I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

When Xu Qing wanted to focus and look closely again, what he saw was the scene of Qing Luo’s life.

"Little Four, who told you to squat with your legs apart while peeing?"

"It seems you’ve forgotten the rules of the teahouse! If you want to play a lead role, you must start from the basics. Your walking, sitting, and speaking, all must align with the character you wish to portray!"

Qing Luo, who was called Little Four, shivered with fear. He turned around and instinctively said, "Master, I can’t hold it anymore, besides, on stage we perform, offstage we behave as humans. Now we are offstage, why must I, a man, continue to squat while peeing?"

The headmaster in charge of the troupe glared at the ’beautiful apprentice’ before him and said, "You know we act on stage, but when Master Dan asked you to sing a woman’s aria, how did you sing? Since you can’t change on your own, I, as your master, will change you!"

In the freezing cold of winter, Little Four knelt in the theater yard, beneath him was thick frozen snow, and above his head was a pot of ’hot water’ already starting to frost over.

Little Four’s fingers turned blue and purple with cold, his mouth trembled, but he didn’t make a sound.

Inside, the headmaster ignored his disciples’ pleas as he roasted a charcoal brazier and cursed angrily, "Let him kneel! As long as he doesn’t admit his mistake, even if he freezes into a block, it’s his fate!"

At night, Little Four’s senior brother sneaked over, first giving him a few sips of hot water, then signaled for him to climb onto his back and secretly carried him back inside.

By the dawn of the next day, the headmaster was dozing off when one of his disciples suddenly awoke from his sleep. Seeing the light outside, the disciple panicked, tumbling and scrambling from the felt pad to the headmaster’s bedside.