Chapter 189

The corners of several people's mouths twitched wildly, all barely holding back the urge to curse out loud.

Last time they let you be a musician, you took a freebie gig and became a suona grandmaster.

This time it's even better—they let you be a musician again, and you actually leveled up?

Not going to be a suona grandmaster anymore, but the master of the suona master's master?

And you still have to record teaching materials for the suona master who took the freebie gig?!

Can't you do something a normal person does for once?

Xiao Yueyue took several deep breaths, barely managing to pull himself back to something resembling normal.

He turned to Deng Ziqi and laughed dryly.

"Heh heh... Sister Ziqi, uh... leave the tea-pouring and water-serving jobs to me."

"Before I did crosstalk, I was a restaurant server. I'm familiar with this stuff—don't let anyone steal it from me..."

"Me too!" Liu Tianxian cut in.

"The shoulder-kneading and back-slapping job is mine..."

"No way!" Boss Yang cut him off directly, her face full of suggestions.

"The shoulder-kneading and back-slapping has to be mine, because I have experience!"

"I often give Reba massages, and every time she feels really comfortable..."

Hmm?

Countless curious, probing gazes instantly turned toward Boss Yang.

Did I eat too much macadamia nuts? Why did my mind instantly go somewhere dirty?

Uh, did you wear lace today?

Boss Yang hadn't yet realized what she was saying, just staring fixedly at Deng Ziqi, not backing down one bit.

Liu Tianxian silently held up a thumbs-up.

You're something else—how dare you say something like that?

To avoid recording funeral music, you really went all out, huh.

I, Liu Tianxian, am ashamed to admit I'm outmatched!

Sighing, Liu Tianxian finally retreated in defeat.

"Fine then, shoulder-kneading and back-slapping is yours, tea-pouring and water-serving is mine. Let's happily settle it this way."

Xiao Yueyue heard this and immediately panicked.

"You two..."

"Hmm?"

"You two sisters, you can't be so unreasonable! I reserved this first! First come, first served..."

"Ladies first, understand?" Liu Tianxian's gaze at Xiao Yueyue was full of threat.

"Do you want Immortal Sister's Million Guardians Vajra to come have a little chat with you?"

"Wah..." Xiao Yueyue finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into loud wailing.

While crying, he still stubbornly talked tough.

"Are you bullying people like this? You think only you have fans? You think I don't have fans?"

"You think the legendary Deyun Girls are vegetarians?"

"If you push me too far, watch out, I might just..."

Before he could finish, Boss Yang suddenly drifted over with a quiet line.

"Speaking of which, those Deyun Girls—do they want to see you serve tea and pour water more?"

"Or do they want to see you record funeral music more?"

Gah... Xiao Yueyue's crying stopped in an instant.

After a moment of blankness, he burst into loud wailing once again.

This crying was simply heartbreaking to hear, tear-inducing to smell.

You're right, you're so damn right!

The Deyun Girls—they're famous for being good at digging up material, picking up cues, filling in for crosstalk on stage, and watching performers embarrass themselves!

With a chance this good to roast Xiao Yueyue, you think they'd stand by idly?

No! Not only would they not stand by idly, they'd add fuel to the fire!

What's fun about serving tea and pouring water?

Go record funeral music!

"Pah! Damn Da Mimi, how can you just blurt out everything?"

"Don't you know that once this gets out, it's super easy for people to misunderstand?"

In a photo studio, Reba held her phone, her delicate face instantly turning red.

But... Da Mimi giving me a massage?

Sounds kind of interesting...

"Teacher Reba, time for the next set!"

A photographer nearby called out loudly.

"Coming, coming!"

Reba hurriedly tossed her phone aside and ran in front of the camera.

A moment later, the photographer's exclamation of surprise rang out from the studio.

"Oh my, Teacher Reba, those two blushes on your face look very natural!"

"Awesome! This set of photos is sure to be the peak of my career!"

"Hurry up and shoot, the sooner we finish shooting the sooner I can get a massage…"

"Hmm?"

"…The sooner we finish shooting, the sooner I can… go install a motorcycle…"

……

Su Meng watched Xiao Yueyue crying so miserably, and his heart couldn't bear it either.

"Xiao Yueyue, stop crying. Since they don't want you, come with me."

Wah wah wah… Xiao Yueyue cried even more miserably.

"Little Uncle-Master, you want me to record a funeral dirge? You say it like it's nothing!"

"I'm a crosstalk performer. The audience laughs the moment they see me—that's what I pursue."

"But now, if I go record a funeral dirge, the audience will want to cry the moment they see me. What's that all about?"

In many people's minds, a scene instantly appeared.

Xiao Yueyue walks onto the stage and bows.

"Apprentice Xiao Yueyue takes the stage and bows."

The audience below instantly erupted into a wave of enthusiastic crying.

"Good… wah wah wah… Xiao Yueyue really is too cry-worthy… the moment I see him I want to cry."

"Why is this crosstalk piece so cry-worthy today… wah wah wah…"

"Wah wah wah… crying me to death…"

Is this the Deyun Crosstalk Club, or the Deyun Funeral Parlor?

The moment they pictured this scene, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

Terrifying! Way too terrifying!

……

Holy crap!

Su Meng nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Speaking of which, is the impression I left you with a bit… off?

He gave a cold snort and said, frustrated that iron couldn't become steel.

"Look at what you've become!"

"I'm your uncle-master, would I screw you over?"

"I don't believe it!" Xiao Yueyue cut him off directly.