thenovelthief Chapter 134 Escaping Backstage
Chapter 134 Escaping Backstage
In the shadows backstage, the air seemed to freeze.
Looking at the "deathly center position" of the class in front of him, which was so close, Jiang Bai felt more and more nervous and scared.
Gradually, the tension transformed into physical heat.
Cold sweat mixed with hot sweat, streaming down my back.
The heavy black overcoat felt like a quilt wrapped around his body, making it hard for him to breathe, and every pore on his body seemed to be screaming in protest.
"I can't take it anymore..."
"It's so hot! I'm suffocating!"
Jiang Bai acted impulsively, completely subconsciously, and reached out to rip off the black trench coat that had been covering him up completely.
"call--"
The trench coat slipped off and piled up at his feet.
however.
That is, in this very instant.
"hiss--!!!"
Behind them, the six fox-masked figures, who had been as quiet as chickens, suddenly let out a collective gasp, as if they were having a seizure.
Followed by.
Throughout the backstage waiting area, whether it was a female student touching up her makeup, a male student carrying props, or even a student council member passing by, everyone was busy.
Everyone froze.
Dozens of eyes, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, were fixed on Jiang Bai.
Under the lights.
Without the trench coat to cover them.
That striking outfit was laid bare to the elements.
The pure blue and white sailor uniform accentuates her slender yet upright waist.
Underneath that navy blue pleated skirt.
It was a pair of straight, slender legs tightly encased in white over-the-knee stockings.
The stockings clung tightly to the soft flesh of her thighs, creating a slightly sunken curve that formed a dizzying absolute territory between her and the short skirt.
White silk.
JK.
Divine appearance.
In addition, there's his extraordinary charm value of 12 points.
This is clearly a succubus straight out of an anime!
"Holy crap........"
A boy passing by dropped his milk tea on the ground, and it exploded with a loud crack.
"Are those legs... real?"
"When did the Shanghai Theatre Academy have a goddess of this caliber? How come we never noticed before?"
"Those white stockings... they're amazing! I think I'm going to get a nosebleed!"
Even the female students in the performing arts department, who were used to seeing beautiful women, were stunned at this moment, their eyes filled with pure amazement, without a trace of jealousy.
The gradually heating gazes around him, like beams of laser light, instantly snapped Jiang Bai out of his daze.
He suddenly came to his senses.
She looked at her exposed legs, then at the menacing stares around her.
boom!
It felt like a thunderbolt had exploded in my head.
"What the hell am I doing?!"
"I actually took off my trench coat?!"
"Is this guy trying to get himself killed already?!"
The fear instantly doubled!
This feeling of being watched by a crowd is even more terrifying than the fear of being discovered by my roommate!
Jiang Bai hurriedly bent down to pick up the trench coat from the ground and quickly wrapped it back around himself with the speed of a thief in the dark.
Buttons up! Collar up!
He wrapped himself up again, turning himself into a black rice dumpling.
"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen someone take off their clothes because they're hot?"
Jiang Bai glared fiercely at those around her, though with the help of her charm, the look seemed more like a coquettish pout.
But he knew it in his heart.
This place is no longer safe!
I originally hid backstage because there were too many people watching outside.
Now, the people backstage aren't watching the show anymore; they're all staring at him!
If we stay here any longer, someone might be bold enough to come up and chat us up, or even take pictures!
"No! It needs to be moistened!"
"It's too dangerous here!"
Jiang Bai turned his head and whispered to the six errand runners behind him who were still in a daze:
"What are you all standing there for!"
"Stay here, everyone! No one is allowed to wander off! And no one is allowed to take off their masks!"
"I'm going... I'm going to get some fresh air!"
Done.
Jiang Bai wrapped his trench coat tighter, looking like a guilty thief, and fled in panic along the small side door leading to the outside from the backstage area.
The moment I rushed out of the auditorium.
The night breeze outside felt on his face, and Jiang Bai felt like he had come back to life.
"That's terrifying..."
"The way those people looked at me was like they wanted to eat me alive."
"These white silk stockings... aren't they a bit too powerful?"
.........
at the same time.
Inside the auditorium.
The gala has officially begun.
"Respected leaders, distinguished guests..."
"In this crisp autumn season, we welcome..."
After the four hosts finished their emotionless, reciting-textbook-like opening remarks, the first program began.
A poem recitation with background music – "Hymn to Youth".
Ah, youth! You are a blazing fire!
Ah, youth! You are a song!
The four freshmen on the stage, dressed in cheap rented suits, were shouting awkward parallel sentences at the top of their lungs.
The background music was so mournful and desolate that it made people drowsy.
Old Zhang, the counselor sitting in the "emperor's seat" in the first row, shifted from side to side as if his buttocks had thorns.
He came with high expectations, after all, he wanted to show off to his wife about the "family member of a big star" in his class.
This initial blow completely stunned him.
"What the hell is all this...?"
Old Zhang covered his mouth, yawned, and tears welled up in his eyes.
His wife, who was standing next to him, frowned and leaned over to whisper:
"Old Zhang, is this the... spectacular gala you were talking about?"
"Why do I feel like it's no different from a performance at the Shanghai Theatre Academy decades ago?"
"When is Jiang Bai's sister finally coming out? I'm almost asleep."
Old Zhang looked at the program list in his hand and gave a wry smile:
"It's still early."
"She was the last one, the 18th."
"This is only the first one..."
"At this rate, it'll probably be past 9:30."
"9:30?!"
Upon hearing this, his wife nearly jumped out of her chair:
"Do I still want this back?"
"No, no, I can't sit still."
"Why don't we go? We can watch the recording at home, it's the same thing."
"No!"
Old Zhang quickly stopped him.
He brought his wife here today to show off that he has a "celebrity's spouse" in his class. If she just leaves like this, how embarrassing would that be?
Old Zhang's eyes darted around, and seeing his wife's impatient expression, he suddenly had a brilliant idea. He lowered his voice and said:
"Honey, don't you really like that Jiang Baizhi?"
"Last night when we were watching TV, you said you wanted to take a picture with her and hear her sing live."
My wife nodded: "Yes, that girl is pretty and sings beautifully, but we'll have to wait several hours..."
"No need to wait!"
Old Zhang waved his hand dismissively, a smug smile spreading across his face—a smile befitting the "privileged class."
"Who are we?"
"I'm a counselor at this school! Jiang Bai is my student!"
"Since we don't want to wait foolishly in the audience, why don't we just go backstage and find her?!"