Great Things Are Not Discussed in Public (Part 1)

"Where are you? Where are you?" Mo Peng chanted like a death curse, washing away every spark of inspiration Ronan had on the psychic network.

Left with no choice, Ronan gave up on further improvements and sighed. "About a hundred meters away."

"Can you stop being so perfunctory? I'm waiting for you outside the theater, in that huge empty front lobby, staring straight at the elevator entrance..."

"Who told you I was coming through the front lobby?"

"You're not coming in through the emergency exit, are you?"

"Not that either. I'm coming through backstage, and I'll say hi to Mo Ya while I'm at it."

"Backstage?"

"Yeah, I happen to have a friend..." Ronan could now spout lies without batting an eye.

"Tsk tsk, you've become part of the privileged class! Rotten before you've even grown up—pretty slick for someone so young!" The sourness in Mo Peng's words came through loud and clear, but a second later, he had already adjusted himself. "Take a couple of private backstage photos and send them over! The juicy kind, you know!"

"Heh heh." Ronan hung up, then sighed again.

Zhang Yingying patted his waist and back. "That acting was way too perfunctory. Even in an absurdist play, you need some emotional ups and downs, okay? Still, not bad. You didn't get stage fright."

"Stage fright? What's there to get stage fright over?"

"I thought you'd be crying and yelling about moving your whole family out right away. Didn't expect you'd still be joking around with your cousin. Keeping calm in the face of major events—not bad, not bad."

Ronan blinked. "It's not like a nuclear bomb is flattening the place. What's there to evacuate for? There are only ten or twenty around the Great Living Area, and even if you include the other