Zhu Juntang flipped her tablet facedown on the table, then climbed out of bed and picked out a pair of underwear printed with many little lambs grazing on grass.
"Orange, do you know face-changing magic?" Zhu Juntang took down two Peking opera masks hanging in wall frames, held one in front of her face, then swiftly switched to the other.
"I think... what you mean is face-changing. It's a Sichuan opera specialty, a technique used to portray changes in a character's inner thoughts and emotions." Yan Qingcheng explained calmly. Had Zhu Juntang noticed that she had noticed something, and was she hinting at it?
Zhu Juntang stared at Yan Qingcheng for five seconds. Yan Qingcheng adjusted her neatly trimmed bangs, then turned away to avoid Zhu Juntang's gaze and said with a smile, "Liu Chang'an seems to know how to do everything. If you want to watch someone perform magic, he probably can."
"He performed magic for me once. He jumped off the roof of Baolong Center. Later, I wanted to invite a master magician to compete with him, but I gave up so I wouldn't humiliate myself." Zhu Juntang yawned. "I've already studied for two hours today. I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep."
Yan Qingcheng helped her tidy up her textbooks, pulled back one corner of the blanket, and then left Yan Qingcheng's bedroom.
Through a few simple observations, Zhu Juntang had already confirmed the answer she wanted.
Back when she had visited Taigu Street Photography City in Hotpot Province with her mother, the local authorities had arranged a face-changing performance. Anyway, whenever an important person visited a place, the locals would put on panda and face-changing performances to entertain them. If they did not, it was only because the visitor was not important enough.
Just now, Zhu Juntang