Chapter 370

Fate Weaving

This voice interrupted Chen Ling's train of thought. He pondered in the room for a moment, still opening the room door.

At this moment, both his eyes were full of blood streaks. Anger, exhaustion, and helplessness revealed out from his gaze. Whole person standing weakly at the doorway,

"What matter?"

In front of the counter, was exactly the Beautiful Youth who asked him about glasses that day. He looked at Chen Ling blinking eyes, crisply asking:

"Boss, I want to play basketball."

"Ah?"

"Basketball ah." Beautiful Youth made an action of dribbling between the legs, "I want to play basketball, do you have it here?"

"...No."

Just when he was dejectedly preparing to leave, peripheral vision like seeing something, eyes slightly lighting up.

"Boss~"

"Again doing what?" Chen Ling was just planning to continue pondering his Third Tier skill, yet being interrupted, helplessly opening mouth.

"That basket still using? Can give it to me?"

Beautiful Youth pointed at an abandoned bamboo basket in the corner.

Chen Ling glanced over there one glance, casually waving hand, "Take it right."

Beautiful Youth happily carried the bamboo basket, then walked into the courtyard. Rapidly dismantling the bamboo weaving above, starting to interweave anew in his hands. Like performing a magic trick, not a while then weaving into a simple hollow round ball.

This youth's hands instead are quite dexterous.

An idea flashed past Chen Ling's mind, then withdrawing gaze, no longer paying attention to that youth.

Beautiful Youth alone ran to the backyard. Continuously tossing ball catching ball, playing extremely happily. Not a while another figure walked down the stairs, heading straight towards the courtyard.

Her voice once again interrupted Chen Ling's deep thought.

"Hello, excuse me have you seen my younger brother?" The one speaking exactly was the woman in green clothes together with the Beautiful Youth, voice elegant and gentle.

Chen Ling pointed at the backyard.

The woman in green clothes seeing the playing Beautiful Youth in the backyard, eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

"Why are you playing ball here again?" She walked to the Beautiful Youth's side. Raising hand grabbing the falling hollow bamboo ball in midair, in a deep voice opening mouth.

Beautiful Youth's hand grabbed empty. Quite unyieldingly widening eyes:

"I am not playing, I am playing basketball!"

"What you should do right now is studying painting, practicing dancing, and not wasting time playing ball here."

Hearing this dialogue. Chen Ling at the counter edge's eyelids drooped low. And didn't have the slightest interest raised... This kind of scene of parents teaching a lesson to children, whether it's before the Great Cataclysm or after the Great Cataclysm, all are the same.

"I don't like those things!" Beautiful Youth stiffened neck shouting.

"Bastard." The woman in green clothes' face was incomparably gloomy, "Don't know painting, also don't have a skill supporting your body, then have no future! You truly want to stay in this small town for a lifetime in the future?"

"On what basis playing basketball then isn't considered a skill? Have no future?"

"This era is exactly like this! Who have you seen can rely on playing basketball, to enter the Main City?"

"I don't care!" Beautiful Youth angrily shouted,

"Others cannot do it, I then cannot do it? I from childhood played basketball, I am good at this! This exactly is my skill!

I haven't learned painting dancing, also don't have this talent. Since it's like this, why can't I walk my own path? Do the things I am good at?"

"You!"

The Beautiful Youth's shouting sound was very loud. Even guests on other floors, all heard this sound. However it didn't arouse anyone's attention, just sighing a bit at the hot blood and persistence of youth.

And behind the counter, Chen Ling repeatedly interrupted train of thought by the Beautiful Youth and woman in green clothes, yet slightly shook.

Walking one's own path...

Don't know why, that youth said so much. These five words suddenly like a steel seal branded in Chen Ling's mind, lingering unable to wave away.

He subconsciously looked towards the backyard.

"Be yourself? How old are you? Do you have the ability to distinguish right and wrong?"

"Whether I can distinguish is it important?"

Beautiful Youth gritted teeth, slightly squatting down body. The next moment suddenly leaping up high. Fingertips easily carrying the bamboo ball held high past the head by the woman in hands,

"I remember every time touching basketball's feel in hand, every time sweating's comfort. They turned into instinct deeply carved in my brain, letting me do things you all cannot do!

Those painters and big stars, I don't want to be. Those all aren't me! I exactly want to be myself!"

Peng——!

The youth seemingly was angry. Forcefully throwing out the bamboo ball in his hand. Whistling brushing past the woman in green clothes' ear. Bumping onto the wall behind bounding up high. Then as coincidence would have it crushed to death a watching the bustle ant in the grass clump.

This moment, the youth's words falling in Chen Ling's ears, exactly like thunder rumbling sounding!

Those all aren't me... be myself.

Chen Ling's eyes became increasingly bright up!

That's right!

Male Lead, Female Lead, Painted Face Role, Secondary Male Role, Clown is fine, playing other Roles is also fine. Those after all aren't Chen Ling himself... No matter how to act, no matter how devoted, wanting to produce sense of belief is extremely hard!

Since it's like this, why did he have to go play a theatrical character, and not directly play himself?

From childhood's passion, and countless times of practice, let that youth deeply carve basketball in the heart. When he is doing these things, naturally will produce sense of belief... And this kind of sense of belief, Chen Ling also once had!

"What I am good at... is not Male Lead, Female Lead, Painted Face Role, Secondary Male Role, Clown, also isn't other Roles performing On Stage... All of these everything to me speaking, is but playing..."

"The Role belonging to me should be... Director-Screenwriter?"

【Audience Expectation Value +3】

Chen Ling's eyes were resplendent like stars!

This moment, the dense fog enveloping on his path entirely scattered. A barren, path almost never stepped on by anyone, presented in front of Chen Ling's eyes!

Chen Ling possessing 【Formless】, naturally possessed the ability to play The Role. But in the final analysis, his thinking logic was still Director-Screenwriter!

Killing through the tavern on Ice Spring Street, teasing Enforcers; Ancient Vault of the Military Path opening committing suicide, causing chaotic battles behind the scenes; still had driving the train forcefully rushing Aurora City, the magic trick Performance not long ago... He Chen Ling walking to today, every time experiencing an event, all was cutting in from the angle of Director-Screenwriter to resolve problems. This was the habitual thinking brought by him studying directing and screenwriting for several years before Transmigration, and engaging in this industry!

Since he didn't have the talent of Male Lead, Female Lead, Painted Face Role, Secondary Male Role, Clown, why walk their path, and not walk out a Director-Screenwriter path belonging to himself? Perhaps this Third Tier skill what it needed him to play wasn't anyone... but Director-Screenwriter Chen Ling, was his very self!

Using the sense of belief when acting as Director-Screenwriter, to affect the surrounding environment huh...

The woman in green clothes carrying the youth's ear, all the way indignantly walking back to the room. The youth's wailing transmitted into Chen Ling's ears, yet he already fundamentally had no mood to listen;

At this moment Chen Ling, was currently standing behind the Unregarded counter. Hand holding pen shaft hovering in the air, exactly like a sculpture motionless.

This process fully lasted for five minutes,

The pen tip in his hand, only then heavily touched onto the paper page,

Ink and Brush fainting open on it. Chen Ling in the state of thinking storm, slowly and firmly wrote down two words.

【Fate Weaving】.