The large metal-framed crystal chandelier hangs from the roof, and the white marble floor tiles reflect its bright image, as well as the gentlemen and ladies who came to the ball.

Before the ball had even begun, the scene was already quite lively, and young men and women gathered in groups of threes and twos to talk and laugh in a harmonious atmosphere - except for a few people.

"I suddenly feel so pitiful sitting here......"

Lu Mingfei held his cheeks and put his elbows on his knees, his upper body curled up in a ball, staring at the students in the arena who felt that they exuded an elite atmosphere at first glance, and felt a sense of loss that 'no matter what happens again, he is also a turtle'.

"Don't be discouraged! There will be bread, there will be a school girl, and it will be okay! ”

At this time, Fingal, who was standing beside him, angrily brushed his senses, and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder fiercely with a pair of strong and powerful hands, signaling him to cheer up.

"I can't be happier to be comforted by you...... Besides, I'm going to be knocked off my shoulder by you! Finally, since you are a German, why do you still want to learn Lenin's speech! ”

"I haven't seen you for a day, junior brother, your groove art has made such great progress! Could it be that the old man in the ring has finally come out? I'm German, but Russian girls are my favorite type! In addition, this phrase was uttered by Lenin's bodyguard, Vasily. ”

“……”

Although he didn't feel that his groove skills were weaker than Fingal's, he looked at the tight, wrinkled, and rigid rental formal clothes on the two of them, and compared them with other people's various handmade, limited, and master's cutting techniques, and a faint sadness filled his heart - sure enough, not only was it shabby, but he also lost when he was serious with Fingal.

"I care about this, what kind of prom, friendship, your senior brother, I don't know how many times I've seen each other in the four years of college plus the four years of repeating grades. I think I was a flower in Kassel in the wind back then, and the girls who sent me love letters every day could form several football teams, and the mailbox was stuffed with ...... every day."

As it turns out, even if you ignore him, Fingal won't miss a chance to open up the conversation, and once you do, it's like the Yangtze River flowing endlessly.

Lu Mingfei sighed in his heart, changed his posture by the way, and plucked his ears with his little thumb.

Obviously, Caesar was still wearing a stinky white glove and white scarf, and led the student council officials to welcome them outside the door, not to mention that Nono also enthusiastically pulled the two of them in - why is there nothing now?

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, it is bright and sad.

"Huh? Hey, brother, that person...... Is it the classmate you are with? ”

Suddenly, Fingal's nonsense disappeared, replaced by a kind of surprise - looking in the direction of his finger, Lu Mingfei was not only surprised, but also Spartan.

Green hair, white and gloomy face, eerie smiling face in bloody style, purple tuxedo...... This is Mercer?! The gentle, low-minded, silent, who likes to cover himself up in a variety of cool-colored sweatshirts all year round, and has only shown some sharpness on a free day? Coach, this is not scientific!

"Oh? Isn't this our Lu Mingfei classmate? What, surprised? ”

With his pulse perception ability, he scanned the entire Amber Pavilion the moment he entered, and also determined where those important characters in the plot were. There was still some time before the ball began, and after the soul style module of Tong Guò fused the soul of the clown, a new vitality and fun kept surging in his heart, making him unconsciously move closer to the clown's style.

Lu Mingfei nodded with an embarrassed expression, for this former classmate, he no longer knew what expression was more appropriate to face.

"Pretty good, isn't it? If you like weirdos, I'm actually beautiful. ”

Mercer touched the real scar on the side of his mouth - he had indeed made a crack in that place - and then pulled two fingers lightly, pulling out a "big" smile. As a result of this laugh, Lu Mingfei, who was sitting in the chair, felt that his waist was scared and weak.

"Now I always see the funny side of things and always smile."

Stretching an exaggerated waist, he magically spun a coin from his fingers, from the index finger to the little finger, from the palm to the back of the hand, and finally with the smiling side facing up.

"The words are: nowe, now.i'ling."

“…… Yes, this junior is very thoughtful and action-oriented, why don't you mess with me in the future? ”

Fingal didn't know if it was rough nerves or something else, in short, he didn't care about his dress at all, on the contrary, he boasted that "the students from China are innovative".

Under Fingal's amusing aura and Mercer's strange outfit, this remote corner successfully attracted the attention of the audience, whether overt or dark.

And the arrival of the other person completely attracted the positive eyes of all men.

The abundant pale blonde hair is generously hung down, simply tied up at the end with a white headband; Ice blue eyes, always plain white and transparent face is better than a qiē makeup; The pure white tunic gown, revealing her small shoulders as round as jade, and the thin collarbone made her even more charming in her petiteness; The only height that may be a little lacking is also solved by the pair of strappy heels at the feet.

"Wow, my little princess, you are still so beautiful!"

Mercer bowed exaggeratedly, the smile on his face so big that it seemed like he wanted to open the wound a few more centimeters, and Zero just nodded. However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is not the kind of ignorance and coldness, but a kind of familiar and well-behaved accommodation. Then she took the initiative to carry Mercer's deliberately free arm, which illustrated this point.

For a while, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred naturally need not be said.

"Hey, junior brother, you're a classmate! It is said that one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people, and people have the strength, girls and tickets, why are you just like this? ”

Fingal's inconspicuous ridicule did not stimulate Lu Mingfei, but only gave him a roll of his eyes.

However, when exactly did everything change?

Lu Mingfei was a little confused, and the scene of this guy dragging himself to the Internet café to play a teaching match came to his mind, and when he was abused by an occasional master on the battle platform, he immediately let go of the game again, and then pushed himself up, and the same cheap smile as himself - everyone was similar at that time, right?

And the ball is about to begin

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