Chrissy worked hard on her grand plan, and Wayne began to concentrate on dealing with the restless dog at home.
Everything else in school can be put aside for now, but this dog is the only one that can destroy his life in an instant.
I don’t know if it’s because of its cuteness, but Mr. Poquelin just can’t put it down now.
Going back that day, Wayne also saw Mr. Poquelin with a pious expression.
The white puppy sat on a long stool, looking straight ahead with a proud expression.
The playwright was crouching behind his desk and kept describing something, looking up at it from time to time.
"Mr. Poquelin."
Wayne spoke out.
"Shh!" Poquelin put his index finger in front of his lips, signaling him not to ruin the creative atmosphere.
Wayne approached silently, stood beside Poquelin's desk, and glanced at the papers on the table.
It has very rough lines and two dead fish eyes like big light bulbs, but it also has a particularly enchanting posture. Only its long snout and tail can barely identify it as a dog.
Wayne remained silent, waiting quietly for him to finish painting this masterpiece.
Poquelin put away his pen and let out a sigh of relief.
"...Mr.'s painting skills are really abstract." Wayne commented.
Maybe in later generations, he can be called a master figure who pioneered a sect.
"The only painting-related knowledge I had was when I was young and I helped draw patterns for tapestries made at home." Poquelin didn't mind the reservations in the little boy's words and held up the masterpiece to show him.
"Do you think this kind of image creation will really be liked by the public?" he asked.
Wayne thought for a while and said: "Public preferences are ever-changing in every era and period. Works that people don't like now may be loved by everyone in a few hundred years."
"You're right." Poquelin put down his painting. "It is true that many artists have passed away for a long time before anyone appreciates their works."
"But, no matter what, I think Ms. Chris's idea about the hero dog is... too unrealistic." He shook his head. "That's not what you would call a drama, like this painting of mine."
Xiao Bai jumped off the high stool, and then jumped onto the desk with the help of other chairs. His posture was as graceful as a cat.
It looked at its own portrait, showed a disgusted expression, and let out a "ouch".
"What's the point of acting?" Wayne laughed.
"——To entertain the public."
Hearing what he said, Pokeran showed a shocked expression.
"What makes you think that? Acting is an art of self-expression."
This is the definition he has summarized over the years. The works he creates and the performances of his troupe are all born around the ideas he wants to express.
Unlike those classical schools, who regard performance as a tool to please the gods, praise heroes, and also seek their own interests.
He thought that his ideas were rebellious in this world, but he didn't expect that the young master of the Duke's Palace in front of him was even more radical than himself.
"Perhaps some people, as you said, adhere to the concept of self-expression. But in the end, the ones that survive must be works that are loved by the public."
Wayne said, "Mr. Poquelin, you are no exception."
He walked over, held down the white dog, and stuffed it into his arms.
"The reason why you are famous is because your creations are loved by the people!"
"The common people hate the nobility, so they cheer for the ugliness of the nobility that you depict; the common people hate the church, so they cheer for the greed of the church that you depict. And what is the living space for superhero dogs? It is the big and small things in life. It’s unfair.”
"It punishes evil and promotes good, it is mighty and unyielding, it comes from a certain star in the sky, and it comes specifically to save the world - this seemingly absurd story clearly contains the expectations of the people!"
Wayne's words became more powerful and forceful, and what he said actually made Poquelin feel very reasonable.
But does something seem amiss?
After fooling Pokeran, Wayne quickly took the little white dog away while he was looking thoughtful. The dog has been at Poqueland for such a long time, and it's almost time to go back to the kennel.
Xiaobai didn't resist, and was silently carried back to his room by Wayne.
Well, its room is Wayne's room, and the flower basket placed quietly in the corner is its warm doghouse.
"Change me to a bigger room." Xiaobai suddenly said.
"What are your intentions?" Wayne asked seriously, ignoring its request.
"It's hard for people to believe you if you don't confess."
It was silent for a while. "You didn't believe me after I told you."
"That witch night? Do you think I look like someone who is easy to deceive?"
Wayne threw it on the ground and sat cross-legged on the bed to look at it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, Xiaobai jumped onto the bed with a paw.
"Fuck, you've been running around all day and your paws are so dirty, don't step on my bed!" Wayne went crazy.
"Didn't you hug me just now? You didn't take a shower before going to bed!?"
"..."
Shrimp and pork heart.
"People in this world take baths in the morning." Wayne felt that he still needed to explain.
"Huh." Bai Gou said noncommittally.
It paused for a moment, seeming to form words.
"The Night of the Witch I mentioned before is just for your convenience. In short, it is something similar. If it is not stopped, there will be more and more disasters in this world... until the story completely collapses."
"So, are you like a plug-in system? Responsible for issuing tasks, giving rewards, etc." Wayne asked.
"Well, just take it like that." The white dog lay down and licked his legs.
"Then, why not find Chris?" Wayne said, "When it comes to things like magical girls, cute girls are more qualified, right? Besides, she has the aura of the protagonist."
Bai Gou's tone became serious: "Just because she is the protagonist, we cannot let her know this. Otherwise, the story will collapse from now on."
"So it hasn't collapsed yet!" Wayne said in surprise.
"Of course not! Chrissy is still following the main storyline. As long as we keep developing at this pace, the story will be completed."
"Well...that is to say, your identity cannot be exposed in front of Chris, right?" Wayne grabbed its little tail keenly.
"...Woof! Woof woof woof -"
When it became angry, it started to stop talking to humans, and bared its teeth and rushed towards him to bite him.
"Haha, if you dare to bite me, I will reveal your identity tomorrow, or we will blow ourselves up together. Anyway, I have earned nothing in this life, and I am not afraid of wearing shoes when I am barefoot."
Wayne is confident.
