Chapter 28: The Midnight Show [Part 4]

Chapter 28: The Midnight Show [Part 4]

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Once 11:30 hit, the registration sites were closed.

And with that, they all received the notification on their phones.

=The Midnight Show=

The rules and instructions were given to them.

A 20-minute play...

The rules were actually quite interesting.

A total of ten teams from that room were manually formed by the authority.

=Team 1:

• Copy Cat

• Leo

• Sun

• Hunyuk

. . .

Team 7 <Script: First Blood>

• Perrie

• Loenol

• Blank

• Chris

• Rick

• Bormis

• Lonis

• Kloniz

• Lorie

• Elon Pusk

• Albert Tungstine

. . .

Blank looked at the list of participants, freezing over the last two names of Team 7, but then returning to his normal state the next second.

Along with the team, he also had access to the script. Clicking on the link, the script page opened up on his phone.

He froze after reading half the script, a frown appearing beneath the mask.

It was within his expectations.

"Erm... Are you Blank?"

"No?"

"Alright."

"Are you Blank?"

"Are you?"

A girl around the age of 17 walked around the area, asking person by person, trying to find [Blank].

Blank looked at her for a while. After every refusal, she would pitifully lower her head, but then regain the determination to find the person.

After a minute or so, he himself took the initiative, reaching out towards her.

"Ermm... Are you perhaps...?"

"Indeed."

Her face instantly lightened.

"I'm Perrie. Nice to meet you, sir. Our group has gathered over there."

Not far away from them, Team 7 had gathered. Rick was waiting anxiously.

Judging by the faces of people in this group, they aren't that great... Their presence is too weak... Can they even act?

Look at his face... Ugh, I wish to vomit.

Look at that bastard. With that ugly-ass face, if it were me, I would have long jumped from a building.

"Haa, trust me! Since we have brother Rick over here, we'll definitely win!"

And yeah! How could I forget about this flat-nosed roasted face bastard? Look at his face and tell me you don't want to vomit? I'd puke my heart out!

He continued complaining to himself.

And where did that b*tch go? She can't even do such a simple thing? Haa, once a failure, always a failure. No wonder she's always bullied in the academy...

Man, I just hope that this Blank is someone handsome, confident, and with good acting skills... These idiots will definitely ruin the show.

"Ahem. I found him!"

Haa! Finally! Please be someone with...!

The moment he turned, his face filled with hope instantly hardened.

The corner of his eyes twitched.

Th-that bastard?!

Ah, of course, it had to be him.

Goddess of harvest, after all has decided to sh*t on my face, hasn't she?

I knew it! Shouldn't have listened to my mom!

Like what the hell?!

Better to quit right now, right?

He clenched his fist extremely hard, to the point that his palms almost started bleeding.

Good, good. All bad luck, strike at once.

Haa, I need a chair, man...

Finding a chair, he sat on it.

Wait a minute...

Could it be that since they all are bad, I'll shine in front of the judges and be selected for the best round? Changing his perspective in such a manner was efficient to cheer himself up.

Two minutes later, he had finally calmed himself down. In fact, he even became more cheerful.

But standing up, a serious face appeared.

"My name is Rick, Rick Mory, and I study at Waterfall Wind Academy and am quite confident in my acting skills." He put emphasis on the academy and acting skill.

His voice implied two things. First, that he expected a detailed introduction from others, and second, that he was basically better than them, implying on the acting skills.

"My name is Loenol, and I'm a taxi driver..."

"My name is Chris, and I'm a painter."

"I'm Kloniz, and I'm an influencer on D—Tube..."

. . .

"My name is-"

"Alright, that's enough for now. Every second is precious." He looked over Perrie with disdain in his eyes, skipping her and Blank.

Hm?

Blank was somewhat confused.

Did I do something to upset him?

No...

He's just an arrogant prick... The kind who enjoys putting himself above everyone else, the kind of brat with a superiority complex.

He made a mental note and decided to ignore him.

"We have to quickly decide who gets which role, alright? Since we're in room no. 35, the turns will start by 12:55. As Team 7, we get more time. Let's practice till then."

"I'll take the role of Sermont. Does anyone have any objections?" All of them stayed quiet, boosting his ego even further.

"You'll get this role... Ermm, you'll get that, you'll get that, and you'll get this..."

"And you, Blank or whatever. First of all, remove your mask."

"Mask???"

"Yep. No matter how ugly of a face you might have, I suggest that you remove it and come to terms with who you truly are."

Others looked at him too. A normal person would've crumbled under the pressure. However...

"No."

"Hmm? What?"

"No."

"You-"

"Now let's get to the relevant topic. I'll be taking the role of Gentleman Bastard since that's the only suitable role left."

Cutting him off in the middle, he said these words indifferently, leaning on the wall.

Haa...

Nerves popped up on Rick's forehead, but then he controlled himself.

It's not the time to lose my temper.

It's my time to shine...

"Perrie, you'll play Gullimete Prirories role, got it?"

"Yes," she said nervously, seemingly trying her best to hide herself from his gaze.

"Alright, get to work...

As I said previously...

Every second is precious... Not a single second is to be wasted..."

***

"Ah..."

"Ermm... Bormis... Remind me if I was wrong, but didn't I say not to waste a single second?" His lips twitched as he looked at Blank, who was busy scrolling through his phone.

"Brother Rick... Yeah..."

"Then what's that mf doing..."

"Scrolling on D—Shorts?"

"What are you doing?" Walking towards him, Rick simultaneously asked.

"Gaining inspiration."

A simple answer.

Inspiration?

Inspiration, my foot!

Ah?! Look, it's time for our team to perform! This mf has wasted such precious moments? Why did he even come?!

"You better not f*ck this up or else..." His eyes dangerously narrowed before he walked away, leading the team towards the stage.

[A/N: Ahem! The Author is participating in a competition and would really wish to win. A slice of pizza as a gift won't hurt right~. Well anyways, do comment frequently, like it? Add it to your library, occasionally bribe cough cough motivated author with gifts. Adios~]