I! Cleaner!

If Leon could hear the roar from the "Drama King," he'd probably burst into laughter... If you had to justify it, it would undoubtedly be due to the conceptual crushing blow.

No other reason, as the primary preferences of various audience groups have long been thoroughly summarized under the massive data and induction of the "fast food era."

Men mostly loved tales of the underdog triumph, enjoying the thrill of breaking free from the ties of rules, succeeding against the odds and winning against the strong, while the core theme for the female audience was "special treatment," regardless of how anyone else was, they were special to me.

Although this summary was not absolute, most ordinary people indeed bought into this.

Therefore, when Leon learned that both performances today were romantic dramas and, after checking the town's population registry, confirmed that seventy percent of the attendees were female, the contest for control over the theatrical world was already a foregone conclusion.

The mature formulas from the age of fast food, though generally of low "nutritional" value, had absolutely explosive effectiveness for first-time viewers, decisively hooking them in one go with just the right touch.

The crucial point was that creating a great drama required setting up implicit hints and foreshadowing, engaging story arcs, analyzing the roles with introspective monologues, and so on. Only when all these were well executed and finally unleashed all at once in the conclusion, could it deliver an exhilarating experience for the audience.

However, while the "Drama King" was orchestrating an encounter over a cloudy night beach to have the two protagonists miss the starry sky and make a promise to watch stars together next time, "Mr. Joseph" had already purchased two hundred and fifty truckloads of fireworks to spell out Agatha's name in the sky.

As for the subtle foreshadowing? The promise to watch stars next time?

Come on, seriously?

When Leon's five hundred loyal guards ignited all two hundred and fifty truckloads of fireworks that went bang in the sky, even the moon got nearly blown out of sight. Could there be any promise left? What, they'd agree to come back for the smell of gunpowder next time?

The masquerade ball afterward, the artist's residence, Luluo Mountain Park were all in the same vein.

On one hand, they were still exploring mutual understanding at a leisurely pace, while on the other side, stood there with ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, murmuring "you are the last and the most beautiful rose," and hired hundreds of high-paid professionals to cheerfully force their way forward.

After pulling off this move, even if "Mr. Joseph's" forceful approach ultimately failed, the "Drama King's" plot to foster understanding and gradually connect hearts would be a million percent certain to fail, even becoming a strong contrast instead.

On one side was earning goodwill through endless words, progressing the plot by causing a scene, fabricating small gifts, and rerouting to avoid traffic on dates; on the other side, everything was well-prepared, always ahead, releasing fireworks while roses appeared below.

This side was still gingerly feeling things out, too shy to voice any affection; that side already sweet-talking, holding the deeds to the house and car, the family register in hand, embedding you in their eyes, even planning to bury you in the same little box a hundred years from now... so the question was, if it were you making the decision, who would you choose?

...

"If I were Agatha, I think I would choose Mr. Joseph?"

Accompanied by a whisper that made the eyelids of the "Drama King" twitch, a light pink heart-shaped bubble quietly emerged from the theatrical world.

As over three thousand souls making up the drama began shifting towards "Mr. Joseph," the "Drama King" found his control over the theatrical world reaching a dangerously critical point.

Meanwhile, Leon in the play couldn't control these souls, nor did he have the energy to bind or suppress them, and the will of the massive audience began slowly awakening. Although these wills had not yet fully regained their self-awareness, they were already ambiguously exchanging some simple thoughts.

With the first bubble's appearance, it wasn't long before some stronger love bubbles began emerging, popping up rapidly to express:

"Yes, yes, Mr. Joseph is so passionate."

"I would also choose Mr. Joseph! Although he isn't as dashing as Elijah, it's really hard to refuse him."

"What a pity, if only he were a bit more handsome."

"Yes, yes."

"Nonsense! Who says Mr. Joseph isn't handsome?"

As many viewers unconsciously discussed Leon's looks, expressing their little regrets, a furious red bubble swelled up, bursting loudly:

"Do any of you have any sense of aesthetics? Mr. Joseph has an elegant face!"

With the appearance of the red bubble, more and more bubbles began to emerge.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Joseph is very handsome. It's not the conventional kind of good looks, but a unique charm!"

"Exactly, especially those eyes, they're so captivating!"

"Sister, you have good taste! When Mr. Joseph knelt with roses and set off fireworks in everyone else's eyes, but in mine, there was only you—his gaze totally killed me!"

"In fact, after you see him enough, you'll discover that Mr. Joseph doesn't have that striking look at first glance, but he really grows on you!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

With the leading bubbles, new ones started bubbling up like madness.