Feeling the warm sensation on her hand, Tang Shu slightly froze.
However, the situation didn’t allow for her hesitation as journalists were zeroing in on every person entering and exiting like radars about to discover a new continent.
She hastened her pace to follow the person in front, and by the time the two arrived at screening room seven, three minutes had passed.
Both of them let out a sigh of relief.
This advanced private screening was really not for the average person.
Jing Yu released her hand without a fuss, "You go in first, I’ll go buy something to drink."
"...Huh? But we’re already inside."
"No worries, they don’t recognize me."
Tang Shu blinked, only then realizing he had just been trying to get her inside.
"Then take your time, see you later?"
"Yeah, do you want anything to eat?"
"Just a glass of orange juice will do."
It was now three o’clock in the afternoon, just two hours after lunch, and she was really not hungry.
After watching Tang Shu enter the screening room, Jing Yu turned to talk politely with the ticket checker for a few moments, then headed to the counter to buy things.
Ten minutes later, "Easy Rule Jianghu" officially started playing.
The screening room’s one hundred seats were nearly all filled, with roughly one-third of the audience wearing masks, who were evidently public figures from within the industry.
The remainder consisted mostly of media personnel, even a few older individuals who had paper and pen in hand.
"This... it’s so dark during the screening, can they really write on their notebooks?"
Feeling quite relaxed, Tang Shu sipped her orange juice and raised a reasonable doubt.
After musing for a moment, Jing Yu shook his head fairly.
"If they’re young with good vision, they might be able to write, but perhaps not these elderly folks."
Oh, I thought so too.
The two discussed whether film critics could actually write down their thoughts in a dark screening room, a seemingly trivial topic, much to the chagrin of several nearby viewers.
In this day and age, so what if they carried paper and pen? It’s not like they were actually going to write anything down, right?
That’s all about appearance, appearance!
The audience was curious to see where these two weirdos came from, but since they were well-covered and the lighting in the theater was not that bright, all they could see were fuzzy shapes.
Tang Shu pulled down her mask and took another sip of orange juice, feeling refreshed.
Tomorrow was Children’s Day, and the weather was gradually warming up. Due to the high occupancy rate, the temperature in the screening room had also risen considerably.
"Easy Rule Jianghu" began to advance its storyline, recounting the hilarious escapades of several knight-errants who, by coincidence, came to hold the position of the Alliance Hierarch.
Hence the title, "Easy Rule Jianghu."
The punchlines were densely packed, and within half an hour the film had elicited continuous laughter, enlivening the entire screening room.
"The story isn’t bad."
"Yeah, I didn’t expect Sister Geng to be quite amusing when she tries to be funny."
Tang Shu’s glass of orange juice was now empty without her realizing when, making a gurgling sound as she looked at the lightweight disposable cup with a hint of regret, only to find a new glass in front of her moments later.
"Aren’t you thirsty?"
"Don’t worry, neither I nor my shoes are thirsty."
Tang Shu was speechless for a long while, then turned her head to meet a pair of smiling eyes.
She grumpily accepted the glass of orange juice and took a hearty sip as usual.