Tokumon stood in the darkness, as stiff as a piece of wood, and fell into a long-lost awkwardness.
He really couldn't be blamed for this, mainly because the sailor dress he was wearing was a little short.
In the beginning, when he tried to get by on the dance floor, the movements of otaku dance were not very big, even if it was the magic of love, he would at most make two symbolic circles. But now, the main system had suddenly transmitted all the international ballroom dancing knowledge to him. It was a mess in his mind, and before his brain could understand it, his body had already started moving along with the music.
So the Yin Yang Master was horrified to find that his body stopped the otaku dance movement, and began to twist his waist and lift his hips, commonly known as the upgraded version of the magic of love.
Waltz was known for its romance and magnificence, and the visual effect was extremely elegant and enjoyable. In the early years, it was called an "unchaste, debauched dance", and even many European countries prohibited married young women from dancing.
Tokumon only thought that this dance was pretty, but when he danced it himself, he realized why the waltz was rejected by conservative Britain in the early years.
First of all, it was because the amplitude of the rotation was a little too big.
Tokumon didn't even look for a dance partner. Following the tune, he could turn from the left side of the dance floor to the far right, and the edge of his miniskirt spread out like a small umbrella.
Half a month ago, in order to win a bet with the exorcist, he went to the stylist's studio to look for the stylist's advice.
As a result, the latter saw him and praised him, saying that he had a small bone structure, a delicate face, a slender figure, and a unique oriental charm. He praised him to the point that he was a good candidate for cross-dressing, and that it would be a waste of talent for his country if he didn't cross-dress.
After being praised like this, Tokumon also felt that cross-dressing was a good idea to hide his identity. Coupled with the long-term consequences of playing otaku games, he might have been tempted to cross-dress, so he agreed half-heartedly.
In order to have a girl's body, Tokumon did not hesitate to make a model for himself for a whole day, which was enough to pass off as the real thing.
Forget it, no one saw it anyway, who would have thought that No. 10 would cross-dress?
As long as no one thought of it, he still had hope, anyway, it was dark.
Tokumon sighed inwardly about how difficult it was to be a beautiful girl while trying to ignore the discomfort of the cold wind blowing up her skirt.
Fortunately, all the lights in the banquet hall were turned off. Otherwise, he would really be facing social death today.
Just as Tsuchimikado let out a sigh of relief, someone from next door suddenly walked over with the same waltz pace. Together with their dance partner, they brushed past Tsuchimikado.
He didn't know what kind of inhumane clothes this big brother was wearing, but his whole body was covered in clanking steel accessories. He had a very rock punk and dark gothic style. Even in the dark, he could hear the sound of his body spinning as if he could start a concert.
Coincidentally or not, these clanging accessories were hanging under the Yin Yang Master's clothes, and one of them accidentally hooked onto the Yin Yang Master's white stockings.
Tokumon was speechless.
It was over.
"Rip —"
All the beautiful girls who wore stockings must have had similar experiences.
An intact pair of socks looked very beautiful. But if it was accidentally hooked by something, then without exception, it would start to … pull the strings.
What was even more despairing was that pulling the strings wasn't as simple as pulling a single strand, but a string. Starting from the broken part, a string would be pulled up to your feet. It was a very Brutalist art. Thus, this pair of socks couldn't be worn.
For example, Tokumon.
Before he could react, the string that was hooked by the accessory went down his thigh to his toes without stopping, leaving a string of holes of different sizes.
In a moment, the flesh on his thigh was squeezed out of the holes.
Even worse, the string wasn't hooked on the front, but on the back.
Whoosh. The wind blew.
This time, it wasn't the miniskirt that felt cold, but the wind that blew on his butt.
Tokumon trembled as he bent down and touched his exposed thigh. It was as if he had been struck by lightning.
For the first time, the young Yin Yang Master experienced the pain of a beautiful girl.
At this moment, the main system announced that some trainees had found their instructors and were dancing with them.
It was over. If the third stage was over, wouldn't the banquet hall soon return to normal?
It would be fine if the lights were turned off, but if they were, how could he face anyone like this?
The Yin Yang Master covered his butt that was in close contact with the cold air and wanted to cry.
Why did he choose not to wear safety pants in the first place!
Was it because he changed the mannequin and took advantage of his real gender to be male? Too late for regrets.
Just as Tokumon was urgently trying to think of a way to request a trade with the main system so that he could quickly take off this pair of socks and change into safety pants, something unexpected happened!
The waltz ended, and the next tango, One Step Away, went on for a while.
Behind him, a group of trainees were very stiff as they danced the tango. The male trainee who danced the female step felt uncomfortable all over, not to mention that there was still a difficult bend at the climax of the song.
Although they had been instilled with memories, memory and practical application were two different things. Many trainees were just armchair strategists. When they danced, they either felt too soft or too stiff. It was very difficult for them to have the beauty of a skilled dancer.
For example, the temporary dance partners behind Tokumon.
The trainee who danced the female step was obviously not familiar with it, and so was the one who danced the male step.
When the female step bent down, the male step held his waist. As a result, the male step followed the downward trend of his body, and because he couldn't borrow any more strength, he subconsciously raised his leg in a backward posture.
The end of his straight leg was in a pair of ten-centimeter high heels. He mercilessly kicked the Yin Yang Master's butt as he bent down.
The kick was supposed to be lethal. It almost instantly sent the Yin Yang Master's entire body forward, and he fell to the cold marble of the dance floor.
Tokumon was speechless.
He had just accepted the fact that he forgot to wear safety pants, and now he was forced to endure the unbearable pain of his life.
Tokumon: Damn it, why am I always the unlucky one!
As if sensing that he had kicked something, the trainee apologized in the dark, expressing his most sincere apology. He also asked if Tokumon was injured. If he was injured, would he consider withdrawing from the masquerade party? He could pay 1,000 survival points as compensation.
The Yin Yang Master was silent for a long time. "No, no need. I'm fine."
First of all, although 1,000 survival points was very sincere and was definitely a small fortune for a newcomer, would the dignified No. 10 lack these 1,000 survival points? Would he? Would he?
Moreover, he had been coveting the exorcist's dagger for a long time. Previously, no matter how much he offered to trade or sell, the exorcist wouldn't agree. Now that he finally had a chance, he had to seize it!
Tokumon revealed a tired and embarrassed smile and quickly got up from the cold ground.
It was also at this moment that someone coldly said his name in the dark.
"Tokumon."
The Yin Yang Master's hair stood on end and he immediately began to deny it three times. "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"
After saying this, he finally reacted. Under the main system's announcement [Your identity has been seen through by the trainee Zhuge An, 900 survival points deducted], he was as quiet as a chicken.
Obviously, the person in the dark also fell silent because of his confession.
He had seen people rush up to admit it, but he had never seen someone rush up to admit it like this. He had lived for a long time.
Zhuge An: "What are you doing on the ground?"
In the dark, the Yin Yang Master silently covered his buttocks and said shakily, "I'm … I'm gathering information."
Zhuge An:???
What kind of information would require someone to lie on the ground and stare at a cat in the crotch?
However, No. 3 obviously couldn't be bothered to pursue such details.
He was already used to the confusing actions of mortals.
"The exorcist was just looking for you."
Tokumon immediately became excited. "What? He's looking for me? When and where? What is he wearing? "
Zhuge An glanced at him and was about to speak.
Suddenly, the crystal chandelier above his head lit up.
Just like when the lights went out, this time, the crystal chandelier lit up without any warning.
Without any warning, the crystal chandelier and the pure gold chandelier lit up, illuminating the huge banquet hall. The light was thick and flowing, and it was beautiful.
The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was the dressing of the trainee next to him.
The beautiful girl in the sailor suit and the Antarctic Emperor penguin looked at each other.
Seeing the dressing of the person opposite him, Tokumon's small eyes suddenly appeared three parts doubt, three parts shock, three parts confusion, and one part confusion. So you're Zhuge An.
The penguin: "…"
He was too careless.
.....
Not only the trainee, but the most eye-catching were of course the two people in the center of the dance floor.
They wore the same dressing and stood facing each other, the atmosphere tense.
The white-haired magician's hands were bound by puppet strings and he had a big red joker in his mouth. There was also a black and white joker in his fingertips that were tied behind his back.
Letting a card magician play cards was like a fish in water, like adding wings to a tiger.
Zong Jiu didn't believe that the devil didn't know this, so he was sure that the devil went easy on him.
So … why?
Was it because No. 1 didn't like the A-level trainee?
As soon as this thought appeared, Zong Jiu killed it.
Just like what the devil said, not to mention A-level trainees, even most S-level trainees were no different from ants in front of him.
The high and mighty God wouldn't pay attention to ants, and he wouldn't go through so much trouble for an ant.
For the first time, Zong Jiu couldn't guess the devil's intention.
But this didn't stop him from slightly raising his head, like a proud white swan. "How is it? no,1?"
The lights spun above their heads.
The black-haired devil hid the darkness in his eyes, curled up the corner of his mouth, and bent down. His white gloves gently slid over the magician's lips and fingertips, and he slowly pulled out two joker cards.
A heavy crown suddenly appeared on top of the white-haired magician's head.
The devil was crowning an emperor.
At the same time, the main system's announcement came late.
[Congratulations to trainee Zong Jiu for successfully identifying the mentor and identifying the mentor's true identity.]
[Congratulations to trainee Zong Jiu for receiving the mentor's super S-level evaluation and successfully promoted to No. 9.]