Wen was a little happy when he finally got to watch the show.

She wasn't very sure what she needed to wear to watch the magic show, but since the show was in a large theater, she couldn't go wrong wearing a small dress.

There is no dress in Wen's wardrobe, but there is in Wendy's wardrobe, but the style is just too expensive.

But Wen was really too lazy to go out and choose a dress, and she would be offended. Wendy, who was like a drug, sneered. She rummaged in Wendy's closet for a long time and found a plain light blue dress.

.

...The embroidery on it is of amazing quality and looks expensive at first glance.

But this was already the least arrogant dress. Wen chose it and took it out of the cabinet.

The skirt exuded a faint scent of vanilla, which was very soft. Wen put on the skirt, stood in front of the mirror and adjusted it, and felt that it was almost ready.

She still tried her best to avoid looking directly at the face in the mirror. When she looked in the mirror, she found a person completely different from herself. It was so weird that she couldn't bear it.

Unexpectedly, Wendy said: "Make up."

Wen said: "...No need, really no need, you are very beautiful."

"This is etiquette." Wendy said, "Although I also think this so-called grooming etiquette is boring, the fact is that it is rude for women not to wear makeup."

But Xianyu is as lazy as Wen and doesn't know how to put on makeup at all.

Wendy sneered and pointed compassionately: "Put on some lip balm. They can't tell whether I'm wearing makeup or not."

Are you saying that your beauty will make people think you are wearing makeup even if you are bare-faced?

Wen looked at Wendy and knew that what he said was true.

Wendy added: "It's best not to take a bus or a taxi there. Even if you do, get off the bus farther away and walk there. I don't mind being watched by them, but I believe you won't like this."

"...It's so troublesome." Wen regretted his impulse to come to the show to get tickets.

"The general audience can do whatever they want. It's best not to act too civilian in the private rooms," Wendy said coldly. "They won't be stupid enough to do anything, but you will attract their attention."

Under Wendy's guidance, Wen matched herself with a gemstone bracelet in the cloakroom and put on a lady's hat that half covered her face.

"It's much better now," said Wendy.

She disappeared from Wen's sight. This scene looked very surreal, but also strangely charming.

Originally, Wen really wanted to take the bus there, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that this was impossible. Although the buses were very empty and not crowded, they were often not on time. In the past, Wen used to go out calmly, but this time he didn't.

You have to make it in time for the show.

She thought about it for a long time and bought herself a mini mobility vehicle.

The dealer quickly parked the car downstairs. Wen didn't know if he could really drive, so he went downstairs to try it out first.

She will.

Wen arrived at the Grand Theater twenty minutes early and walked into his box under the guidance of the waiter. He met almost no one on the way, but Wen was sensitively aware that many eyes did pass by her.

The lady's hat blocked many prying eyes. The moment the waiter opened the box for Wen, Wen almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll be right outside the door if necessary," he said.

Every young man standing outside the box is very beautiful, and so is he. What is particularly attractive is that he has a pair of round eyes. Men rarely have such eyes. He looks almost non-aggressive.

It seems that if you do anything excessive to him, he will desperately endure it with tears in his eyes and full of heart...

Wen said: "...please give me a cup of hot tea."

She closed the door, strongly condemning Wendy's immorality in her heart, but soon she was attracted by the suddenly extinguished light and looked out through the entire wall of glass.

Brilliant fireworks exploded on the stage.

The red ribbon of fire swam in mid-air like a snake, arousing exclamations of fear throughout the crowd. However, once people realized that the flames would not harm them, they excitedly stretched out their hands to touch the flames.

Of course they couldn't succeed, because a pair of beautiful long legs stepped out from the blazing fire.

Zatanna appears.

The firelight made her vague smile even more mysterious. She took off her top hat, and the flames penetrated the hat fiercely. Zatanna put the hat back on her head. Amidst the roaring cheers and applause of the people, the boiling flames came from her

The top of the head swooped down and burst into flames.

When the flames burned out, Zatanna had put on a beautiful cloak, smiled and bowed in three directions.

Wen didn't know what others thought, but she was shocked anyway.

This thing has the nerve to pretend to be magic? It's obviously magic, right?

There is nothing wrong with a magician performing magic and calling her performance magic. Calling it magic will easily lead to ridicule by people who don't know why, and it will also attract the attention of some people with ill intentions.

Although from the perspective of the performance itself, Wen felt that it exceeded her imagination.

Extraordinarily wonderful, extraordinarily magnificent, and extraordinarily full of imagination, every performance was filled with creativity and vitality. Wen watched with rapt attention from beginning to end, and even forgot to drink hot tea.

Bravo.

No, it’s hearty!

In the end, Wen even changed her original idea. Zatanna is indeed a magician, but she is also definitely a master of magic.

Every magic trick she performs has an obvious performance color, and every movement she performs is exaggerated yet breathtaking. She guides everyone's thoughts, and this is the essence of magic performances.

This performance was so worth it. Wen asked the waiter to come in and couldn't wait to ask her: "Is the content of Zatanna's performance fixed?"

"No, ma'am," the waiter replied smoothly, "Every time she arrives in a new city, Miss Zatara will give the audience a brand new visual feast. This is also to give back to those who follow her tour around the world.

fans.”

Wen is happy and disappointed!

She was happy that she could go to different cities to watch performances, but she was disappointed that she couldn't seem to go to Gotham... It was strange, why did Gotham make her so uncomfortable?

If it's due to allergies, the air in Gotham is indeed not very good, but it's not so bad that even a mask can't save it.

The intense uneasiness that suddenly surges when you see the surrounding scenery, the feeling that all the muscles in the body are tense like a conditioned reflex, as well as sweating, weakness, vigilance and trembling, including chest tightness and suffocation, no matter how you think about it, it feels more like

It's a phobia.

She tried to wake up Wendy to come out and answer the question, but Wendy remained huddled in the corner.

Wen has already discovered that if Wendy's consciousness was asleep at the time, the other party's response would be very direct, as if she had been given permission to access what Wendy knew.

And when Wendy is awake, the information she gets is fragmented, incomplete, and may be wrong.

Or just like now, Wendy can simply not answer her question.

Forget it, the time traveler must have the consciousness of a time traveler, the consciousness of the owner of the body is still there, and Wen is not that cruel and selfish character...

Mainly because she is really lazy.

After the performance, the audience in the hall began to leave. Wen still didn't understand what was going on. The VIP box didn't even have the privilege of exiting first? Is this what a qualified decadent capitalist who only cares about money would do?

The waiter came over and bowed slightly: "The dinner is about to begin, madam. Today's performance was very successful. Miss Zatara may come to participate today."

It turned out that there were other activities planned.

Wen really likes Zatanna, but she has agreed with Diana to keep her coming to the show a secret.

And for some reason, just like she always wanted to avoid staring at herself in the mirror, Wen also wanted to avoid Zatanna.

"I feel a little uncomfortable," Wen said absently, and the words came out of her mouth smoothly. "Appreciating such a wonderful performance may be too intense for me - I want to go back and rest first."

Wen's appearance convinced the waiter without any doubt. He immediately turned sideways and motioned for Wen to follow her and leave.

"Is this the only way?" Wen looked at the celebrities gathering in front of him to chat and laugh, and lowered the brim of his hat.

She said: "I don't want to meet these people. Their hypocritical greetings always make me want to vomit."

Wow, such a cold and condescending tone, Wen thought, why does it sound so natural?

Bringing in Wendy's appearance, there is no sense of disobedience.

The waiter's smile froze for a moment, then he leaned over and said in Wen's ear: "There is another way to avoid them, but that way also leads to Miss Zatara's dressing room."

He gave Wen a tacit smile.

"Will she stay in the dressing room after the show?"

"No one knows, because she doesn't allow anyone to disturb her," the waiter whispered. "A great magician must have one or two little quirks, right?"

This "no one is allowed to disturb" meme is very reminiscent of countless works that start with "no one is allowed to disturb".

If you think about it carefully, this kind of meme can be unconditionally substituted into any type of story.

Wen didn't want to be the one to disturb Zatanna, but her desire not to see those people was even stronger.

She said to the waiter: "Go and see if there is anyone in her dressing room. If there is no one, we will go that way."

The waiter was surprised for a moment, and then replied: "I'm sorry, madam, maybe I didn't speak clearly enough? This road is a Y-shaped fork in the road. The main road leads to Ms. Zatara's dressing room. There is also a small road. Usually

We will enter and exit from the path."

Wen: Then why are you smiling tacitly at me?

The adaption student seemed to understand her speechlessness and said, "I thought...ma'am, you wanted to avoid them and go and see Miss Zatara secretly first."

Wen nodded and asked again: "Why do you call her Miss Zatara, but call me Madam?"

The waiter seemed to be genuinely surprised at last, but still replied: "Because it is always difficult for ladies to tell whether they are an unmarried lady or a married lady."

temperature:"……"

Don’t you care about my face? I look like I’m married? I’m not wearing a ring either?

...Forget it, calling her lady is indeed the most foolproof method.

The waiter took Wen away from the path. They were lucky enough to reach the fork in the road without meeting anyone, and they didn't run into Zatanna who suddenly came out of the dressing room.

Less than ten seconds after they left, Tony Stark walked in.
Chapter completed!