As Zong Jiu's daily routine of eating, reading, petting, and sleeping passed day by day, it was the end of the first month.
The masquerade ball finally kicked off under everyone's attention and anticipation.
On the afternoon of the 30th, the high wall of the third-floor studio fell with a bang.
In a place where no one could see, the space in the huge studio began to warp and expand.
Rows of long tables covered with white napkins appeared out of thin air, and the huge dance floor was covered with marbles painted with wonderful patterns.
Higher up, the crimson gold chandeliers suddenly changed. It was as if an invisible giant hand was gathering and merging them in the air, replacing the chandeliers with a translucent crystal tower. Strings of tassels flickered at the top, illuminating the entire banquet hall.
[Limited Time Welfare Event: Masquerade Ball has begun.]
[Panoramic camera has been activated. Live broadcast will be available during the ball.]
[The scene is under construction. It will officially open at 7 pm. Trainees, please wait for a moment.]
[After the masquerade ball, the banquet hall will be permanently closed and will return to its original appearance as a studio. Please be informed.]
Many trainees had already arrived at the styling room in the indoor city, waiting for the ball to begin.
To prevent being seen during the costume change and thus exposing their identities, the main system specifically asked all trainees to wait in the styling room in advance. After the ball began, the styling room would be directly raised to the banquet hall's corridor to ensure that the trainees' pre-costume appearance would not be exposed.
Zong Jiu did not rush to enter too early. He had already made up his mind to pretend to be number one.
With the Devil's flamboyant personality, he would definitely enter last, just like during the first level rating. He would appear at the top in front of everyone and be the center of attention.
Therefore, Zong Jiu even leisurely handed in room service. After slowly enjoying his dinner, he looked up at the time.
7: 45 pm.
The ball would start at 7 pm, and the admission period would last for an hour. If one did not enter by 8 pm, it meant that they had automatically given up their right to participate in the ball. The banquet hall would automatically be closed, and no new trainees would be allowed in.
It was almost time.
He straightened his clothes, turned around, and walked into the elevator. He pressed the button to enter the indoor city.
At this time, most of the people who were supposed to enter had already entered. In the ballroom, everyone was dressed in beautiful clothes and toasted each other.
Just as Zong Jiu had guessed, everyone was wearing masks, so naturally, they were wearing all kinds of clothes. Quite a number of trainees had chosen to wear women's clothing. There were maid outfits, witch outfits, and fairy outfits. Every one of them had a voluptuous figure. Even their postures were the same.
The livestream viewers were stunned.
"F * ck, is this really not the upcoming Thriller Trainee Girl Group selection? Catcatconfused.jpg]
[Why are a bunch of men even more open than girls when they dress up as women?! I've been staring at that girl in the sailor uniform for a long time. His every movement and the way he walks, damn it, who would believe that he's a man?!]
[I can't take it anymore. I'm dying of laughter. The trainees have spent a lot of effort to not be recognized by others. They're going all out.]
[My goodness, I have reason to suspect that many of the trainees in this banquet hall are frequent crossdressers!! At least crossdressing would have some shame, but they don't have it at all. In fact, a few of them are so familiar with it!]
The first hour was the time to enter the ballroom. Everyone walked around the ballroom and occasionally sat down to chat.
Layers upon layers of wine were placed on the long table. Waiters in black tuxedos held trays in their hands and twirled them around. There were even a few clever ones who disguised themselves as waiters. If not for the masks on their faces, it would have been hard to tell who was who.
On the other side, the large champagne tower rippled in the air.
The small square plates with all kinds of desserts and cakes glowed brightly under the light. It was unbelievably beautiful.
In the ballroom on the first and second floors, deep red tapestries hung from the dome, and strings of golden tassels hung in the air. Further behind, the string orchestra was playing a soothing serenade in G major. The conductor had his back to the dance floor, and his hands were waving in the air leisurely.
Tokumon stood in front of the long table. With a conflicted expression, he slowly took a large plate of desserts and walked to the long table beside him and sat down.
He didn't know what kind of magic the desserts had, but he couldn't stop eating after one piece. The taste simply exploded on his taste buds.
Tokumon usually didn't go to the restaurant, especially after the Thriller Trainees Competition. They didn't need to eat, so he spent all his time playing games. Occasionally, he would order S-level room service, but he would only order a few glasses of Fat House Happy Water with ice. Unexpectedly, after not eating for a long time, the more he ate, the more he wanted to eat.
Therefore, he lowered his head to finish the desserts on his plate while secretly observing the other people's attire to see if he could recognize a few familiar faces.
In any case, Tokumon dared to pat his fake chest and say that no one would recognize him.
That's right, because he had broken the shame of crossdressing. _ (: 3 ∠) _
Moreover, he had broken through the bottom line and put on a sailor suit!
He had blue and white stripes, a navy cap, and even tied a bow. He also adjusted his figure and put on white stockings and small leather shoes. From his appearance, it was impossible to tell that he was the unlucky No. 10!
Although he felt very awkward and afraid of being recognized when he first crossdressing, Tokumon had specially taken the time to learn some girly manners from the stylist NPC in the styling room over the past few days. Now, he was almost at the point where he could pass off as a real person.
As for why Tokumon was so desperate, of course, it was because he had made a bet with the exorcist. They were betting on which one of them would recognize the other at the masquerade ball.
If Tokumon lost, he would have to pinch his nose and give the exorcist a blue talisman. One had to know that blue talismans were the most precious thing for a Yin Yang Master. Even if Tokumon was unlucky, since he inherited Tokumon's name and became a glorious Yin Yang Master, he had no more than ten blue talismans in his hands.
If the exorcist lost, he would have to hand over an A-grade dagger that Tokumon had been eyeing for a long time.
This bet was very tempting. In addition, the exorcist was good at dealing with money, and Tokumon was also a master of water. The two of them had made many bets when they were in the Infinite Loop. They were also friends, so there was absolutely no doubt that the bet was real.
It was precisely because of this that Tokumon had changed his usual lazy personality and worked so hard in crossdressing. After all, one would not wake up early if there was no profit to be made.
Just as he was taking small bites of snacks and looking around, there was a sudden commotion in the direction of the door.
At this moment, the cold mechanical voice of the main system sounded in the banquet hall.
[Time is up. The first phase is over. The banquet hall will be closed immediately. No one is allowed to enter. However, trainees can choose to leave in the middle of the ball and automatically give up the right to participate.]
The beautiful girl in the sailor suit, Tokumon, turned around and saw the figure at the door.
The waiters on both sides of the door stood at the door and hurriedly closed the heavy door behind him.
A black suit, a small vest, a dark red gilded tie, and an Egyptian cross.
Semi-long black hair was tied up, leather gloves, and polished black leather shoes.
A white mask, a scholarly aura settled around him, dangerous and fierce, and elegant in his movements.
He was like a dark shadow, cutting through the light and annihilating all the light behind him.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way. It's that master!"
"Oh my god, No. 1 actually came back to participate in this ball, and he hasn't changed his outfit."
Countless trainees looked at this scene with awe and retreated one after another, spontaneously forming a vacuum. No one dared to step forward.
The bullet screen was shocked.
[As expected of this master! He came at the last moment, and he has no intention of changing his outfit at all.]
[This is normal. Even if everyone recognized him, no trainee would dare to go up and identify him. 23333]
[Indeed, but wait a minute. Actually, I think the possibility of the mysterious tutor being No. 1 is also very high. However, as the person above said, it's very awkward if no one dares to identify him.]
[Actually, I'm wondering if someone deliberately put on this outfit to impersonate No. 1.]
[… Sister, what are you thinking? Who would dare to impersonate that master? It's absolutely impossible.]
Just like the bullet screen, the trainees in the entire banquet hall did not even consider the possibility of someone impersonating No. 1.
This point coincided with Zong Jiu's previous speculation.
Zong Jiu accepted the fanatical and reverent gazes from all directions without changing his expression. He calmly cut through the crowd and walked toward the center of the banquet hall. At the same time, he gave himself a thumbs up in his mind for being so quick-witted.
In fact, if it was someone else, they might not be able to impersonate him so well. After all, the outfit was one thing, but the impression one gave was another.
The most special thing about the devil was his temperament.
Zong Jiu did not understand before, but after looking at the memories transmitted by the little devil, he understood.
The place where he was born represented something. All light could not escape the thick twisted malice.
This was a piece of cake for Zong Jiu.
He was now like Moses parting the Red Sea. Wherever he went, everyone's gaze followed.
Even if everyone thought he was No. 1, no one dared to come up to him to earn survival points.
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Wearing the shell of No. 1, Zong Jiu felt like he could even find a place to stay and wait for the devil to come to him. After all, no one dared to invite him to dance.
While Zong Jiu was standing, his gaze was suddenly attracted by a penguin person who wobbled in front of him and coldly looked at him.
The penguin person was wearing a penguin mask, but his walk was very proper. His eyes were dark and did not look like a penguin at all. His body emitted the temperature of the South Pole.
This gaze — — it's you, Zhuge An!
Looking at the other person's outfit, Zong Jiu had a hard time holding back his laughter under the mask.
But in the spirit of an alliance, he did not go up to expose Zhuge An's identity and earn some ill-gotten gains for himself. Instead, he exchanged a glance with the other person.
So Zong Jiu retracted his gaze and was about to start looking for suspicious No. 1 candidates, but he did not expect the crowd to be in an uproar again.
He raised his head and saw a person wearing the same outfit as him standing in front of the banquet hall's railing on the second floor, looking at him with a half-smile.
Zong Jiu: "…"
Wait, the same outfit???
Wow.