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Chapter 2216: The Only Trainee Performer

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jin Feihong exited the stage to the sound of cheers and applause.

There was still an unconcealable hint of pride and smugness on his face.

It was indeed a great honor to act as Gu Qiu’s stepladder before an audience of sixty thousand people. At least, this was what Jin Feihong thought.

Jin Feihong returned to the backstage. Here, he saw An Lin who was still waiting for his turn to perform.

He walked toward An Lin, smiling at him as if they were old friends.

There was no hint of anger on Jin Feihong’s face, yet his eyes were filled with a sense of disdain and contempt as he peered at An Lin. It was as if An Lin were nothing more than an insignificant ant in his eyes.

“Did you see? Do you understand the insurmountable gulf between you and me?

“Trainee… don’t think that you’re talented or skilled just because you can perform tonight. You’re merely here to make up the numbers.

“If you performed after Gu Qiu, perhaps the spectators would have viewed you as a pile of sh*t?”

Jin Feihong wore a dazzling smile as he gazed at An Lin’s solemn expression.

He knew that it was his strength that was causing An Lin to feel terror. Thus, An Lin could only cope by wearing such an expression.

Jin Feihong loved to watch those who had offended him slowly descending into an abyss of despair. He loved to see them crumbling under his overwhelming power or eventually kneeling down to beg for forgiveness.

Jin Feihong derived immense pleasure from the pain and despair of others.

“Jin Feihong, don’t take things too far! Brother Dabao is a trainee who’s been acknowledged by the gold medal tutors. What right do you have to scold him?!” Ying Bao suddenly stood up and glowered at Jin Feihong.

Jin Feihong narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, saying, “Heh, trainee, you’ve already fallen to a stage of being defended by little girls?

“I hope you can perform well tonight. It doesn’t matter if you obtain the least votes out of the performers, as long as you aren’t booed off the stage by the audience…”

Jin Feihong’s grin widened when he saw the expression of unconcealable anxiousness on An Lin’s face. It was as if he were looking at a trembling and defenseless lamb for slaughter. He turned around and left.

He still had heaps of time to toy around with An Lin in the future. Tonight was nothing more than a prelude. Tonight was nothing more than the beginning of Liu Dabao’s nightmare.

An Lin remained silent from beginning to end. It wasn’t that he couldn’t retort Jin Feihong, but rather that he was still considering what to do for his performance. His expression of anxiety was indeed real.

However, he wasn’t anxious about being booed off the stage by the audience.

Rather, he was anxious about how to obtain more than twice the votes of Gu Qiu…

Another drawcard performed after Jin Feihong, and their performance further lowered the expectations of the spectators.

At this moment, Sister Hong entered the stage again.

She smiled as she introduced the next performance.

“Next, please welcome the trainee Liu Dabao to perform his cooking dance!”

The spectators were dumbfounded upon hearing this.

“I’m not hearing wrong, am I? Cooking dance?”

“Cooking can be choreographed into a dance? Is this a new comedy routine?”

“Heh, even the Red Ink Tavern has stooped to such a basic level?”

“Trainee Liu Dabao? Even trainees can perform during this kind of grand event now? Perhaps the Red Ink Tavern has extremely high hopes for this newbie!”

Some of the spectators questioned this decision, while others couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment.

Gu Qiu’s performance had already caused them to become numb to the ensuing performances. However, they couldn’t help but look toward the stage at this moment. Of course, these gazes weren’t friendly or eager.

After all, this was only a trainee! Not a main drawcard, but a trainee! Perhaps this was the only trainee who could perform during the Night of Red Ink, right?

The spectators wanted to see what kind of clown dared to infiltrate this magnificent event.

The other trainees and drawcards also turned their gazes toward the center of the stage.

Jin Feihong was also watching on with a faint smile on his face.

He was waiting for An Lin to embarrass himself.

A man in white entered the stage with a black frying pan in one of his hands. He then struck a strange yet handsome cooking pose with his frying pan and spatula.

“Pfff… What kind of style is this? Is this really a comedy routine?

“Actually, I think his pose is fairly cool.

“Also, this Liu Dabao appears quite handsome, especially if you look at him intently…”

A spectator discovered some attractive elements, yet he still viewed this as nothing more than a comedy routine.

“You can do it, Brother Dabao!” Ying Bao cheered An Lin on from the backstage.

Compared to the enthusiastic applause and cheers that the other drawcards and main drawcards had received, An Lin’s entrance was only met with perfunctory applause as well as chuckles from the bottom of the spectators’ hearts.

This was inevitable. After all, his appearance was far too peculiar.

An Lin started to greet the audience.

“Hi, everyone. I’m Liu Dabao, a new trainee. My special talents include cooking, dancing, and showing off my handsomeness. Next, let me perform a unique dance for everyone.”

Music started to play as An Lin finished speaking.

Immediately afterward, he started to wield his spatula like a saber and his black frying pan like ink. These movements exuded a sense of indescribable beauty that caused the smiles of the spectators to freeze on their faces.

“This… this dance…”

“How is this possible?!”

Jin Feihong’s eyes also widened in shock. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

“The movements of the spatula and frying pan make it seem as if he’s reversing heaven and earth! Moreover, there’s a profound dao intent that makes it seem as if the frying pan can hold the entire heaven and earth and manipulate it as it pleases!”

Countless people were stunned by what they saw, including Ying Bao.

Even the gold medal tutors were deeply astonished by the scenes before them.

An Lin hadn’t used a spatula when performing for them!

Moreover, his movements had become even more profound and more harmonious with the Great Dao. In fact, this was a dance that had already exceeded their understanding!

The Dragon Emperor was completely dumbstruck.

Meanwhile, the Spirit Emperor—a being who looked like a gray and gloomy child—directly floated into the air upon seeing this dance.

The Red Empress—the Regional Leader of the eighth region and a woman in a red feather dress—also stood up. There was a bright glimmer in her eyes as she said, “My Red Ink Tavern actually has such a talent?”

Even the Regional Leaders were this astonished, so one could imagine just how deeply astonished the other spectators were.

Just then, they had still been dismissive and uncaring about An Lin’s performance. Now, however, they were so shocked that they couldn’t even utter a single word. They could only watch on in astonishment and experience the natural beauty of the dance. It was as if the Heavenly Dao were adhering to reason, making everything appear so engrossing and comforting.

“This person… is the trainee, Liu Dabao?” The Cloud Maiden was in a slight trance as she stood in her personal loge and gazed at the man on the stage.

“What a terrifying opponent… My dance is being challenged…” The God of Dance Lun Yang also gasped in astonishment in another personal loge.

Meanwhile, Gu Qiu also opened the small window in her personal loge to watch the man who was dancing with his spatula and his black frying pan. She remained silent as she watched him with her bright and gentle eyes.

The three main drawcards were all watching An Lin’s performance.

This was an honor that even Jin Feihong hadn’t enjoyed just then.

In terms of skill and harmony with the Great Dao, An Lin’s cooking dance could already rival the dance of main drawcards. If one watched this dance for too long, they would even feel their stomach growling in hunger.

An Lin was gambling his title of Chef God of the Heavenly Court in this performance!

Just when the spectators thought that his performance was over…

An Lin suddenly retrieved a chicken from his storage ring!