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Chapter 132 Who said we don’t like to listen

I couldn't help it any longer, so I secretly turned over and faced the stage with my eyes still closed. As long as he didn't open his eyes, it didn't matter if he was listening. If he didn't admit it, he would just be sleeping out of boredom.

His thoughts were the common thoughts of every ghost present who had been pretending to be asleep from the beginning.

As Old Li was speaking, he looked down at the situation. Although it looked like only a few people were leaning their heads to listen, a closer look would reveal that every person pretending to sleep was facing the stage.

When he paused, frowns and dissatisfied expressions appeared on their faces at the same time.

As he continued, their frowns relaxed.

When they talked about the critical moment, their brows furrowed again, and even their crouching bodies seemed to tense up a little.

When they talked about inspiring things, smiles appeared on their faces. Some of them even jumped up with excitement, completely forgetting that they were still pretending to sleep.

Then he sat down awkwardly under the gazes of people around him.

But when I saw that I was not the only one who lost my composure, I felt more relieved and listened openly.

Old Li sneered at the few people below who were still pretending to sleep and refusing to admit defeat.

"And at the critical moment, Cheng Nan gave an order - if you want to know what happened next, please wait for the next episode."

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"Gone?"

"No, how can you just stop at the critical moment? Lao Li, are you thirsty, hungry, or sleepy? Why did you stop?"

"Next time, please tell me. I saw you just turned over a few pages of the paper in your hand. How come it's gone???"

"Tell me, what do you want me to do to continue? Tell me now! I can't wait any longer. If you don't tell me the follow-up now, do you want me to be miserable?"

Old Li said slowly, "Maybe I didn't tell the story well enough, or maybe the story wasn't attractive enough. Look, everyone in the audience is fast asleep. I was just too confident and thought that if I liked it, you would like it too. That's all."

"Since you don't want to hear it, I won't tell you anymore..."

"No, who said we don't like it anymore - you dead pig, sleep with your chicken feathers."

"You, you, you, you, all of you, get up right now. Why are you sleeping? If you want to sleep, why don't you just die and sleep outside? What does it mean to sleep in a teahouse? Do you know what this place is? Do you know what it means to have a platform on top? Do you respect the people who are talking above you when you sleep here?"

"Yes, you are so disrespectful to this story. This is simply the best story I have ever heard. I have lived for so many years and have never seen such a wonderful story. How dare you pretend to be asleep in front of such a good story?"

"You are so pretentious! You dare to pretend in front of my favorite novel? Hurry up and get up. If you want to sleep, go out and sleep. The teahouse is not a place for you to rest. Lao Li, continue talking. I have scolded them all."

"Hey, Lao Li, please don't abandon those of us who truly love novels for the sake of a small group of people. This is too unfair to us."

The ghosts who were forcibly pulled out and scolded were like quails. If they had known earlier, they would not have struggled to maintain their dignity.

When they heard what Lao Li said, they wanted to get up, but someone grabbed them up before them and scolded them.

The sleeping ghost racked his brains to make up for it, "It's actually a very nice story. I wasn't sleeping just now. I was meditating. As you know, my way of meditating is a little different from others. I'm pretending to sleep. You know, pretending to sleep is just pretending to sleep."

"Actually, I don't really want to sleep. This is my usual posture when listening to novels. It's just my habit. Habits, you know, are just habits."

"I actually took a nap, but I woke up halfway through when I heard this okay story."

"The novel is wonderful. I admit that it was my dog ​​mouth that was going crazy in the beginning. I will punish myself by slapping my mouth."

"This story is actually a little mediocre, just barely acceptable to me. As you know, I have very high standards, and the ones that are acceptable to me are generally..." This is a very high evaluation.

Before this strong (pretending to be dead) could finish his nonsense, he was met with hostile looks from the onlookers.

Then he was packed up and thrown out.

When the ghost realized what was happening, he banged on the door of the teahouse frantically, begging the people inside to let him in to listen to a novel.

No, how can he listen to the novel outside? He also wants to know the sequel. Then he will be the only one who doesn’t know the sequel.

"Let me in, I won't pretend anymore, the novel is super good and exciting, I also want to hear the sequel, I also want to know the sequel, please let me in, I want to hear it too!"

The ghost tried hard to pry the door open but couldn't. He was so anxious that he cried out to his parents and said that he was wrong. He threw all his dignity and face behind his head and just wanted to hear what happened next.

When he thought that the follow-up might have already started, he was so anxious that he wanted to squeeze in through the crack in the door.

The ghosts on the street outside looked at this scene in amazement, frequently looking between the teahouse and the ghosts outside, their curiosity gradually rising.

What is going on in here? Why do the ghosts that were thrown out seem so reluctant to come out?

He was still talking about some wonderful novel, something like that, which was very interesting.

Some ghosts who knew this ghost were even more puzzled. What on earth was going on inside that could turn a person who was so arrogant and cared more about face and victory than anything else into this state?

Seeing that everyone readily slapped him in the face, Lao Li was satisfied.

He cleared his throat and continued telling the story.

Ghosts never feel thirsty, don’t need to sleep, and don’t feel tired. Old Li himself didn’t know how long he had been talking.

When he stopped again, he found that not only was the stage full of ghosts, but even the windows of the teahouse were densely covered with ghost faces.

It's scary at first glance.

"Why don't you continue? The story shouldn't be over yet."

"Old Li, are you tired? If you are, let me go up and talk."

"You're talking bullshit, using your plastic Mandarin, how many people can understand you?"

"Old Li, thirty seconds have passed. You should have rested enough. Let's continue."

"Lao Li, the donkeys in our village production team don't dare to rest like this. Please tell me more."

For the first time, Old Li felt that being the center of attention was not necessarily a good thing.

While he was catching his breath, the people below had already started to urge him on. If he rested for another second, they might rush onto the stage, carry him off, and let someone else continue the speech.

However, this teahouse has not been so lively for a long time.