Thriller Trainee

With Zong Jiu eating and reading books every day~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the days of teasing cats to sleep passed day by day, and soon, the time came to the end of the first month.

With all the attention and anticipation, the mask masquerade party finally kicked off.

On the afternoon of the 30th, the high wall of the studio hall on the third floor fell with a bang.

Where no one saw it, the space in the huge studio hall began to twist and expand.

Rows of long tables lined with white napkins appeared out of thin air, and the huge dance floor was covered with marbles with marvellous patterns.

At a higher level, the red gold chandelier changed, as if an invisible giant hand was gathered in the air and then merged, combining the chandelier and replacing it with a crystal tower. A string of tassels flickered at the top, lighting up an entire banquet hall.

[Limited-time welfare activities: Make-up Masquerade, already opened]

[The panoramic camera has been turned on, and the unified live room will be opened during the dance]

[The scene is under construction, it will officially open at 7pm, please wait a while for trainees]

[After the Masquerade Ball, the banquet hall will be permanently closed and restored to the appearance of the studio hall, please know]

Many trainees have already arrived in the modeling house in the indoor city ahead of time, waiting for the beginning of the dance party.

In order to prevent the trainees from being seen and reveal their identities during the dressing, the main system specially allows all trainees to wait in the modeling room in advance. After the prom opens, the modeling room will directly rise to the corridor of the banquet hall to ensure that the trainees' makeup before the dressing Looks like.

Zong Jiu didn't get in too early, he had already made up his mind to install no.1.

With the devil's character, it must be the final entry, just like the first time rating. Appeared at the top under the public, attracting much attention.

So Zong Jiu even handed in a room service in a leisurely manner. After enjoying today's dinner slowly, he looked up at the time.

Seven forty-five.

The party starts at seven o'clock and the admission stage is one hour. If you have not entered the venue by 8 o'clock, it means that you will automatically give up your qualification to participate in the dance, the banquet hall will be automatically closed, and new trainees will not be allowed to enter the venue.

It's almost time.

He sorted out his clothes, turned and walked into the elevator, and pressed the button leading to the indoor city.

At this point in time, almost all those who should be admitted have entered. In the ball hall, the clothes are fragrant and the shadows are staggered.

Just as Zong Jiu guessed, everyone wears masks on their faces, so naturally they wear all kinds of clothes. Quite a few trainees have chosen women's clothing. Looking at the maid dress, magic dress, fairy dress, front and back, their figures are hotter than the other, and even their posture is not bad.

I was stunned in the live broadcast room.

[Grass, isn't this really the upcoming selection of the thriller trainee girl group? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg]

[Why do a group of big men dress up more openly than girls! ! I have been staring at the girl in the sailor suit for a long time, his gestures and walking posture, shit, who believes that he is a man, who believes? ! 】

[I’m dying, I’m really going to laugh to death. The trainees have spent a lot of effort in order not to be recognized by others. It’s too generous]

[Good guy, I suspect that many trainees in this banquet hall are regulars of women's clothing! ! It would be a little shameful to pretend to be a lady, they don’t have it at all, and some are even so skilled! 】

The first hour is the entrance time. Everyone is walking around in the banquet hall, occasionally sitting on a side seat and talking.

Layers of a wide variety of wine are placed on the long table, and the waiter in a black tuxedo is holding the tray in his hand and turning around. There are even a few small clever ghosts who directly pretend to be waiters. If it weren't for the masks on their faces, they wouldn't really be able to tell who is who for a while.

On the other side, a huge champagne tower dangled in the air with rich colors.

The small square discs with all kinds of weird dessert cakes flowed brightly under the light, so you can see the incredible.

In the half-court on the first and second floors above, crimson tapestries hung from the dome, and strings of golden tassels hung in the air. Behind, the string group is playing a soothing serenade in G major. The conductor is facing the dance floor below, waving his hands melodiously in the air, in a relaxed posture.

Doommon stood at the long table, took a large plate of desserts with a tangled expression, and walked to the long table to sit down.

I don't know the magic of the dessert at the dinner party. I can't stop eating one piece, and the taste just explodes on my taste buds.

Doommon usually doesn't go to restaurants, especially after the horror trainee competition, they don't need to eat, so he spends all his time playing games, and occasionally the S-level room service will only order a few cups with ice. Happy water in the fat house. What I didn't expect was that I hadn't eaten for a long time, and I wanted to eat a little bit more.

So he lowered his head to settle the dessert on the plate, while observing the attire of other people secretly, to see if he could recognize a few acquaintances.

Anyway, Tu Yumen dared to pat his fake chest and said that no one would recognize him.

That’s right, because he’s a shameless dress _(:з」∠)_

And he broke the lower limit and put on a sailor suit!

With blue and white stripes, navy hat, and a bow tie, he adjusted his figure by the way and put on white silk stockings and small leather shoes. From the outside, he is not the non-chief no.10 at all!

Although I felt embarrassed and afraid of being recognized when I first started wearing women's clothing, Tu Yumen took the time to learn some girls' manners from the stylist npc in the styling room these days. Now I can almost reach the point of being fake.

As for why Tuyumen wanted to fight like this, of course it was because he had made a bet with the exorcist before. Bet on which of them can recognize each other at the make-up masquerade.

If Tu Yumen loses, he will have to pinch his nose and give the exorcist a blue talisman. You know, the blue talisman is the most precious thing of the Onmyoji. Even if the Tuyumen is not a chief, he inherits the name of the Tuyumen from him and becomes a glorious onmyoji. He has no more than ten blue talisman in his hand. .

If the exorcist loses, he has to give his hand to an A-level dagger that the unearthed Yumen has been greedy for a long time.

This bet is very tempting. Coupled with the exorcist's long-sleeved good dance, Tu Yumen is also a water master. The two people used to bet in the infinite loop before, and they are also friends, so the authenticity of the bet is absolutely impossible Say.

Because of this, Tu Yumen will change the usual lazy and deadly temperament. After all, the women's clothing that works so hard is not profitable and does not get up early.

Just as he sipped a snack and looked up around him, there was a commotion in the direction of the door.

Just at this time, the cold mechanical sound of the main system sounded in the banquet hall.

[The time has come, the first stage is over, the banquet hall will be closed immediately and no further admission is allowed, but the trainees can choose to leave the venue freely in the middle of the dance and automatically give up their qualifications for the dance]

Domimon, a beautiful girl in a sailor suit, looked back and saw the figure at the door.

The waiters on both sides stood at the door, busy closing the heavy door behind him.

Black suit, small waistcoat, dark red bronzing tie, Egyptian cross.

Half-length black hair tied up, leather gloves, and shiny black leather shoes.

The white mask, the bookish air that accumulates all over the body, the danger and the grace of gestures.

He is like a shadow, cutting the light, so that all the light is annihilated behind him.

"Quickly get out of the way, that's the lord!"

"My God, no.1 actually came back to participate in this dance party, and hasn't changed the costume yet."

Countless trainees watched this scene in awe, backing one after another, forming a vacuum zone spontaneously, and no one dared to step forward.

The barrage was shocked.

[As expected of this lord! Stepping on the finale, I didn’t even mean to change clothes at all.]

[This is also normal, even if everyone recognizes it, no trainee dared to go up and identify this adult 23333]

[Indeed, but wait, in fact, I think the possibility that the mysterious tutor is no.1 is also very high, but as said upstairs, no one dares to identify it, it is very embarrassing]

[Actually, I was wondering if someone would wear this suit deliberately and then fake no.1]

[...Sister, what are you thinking about, who dare to impersonate that adult? It's absolutely impossible, right]

Just like the idea of ​​a barrage, the trainees in the entire banquet hall didn't even think in the direction that someone might pretend to be.

This point coincides with Zong Jiu's previous speculation.

Zong Jiu accepted the zealous and respectful gaze from all directions without changing his face. He calmly cut through the crowd, and walked towards the center of the banquet hall, while he praised his wit again in his heart.

In fact, if you change someone, you may not be able to pretend to look like this. After all, what you look like is one thing, and how you look and feel is another.

The most special thing about the devil is his temperament.

Zong Jiu didn't understand it before, but from the memory transmitted by the little devil, he can understand it.

Where it was born means nothing, and all the rays of light cannot escape that strong distortion of malice.

This is effortless for Zong Jiu.

He now separates the crowd like Moses divides the Red Sea, wherever he goes, everyone's sight follows.

Even if everyone thought he was no.1, no one would dare to earn this survival point.

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With the shell of no.1, Zong Jiu felt that he could even find a place to stay, waiting for the devil to send him to the door, anyway, no one dared to come up and invite him to dance.

When Zong Jiu was standing, his sight was suddenly swayed in front of him, and then the penguin who gave him a cold glance attracted his attention.

The penguin man wore a penguin headgear, but he walked in a straightforward manner. His eyes were dark and he didn't look like a penguin. His body exuded the temperature of Antarctica.

This line of sight-it's you, Zhuge dark!

Looking at the other party's dress, Zong Jiuren under the mask smiled very hard.

But in the spirit of the alliance, he didn't go up to expose Zhuge An's identity and earn ill-gotten wealth for himself. Instead, he glanced at each other indiscriminately, which was considered a joint.

So Zong Jiu retracted his gaze and was about to start looking for the suspicious no.1 candidate nearby, but he didn't want another uproar from the crowd.

He raised his head and saw a man dressed like him, standing in front of the railing on the second floor of the banquet hall, looking at him with a smile.

Zong Jiu: "..."

Wait, the attire is the same? ? ?

Good guys.