"That was a truly successful performance! Absolutely amazing!"
"Senior, your acting has reached a completely professional level... No, even among professionals, you'd be considered outstanding."
"Lin Yu, you're terrifying. Every time I think your acting has already become exaggerated enough, you somehow manage to improve even further after a while."
"That monologue just now was so moving... Even though I've watched the rehearsal so many times, I was still touched by it."
"I almost forgot we were performing."
Backstage, after taking his final bow and coming offstage, Lin Yu was surrounded by the other members of the Drama club. He listened to everyone's excited comments and praise.
Their praise wasn't empty flattery, either. They had been genuinely and sincerely moved, without the slightest exaggeration. The applause that continued even backstage was proof enough that the performance had been a resounding success.
Lin Yu wasn't overly modest. "I've been in pretty good form lately—and everyone else has been doing well too. Once the club president wakes up, I'll have her treat everyone to a meal."
"Hooray! Long live the club president! Long live Brother Lin!"
Lin Yu smiled.
His acting had indeed improved tremendously... The greatest benefit of the "Death game" was probably that it had accelerated the rate at which his acting improved.
After all, the efficiency of improving through improvisation under the pressure of life and death was countless times higher than through ordinary practice.
"All right, everyone, you're dismissed. Do whatever you like—look around wherever you want, but make sure you're back before evening."
After saying that, Lin Yu left the theater where the performance had taken place.
He took out his phone, picked a nearby restaurant, and sent Li Hua its location.
"I'm done here. I'm at this place now."
It was a Western restaurant that had