Thriller Trainee

In "Scent of a Woman", the blind retired Lieutenant Colonel Sphalan dances with a lady in the dining room to this music. At the same time, a step away is also a world-famous tango.

Many people have heard it even if they don't know how to dance.

Now the entire banquet hall is still pitch black, except for the sound, the outlines of all the trainees are hidden in the deep darkness.

Everyone was wondering who the mysterious tutor was, and they were able to identify who the trainee of the tutor was in just one piece of music. It's a pity that there is no bright hall and it doesn't give them any chance.

The audience in the live broadcast room was incompetent and furious. It is said that after being blocked by the main system a few stinky spray accounts, they finally stopped, and the style of painting became thinking divergence and speculation.

[Is anyone like me, turn the voice to the maximum, trying to distinguish in the dark which pair is the sister of the mentor group 55555]

[Woo, I’m the same upstairs as you, but I heard a whole bunch of taps, it’s so sad, I split on the spot]

[Hum, sisters, rather than listening to the voice, it's better to guess who the tutor is, and who is the trainee who recognizes the tutor. Let me first talk about my own speculation. If the trainees can find a mentor so quickly, they must have known each other before. Recognize it, this is too ridiculous]

[I also want to say this. Since the mentor is recognized so soon, then we can deny the previous guess that no one knows who the mentor is. The instructor must have the identity of another trainee, but it's really weird. If you already knew who the instructor was, why didn't you say it? 】

[This is indeed a mystery... Could it be that the instructor has a close relationship with this trainee, so what, is it a black box? 】

Just when everyone was divergent and didn't realize that they were gradually approaching the truth, the situation on the court changed again.

Almost at the moment when the prelude to the violin sounded, Zong Jiu reflexively turned and raised a hand, ready to seize the male step.

Inviting the devil to dance is already his limit, and if it wants him to jump in the female step, Zong Jiu might as well just leave the stall.

However, it was very embarrassing that almost the moment he raised his hand, the people behind him also raised their hands with a low laugh, and put them on the waist of the white-haired youth very naturally.

The cold breath swept across the back of his neck, and got into the open white shirt like a serpentine snake, trembling and dancing with the pale skin inside.

The white gloved hand squeezed between the magician's slender five fingers involuntarily, and the backhand clasped tightly, rubbing ambiguously in the gap between the leather glove and the bare/naked fingers, leaving a string of coldness teasingly.

This is a female step!

Zong Jiu gritted his teeth and pushed and pulled back abruptly, trying to break free with this force.

As a result, just as he took a step out of this action and was about to leave the embrace of the devil, the cold mechanical sound of the main system fell into Zong Jiu's mind.

[Warning: Trainees must complete this dance music, otherwise they will be deemed to have given up the third stage]

Zong Jiu: "..."

The foot he stepped out was abruptly twisted in mid-air, turned around, stepped accurately on the toe of the black leather shoe, and smashed it down.

The hand on his waist tightened slightly to show punishment.

After successfully subduing the magician, No.1 seemed to be in a good mood, with obvious pleasure.

"Obedient?"

The man's smiling voice sounded behind his ears, and the tail sounded with a slight inattentive laziness, as if he had expected him to make the right choice halfway.

obedient?

Zong Jiu clung to the devil's cold chest behind him, feeling the firm touch of the opponent's smooth muscle lines against his back, and sneered in his heart.

Now that the hand was grasped, he buckled the opponent's hand very simply, turned around, and looked at the dark golden pupils hidden behind the mask without any retreat.

According to legend, tango is a dance that originated in Latin America.

Compared with the graceful and polite waltz like a fairy tale; or the rumba who is fast and romantic and is in a passionate love; Tango is more like a whisper between lovers, a secret game, the upper body is extremely alienated, and the lower/half/body Intertwined in the dance steps.

It is said that men have to wear a short knife when dancing tango, because it is like a dancer struggling to participate in a battle and a game. Compared with showing the softness of their body, the kind of collision that meets opponents, and the collision is the essence.

Zong Jiu gave him a provocative smile, the corners of his mouth curled up under the mask, and he jumped up the male step regardless.

How should two men's tango dance?

The two masks looked at each other, the same dress, and the crazy soul that was unwilling to be lonely hidden under the skin.

They confronted each other, and the intense fighting spirit filled the darkness, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.

The two people are tit-for-tat on the dance floor, not giving way to each other.

It's like a fierce contest that can't tell the difference between winning and losing, and it's like a chasing game in which you chase me.

One person stepped forward, the other backed away.

In the contest between strength and beauty, no one is willing to take the lead in showing weakness.

Even if the darkness is so heavy that it obscures everyone's sight, they can still easily guess the look on each other's face at this moment.

Under the cold body, in the cold heart, the same blood boiled in two different bodies.

The chief violinist threw a beautiful bow, sliding from the low range to the high-pitched strings, and the soothing music suddenly became agitated, like the cry of blood when a swan was about to die.

The smile on the devil's face became stronger, and he took advantage of the trend to clasp the wrist of the person in his arms in the air.

The latter did not evade, but moved forward with strength, like a silver-white sharp knife, wrapped in an unstoppable Sen-cold aura, thrusting straight into/into the black-haired demon's chest, enveloping that piece of malice, endless darkness , The twisted and sticky outer nucleus was cut open, pierced into the scarlet beating heart, deeply buried in the bottom of my heart.

They go from far away to close.

Intimacy to the breath intertwined, and then without nostalgia, it is touched.

The long silver hair was scattered in the dark, spreading out a huge fan.

Zong Jiu turned around in the dark, only to realize that during the intense dance music just now, the mask on his face did not know when it would fall off, and even the original disguise disappeared.

His height also changed back, and suddenly shrank by a few centimeters.

But the clothes on his body have not changed, and it is still a no.1 three-piece suit.

The white and black gloves are clasped, and the tail of the suit draws a graceful arc.

They are fixed in a distance not far or near.

The trainees around seemed to have heard something wrong, and the movements they had just danced stopped one after another.

In the huge banquet hall, only a pair of people were dancing.

[I heard it! I bet it must be the mentor group! 】

[Wow, I heard it too, this voice...wow, it sounds very intense]

[My mother, I don’t know why, it’s a normal dance step sound, why I heard from the audio that I have to compete, I can’t wait for the other person to immediately...simply put it, I feel that they Not dancing, but fighting]

[+1, I am not alone]

[+10086, that's right, are these two people really dancing? I suspect that they are fighting bayonet! 】

......

Another short period passed, the black-haired man stretched out his hand, but only caught the magician's fleeting hair in the air.

He was rarely still, staring between his fingers, his expression indistinct.

But only for a moment, and after a moment, he reappeared with an uncertain smile.

"It's so boring, let's play a game."

Here comes the devil's favorite gameplay plot.

The opponent is still very good at playing the game. Zong Jiu played several games with him, and he won every time.

Thinking of the appearance of the other party having eaten several times, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows with interest, "Oh? Tell me?"

Magicians also like to play games, and want to play after playing them, let alone play with the devil.

no.1 showed a displeased expression.

"The main system told me that there is an A-level ant that will become the new no.9 at the end of the dance party."

"If you can win this game, I don't mind..."

He lowered his voice and smiled faintly, "Operate it for the magician."

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Zhuge An has been babbling in front of him more than once to let him reach the S-level as soon as possible.

Because only S-level can get tickets for the final battle.

If he has not been promoted to S-level this time, he can only hope for the next Super S-level dungeon, which is too long and dreamy.

"can."

Zong Jiu readily agreed, "What rules?"

The black-haired man smiled secretly, his well-knotted hands plunged into the shadows.

In the next second, the white-gloved hand protruded from the shadow on the other end without fail, and reached into the magician's pocket.

"Huh? Why not."

Relying on his ability to move freely in the shadows, the devil blatantly put his hand into Zong Jiu's pocket and touched his pocket all over.

Sure enough, finding cards from the magician was a correct decision.

The cold hand flicked along the tight thigh muscles, slowly leaned into the trouser pocket, and slowly pulled out a deck of cards from it.

"found it."

The black-haired man hummed a song happily, unfolded his cards casually, and threw it into the air.

Avoiding the strong wind swept over the opponent's arm, he smiled and said, "As long as you can catch the ghost card, the position of no.9 is yours."

If it were that simple, it wouldn't be a devil.

Sure enough, it was the dim light flashing by the puppet silk that followed the cards that fell.

Almost at the moment when no.1's voice fell, Zong Jiu moved.

He ignored the endless obstacles, even if he was bound by invisible silk threads, his fingers still grew toward the sun like plants.

Soon, the last card also quietly landed.

Just like echoing, the violin played the last note, returning to silence.

The devil sighed, pretending to be regretful, "It seems that this time it is me..."

The magician stepped on his black leather shoes and suddenly raised his head, provocative in his eyes.

In his mouth, a white-edged card was biting firmly between his thin lips, and the scarlet clown grinned.

JOKER, Wang fried.