The Spring Festival rehearsal lasted until the evening, more than four hours, and its rich content, grand scene, and high artistic value were all beyond Kevin's expectations. Among them, there are many saint-level powerhouses who participate in the performance, showing off their unique skills. You must know that it is unlikely that these people usually meet each other, let alone watch them perform.

Among them was the principal of Wang Li Academy, and Kevin was not surprised to see him here, because the school had always been a doppelganger. The principal came on stage alone, and the content of the performance was simple, and it was "raining".

Of course, it is not rain, but various objects. Teleport any item to the top through a space spell to make it fall, and when it is about to land, use a space spell to teleport to the sky, and repeat the cycle. The items to be teleported range from rag dolls, tables, chairs, benches, various cardboard boxes, and so on, and finally even the host. Let her experience the feeling of infinite fall.

Kevin doesn't know space spells, so he can't understand the difficulty, or maybe the principal is fooling around. But I have to say, in terms of feeling, it seems to be a little simpler than the others. However, I heard that in the end, the principal will use the rain to distribute candy to the whole city, which should be a climax.

It's a pity that the principal's performance ended, and the white light was directly transmitted, and Kevin couldn't go over to say hello.

At the end of the whole rehearsal, I have to say that although Kevin has traveled all over the world, he has been wandering around the bottom, and he has basically never seen these performances, which is very amazing. With his experience, ordinary people can only be more amazed.

Of course, if you want to talk about shortcomings, there must still be them. Kevin can still see that a large part of the reason why the stage performance is gorgeous is supported by the rapid progress of technology, and on the other hand, the willingness of the Holy Rank powerhouse to perform is also one of the big reasons. With their own strength, they can easily create a work that is difficult for others to surpass, and the process of making this work is amazing in itself.

However, those short stage plays are slightly inferior, and this aspect is purely supported by plot and acting skills, unlike large-scale songs and dances, which can be raised by a notch through direct progress in technology. In addition, the content of the plot is also heavily restricted, which must be taken into account that during the festival, it is a sky screening, and both men and women can watch it.

But even so, Kevin still thinks it is very good, after all, this is the first sky screening, and he is very satisfied with such a result. It's just that when the time comes, the teleportation array will be open for free, and if people from all over the country really crowd into the capital to see, I'm afraid it will be unimaginably congested, and the traffic may be directly paralyzed.

However, it is not expected that too many people will come, because according to custom, everyone usually stays at home during the New Year, and it is important to reunite with family. But it's hard to say, because now everyone is used to the teleportation array, and when it is convenient to come and go, maybe the whole family will come and see it as soon as they say hello.

The government must have planned for these problems, and this is not something that Kevin should be concerned about. Kevin's real concern is, does anyone really dare to feed here

Such an important national-level performance, when the time comes, dozens of saint-level powerhouses at home and abroad will gather at the scene, in this case, does anyone dare to change the script indiscriminately, and if someone really smashes it, then at least it will be seriously and thoroughly investigated, whether it is a mistake or intentional, whether there is a mastermind behind it, etc. With the energy of these people in the dog food distribution center alone, I am afraid that it will not be uprooted.

Taking a step back, this kind of scene performance, even if you make some small movements, is harmless. The lens itself can be changed, and the flaws are not hidden, and even if the audience sees it, they can basically understand it. And the risk taken by the offender is far greater than the actual significance of the offense.

After such an analysis, Kevin also has to wonder whether the so-called feeding plan is just a long-term strategy, an ideal vision that is far from reality

Even if they kill all the bull-headed students, the rehearsal will still be performed here, and it will not make a difference. It's a big deal that the principal's program is gone, everyone just has no candy to eat, what big impact can it have, and the price they pay is probably unbearable.

Kevin couldn't help but reflect, maybe from the beginning, he thought about the matter too seriously, but anyway, a large-scale event of this scale, if a small person like him is still needed to save or intervene, unless the upper echelons of the country are infiltrated into a sieve.

Back at school, it was late at night. Kevin didn't think much about it and went to bed. I still keep recalling the wonderful moments of this rehearsal in my mind, and I have some regrets in my heart, but it is difficult to keep such a performance. The duration of 4 hours cannot be preserved in the form of animated graphics, although only a few illustrations and a few paragraphs of text remain.

Suddenly, the light in the room changed, and a cold air poured in. Kevin suddenly stood up, and sure enough, the room was crowded with assassins again.

"The response was so fast. An assassin who seemed to have just come down from the window was amazed to see that Kevin was already sitting up.

"I'm not asleep," Kevin replied as he got out of bed and prepared to turn on the light.

One of the assassins hurriedly stopped: "Don't turn on the lights, we're not used to it." ”

"Okay," Kevin reluctantly sat back on the bed, "I went to see a rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala today, and I think it's impossible to do anything about it." Kevin then gave a general overview of what was going on today.

"Wow, spoilers ahead. An Assassin spoke.

Kevin: ""

"In fact, we met their leader during our expedition," one of the Assassins pulled back to the point, "and we didn't dare to go up and talk to him, because it was understood that the leader knew everyone's information, including names and identities. It's easy to get exposed when wearing only a dog hood. ”

"We tried to follow him, but the leader was stealthy, he entered the teleportation array, and teleported away. We can't chase that," the assassin said, "If we had investigative authority, we could track down where he teleported, but now it's a private investigation, and that's the limit." ”

Kevin nodded: "This leader is not the same as the casual style of the people below. ”

"But it's almost certain that it's someone from the Royal Academy," the Assassin replied, "and forget it, wait until you have the proof." ”

"But we heard another plan," the other assassin intersected, "they really don't have the ability to feed on the Spring Festival Gala, but not necessarily otherwise." ”

"Oh," Kevin came interested.

"As far as we know, feeding is a hard task given to them by their superiors, and if they can't complete it, then there will be no dog food," the assassin replied, "They didn't complete the task of making trouble, they didn't complete the task of driving the orc students away, and if they couldn't even feed the, they would be in trouble." ”

For this reason, they decided to build a stage and perform a play by themselves. And then," the assassin said and couldn't help but laugh, "and feed yourself to eat, hahaha"

"This has indeed fulfilled the task of their superiors," Kevin also smiled, "Is there a specific time, place, script, etc."

"Yes" The Assassin took out a form and handed it to Kevin.

Kevin took the form and was silent for a moment: "Can I turn on the light?"

The Assassins had no choice but to express their casualness. Turning on the magic lamp, Kevin quickly glanced at it: "It's half past twelve of the new year, and the venue is the theater near us."

"Is there a problem with this," the Assassins asked, "acting in the middle of the night, and it's a troupe with no reputation, and no one is watching it." They can only eat themselves. Hahaha. ”

"No," Kevin shook his head, "12:30 is not long after the Spring Festival Gala ended, and due to the sky screening, and people from all over the country gathered here, the road may be very congested. If you can't go back for a while, then the theater is likely to have a large number of people diverted. ”

The assassins suddenly became serious: "When the time comes, people will come anyway and sit down with the mentality of watching another drama." ”

"But what's the point of this" Some assassins asked rhetorically, "The Spring Festival Gala in front is very good, and then there is a feeding drama." This result can only make the Spring Festival Gala more lofty, which is contrary to their original purpose, they want to destroy our culture, and the result becomes a trust to us"

For a moment, everyone fell silent, trying to figure out the logic.

"I think we're thinking too much," one Assassin replied, "they don't care about that much, they're just completing a-feeding mission." When you're done getting dog food, don't think too wisely about them. ”

Kevin nodded: "Then what's their script?"

"Here," the assassin handed over another stack of papers, "this is already a transcription, and an excerpt from the Demon King's Invincible, this time it seems to be the story of the Demon King beating a cook." ”

Kevin muttered as he browsed quickly: "Is the Demon King invincible again, a demon king who lives a world-weary life, because he is invincible, so he can only tell jokes to make him feel that the world is still a little interesting, so that he gives up destroying the world." Oh, this time it's a cook who tells the joke."

"Yes, there are too many versions of the Demon King's Invincible, and the jokes told by each brave man can only theoretically last for a short time. As soon as time passes, the Demon King is bored again, and the world is about to be destroyed again, and a new brave man must appear. So there are an infinite number of versions that can be born in between. The Assassins also analyzed it carefully.

"And the more versions, the more innovations there are. In addition to the innovation in the jokes, there are also innovations in the battle plot, such as their script. The Assassin pointed out.

"I see it," Kevin said indifferently, "what kind of chef is good at plagiarism, the rice lumps he makes can blow up others, and he can copy anything with rice lumps." On the contrary, the demon king kept teaching the cook a lesson, and scolded him for fakes, but in the end, the demon king inadvertently ate rice lumps, which felt delicious, and then he was not tired of the world, and there was something messy."

"After all, they're going to feed the," the assassin replied, "The main character is a very templated character, and the Demon King is already familiar to everyone, so I guess their acting skills are also up for debate, and the performance must be very." ”

"No, I think they're scolding me. Kevin put down the manuscript, a little displeased.

The assassins were stunned, although Kevin had done a lot of shady things, but the Demon King angrily thought of Kevin, wouldn't it be too far-fetched

"It's not far-fetched, I do the same when I swear. Kevin replied calmly.

"It's not impossible, if that leader has a problem with you, or if the mastermind behind them has a problem with you," the Assassins nodded in acknowledgement.

"But it's weird," Kevin asked again, "don't they usually wear dog hoods, did they take off all of their acting this time?"

"No, they don't take it off," the Assassins replied, "and they perform with masks, and make this their specialty." ”

"If you say that, maybe they'll make a mask out of your facial features and taunt you on stage. An Assassin replied.

Kevin put down the manuscript, stood up and walked to the window: "Looks like we have something to do again." ”