falling from a high altitude was so great that everyone even felt the ground beneath their feet shake violently, and cracks spread out along the wooden floor with the landing point as the center.

Dust filled the air and sawdust scattered everywhere. A helmet that fell off a knight's armor fell heavily to the ground and bounced high. The deformation caused by gravitational potential energy was transformed into terrifying elastic potential energy, causing it to fly out like a cannonball.

And in the next second, he was kicked away by a leg that came out of the smoke.

A few seconds later, as the dust cleared, Serabelle retracted her kick, turned to look at the blonde actress who was still in shock behind her, and nodded in greeting.

"Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay..."

Rose shook her head dumbly.

"That's fine."

After saying this, without even turning her head to thank Yukiko, Serabel returned to her side.

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But this calmness was broken in the next second.

A soft and slender arm that should belong to a beautiful and dignified lady casually hooked over from the side, and at the same time, fingertips emitting an inexplicable fragrance touched the cheek.

Yukiko sounded like she wanted to laugh and pretend to be fierce at the same time, but she gritted her teeth in a completely cute voice.

"Your performance just now was very cool. Tell me the truth, why are you so skilled? Do you often show up when girls are in trouble and save them like a hero?"

"how could it be possible……"

The young man held his forehead with his hand helplessly.

Then, with her hand on her forehead, Serabelle glanced secretly at Chris Wynyard beside her, but found that the other party seemed to be looking at her, so she immediately and decisively looked away.

In fact, he doesn't really care whether anything happens to the actress or not.

On the one hand, such a huge lump of iron falling from the sky can easily cause death. On the other hand, if someone really dies, it may become a criminal case.

The purpose of their visit to New York this time is to find out whether Chris Wynyard is really a member of the Black Organization. This is the absolute top priority. It will be very troublesome if it is disrupted by other messy things.

However, it was obvious that Yukiko would never let him go so easily. After pouting and muttering softly that men's mouths are deceitful, she held her cheeks with both hands like a big girl and looked in the direction of the actress who was being comforted by others.

"Ah~ I'm so envious. It's a great honor to be saved by a handsome young hero like Sera-kun. I want to experience this too, but it's a pity that someone won't give me this chance~"

God? Give me a chance in this matter...

Serabelle recalled a joke she had seen online before, which mocked the way screenwriters write romance dramas for the sake of being sentimental.

The general meaning is that a girl and a boy were driving for fun, and suddenly the boy stopped the car without any warning, and ordered the girl to get out of the car immediately without giving any explanation. So the girl angrily deleted all her Moments and photos with the boy. As a result, the next day the girl heard that the boy died in a car accident because he drove the car into a wall.

It turned out that the boy noticed there was a wall in front of him that day, so he had to stop the car temporarily and saved the girl's life before crashing into the wall.

So how can we give this kind of thing a chance? Will he also go find a wall...

Serabelle couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Just as he turned his head and deliberately avoided Yukiko's gaze, a broken hemp rope came into view in the distance, lying quietly on the ground. The broken end seemed too smooth and did not look like it had been torn apart due to years of disrepair.

Could it be...

Just as Serabelle was thinking about going forward to take a closer look, Yukiko suddenly closed the distance again, and her warm and moist breath hit her ears as she spoke.

"Hey, if my sister was in danger, would Sera-kun come to save me like this?"

"If you want to be a bodyguard... sure, but you'll have to pay extra." Serabel squinted.

"It's vulgar to talk about money, isn't it?"

Yukiko pouted, still half jokingly.

"How about a kiss instead?"

“I don’t think so,” said Serabelle.

I think it's OK...

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Chapter 91 American Iai!

Although a small accident happened, the rehearsal still has to go on.

After all, the tickets have been sold and the show will officially start tomorrow. If we are not well prepared and something goes wrong on the stage, we will be finished.

Ten minutes later, as the official staff of the opera house arrived and began to inspect the fallen armor, the hole in the floor, and the rope that caused the armor to fall, Serabelle and others left the backstage.

The rehearsal was about to begin, so after saying hello to the four actresses, Keisuke went straight back to the dressing room to do the final touches of makeup.

Serabelle, Yukiko, and Chris came to the fan-shaped auditorium surrounding the peninsula-shaped circular stage, and randomly chose a seat facing the stage for the best viewing experience.

Yukiko sat in the middle. She seemed particularly expectant. After sitting down, she rubbed her whole body in the seat, and the bright smile on her face seemed like petals dancing around her.

At the same time, several staff members at the front of the auditorium ran quickly. One person was holding something like a thermal bucket in his hand, and the other two were carrying a huge mirror. After they came to the stage, they opened a An iron trapdoor on the stage floor located slightly back from the center.

It was like opening a well.

One of the staff members first climbed down the ladder to the bottom of the stage, and then the person above handed him the thermal bucket, and then blocked the mirror in front of the hole.

Yukiko came closer, grinning and humming smugly.

"You know, that's dry ice. It will evaporate into smoke on the stage to create atmosphere."

"Oh."

Serabelle answered perfunctorily.

He actually didn't care much about how the stage play would be performed later, just like he didn't care much about whether the previous armor falling from a high altitude was a pure accident or someone did it deliberately.

But it was obvious that Yukiko was very dissatisfied with his reaction.

"…Hey, what do you mean by 'oh'? Are you not looking forward to the performance later at all, Sera-kun?"

"No, I'm looking forward to it."

Serabelle turned her head and looked at her seriously, her eyes showing sincerity, but her tone was completely condescending.

After looking at each other for two seconds, Yukiko's mouth twitched silently.

"Forget it, forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Then he turned around, curled his lips and muttered something like "What a fool!"

Hearing this mutter, Chris, who had been silent on the left since she sat down, glanced sideways at this "old friend of her mother" and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up.

The rehearsal began soon.

As the sacred and melodious music sounded in the performance hall, the lights shining on the audience seats gradually dimmed, while the lights on the stage became brighter.

Twenty seconds into the show, the background music included the sounds of birdsong and dew drops, and the four actresses who had gone to the dressing room to do their final touches of makeup took turns to appear in costumes from Greek mythology, dressed as goddesses from mythological stories.

Serabelle yawned silently to show that she was about to fall asleep.

Yukiko was watching with great interest. Noticing someone next to her looked drowsy, she came over and poked his cheek with her fingertips.

"How about it, can you guess which allusion this is?"

"I don't know. I can't guess it at all. So I feel very bored."

Serabelle shook her head and yawned a second time in a very embarrassing way.

Stage plays are somewhat similar to fan fiction, as most of them are based on allusions or mythological stories and have actors play out characters in the performances.

However, this method of expression is really too old-fashioned. It is already very backward in the 21st century, and is basically rubbed to the ground by later movies.

There are no special effects, no camera movements or editing, no means of creating visual impact, and there is nothing fancy at all. It all depends on the actors' acting skills and dialogue skills, so it has gradually become a niche.

Yukiko enthusiastically explained: "This is actually the legend of the golden apple in Greek mythology. Yes, it's the golden apple that Sharon mentioned briefly in the dressing room before."

"...Sharon?" Serabelle asked in confusion.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue. I meant to say Chris."