General Zhao became exceedingly meek and kept a low profile.
The alien had specifically asked to see Lin Li's performance. Everything else had been canceled...
Although Fang Ye had told him very little, and nobody had done anything to punish him, he knew he was finished.
Still, he was not a man who gave up easily. Seeing that nobody was paying him any attention, he steeled himself and followed them to watch the show.
At center stage in South Pole Hall Six, Lin Li threw himself into his solo performance.
In the end, he had not performed in the Supreme Hall as previously discussed, but returned to the smaller hall he had originally chosen.
After all, he was performing alone, with only a small audience. A venue that large would only make things feel emptier.
Alone onstage in a nano-trench coat, Lin Li used projected light to cover himself, changing from a member of the Nomu Race into a human, from a man into a woman, from a robot into a wild beast.
These rapid disguises looked quite artificial, but they were more than adequate for playing characters onstage.
And so a form of theater emerged in which one performer played multiple roles.
The scattered audience occasionally burst into laughter, mostly at the sight of Lin Li scrambling back and forth, switching voices and characters, and trying so earnestly to make everyone laugh.
Many of the artists sitting primly in the front row stared blankly, their minds wandering. General Zhao cheered loudly and periodically doubled over with laughter, managing to salvage the atmosphere somewhat.
In the private box, Zhang Junwei and the others watched Lin Li working so hard onstage, unsure whether they ought to laugh.
Grandpa had leaned back in the seat beside them and fallen asleep with his