Night falls.

In the rose garden, hundreds of lanterns are lit up, and hundreds of string music play a beautiful dance music.

Dietrie meticulously cooperated with the Marquis's daughter, leading the dance.

His dancing steps were graceful, his waist was straight, and his manners were more polite than usual, and even the discerning old lady was now satisfied with the opening dance from the balcony.

But Dietrie felt a little embarrassed.

The marquis's daughter surprisingly wore a black dress, an inappropriate analogy, dressed as plain as a widow, and he happened to wear a black gown, which looked solemn and excessive, not at all like what they should wear at their age.

In fact, the Marquise had been arguing with her daughter for an hour over the black dress.

"If I didn't wear this, I'd wear my pants and dance." With a look of disgust, Angelica threw the marquise's custom-made feather dress with thousands of crystals on it to the floor.

However, the audience did not know about this episode.

"This marquis's daughter is pretty cool, what should this style be called, Punk?" Duchamp stood in the distance, admiring the magnificent dancing on the dance floor.

"On this occasion, it's actually more eye-catching to wear black, and I'll wear black next time." Learmel also gave high praise to the pair's attire.

But no, among a group of colorful dance partners, the pure black pair seems to be so cold and outstanding.

And some people are not so lucky.

For example, Morgana, although she was qualified for the opening dance, she was partnered with a boy who appeared out of nowhere, she was tall before she wore high heels, her clothes were more fancy than her, and the color was even more frighteningly purple, reflecting her carefully equipped red dress extremely vulgar.

The good mood of participating in the opening dance party made this one person lose.

The dance partner opposite didn't know that Miss Morgana had buttoned him up several times, and was still trying to make an impression on the girl's mind: "In Lower Elias Ribbut, I wonder if Miss Moon has heard of the Ribbent family?" ”

Morgana barely smiled a little perfunctorily.

The long first song is finally over. The boys who were watching from the side jumped down and went straight to the group of girls opposite, the momentum was no less than that of a pack of wolves going out to hunt for food.

Before Xueba could react, his side was empty, none of the three friends were in vain, and he pulled his new dance partner to go down happily and wait for the music to play.

"This is too unjust!" Xueba sat down on the flower stand next to him dejectedly. He occasionally caught a glimpse of the female student over there, carrying her skirt, walking towards the side of the garden.

Morgana wanted to find her henchmen to cover herself, but the henchmen were all pulled down by the boys. She decisively resorted to the trick of urine escape to avoid partnering with the pretentious and noisy Ribbent again.

She walked deep into the shade of the trees and peered out onto the dance floor, waiting for the next dance to play.

"Hey, young lady, didn't anyone invite you to dance?"

A personable old gentleman came up from the side of the path, took off his courtesy, and bowed slightly.

"Listen, how wonderful this music is, how beautiful the night is, I wonder if a beautiful woman like you admires an old man like me and dances with me?"

Perhaps it was the old gentleman's politeness that impressed Morgana, and she reached out and danced with the old gentleman. The old gentleman danced and said, "I have a son, about the same age as you, and I will introduce him to you later." ”

After a dance, Liermu took his dance partner to Duchamp in high spirits.

"Styri, at the opening ball of the social season, you are probably the only one who can sit as steadily as Mount Tai as a mountain."

Learmus stretched out his hand and forcibly shoved his partner's hand to Duchamp.

"My friend doesn't know how to ballroom dance, so it's all up to you to teach him how to dance."

"Hee-hee-hee." The cute and lithe girl raised her other hand with white lace gloves, covered her mouth and laughed.

"The basic dance steps should look like this." The girl really taught Duchamp seriously.

"Wait, I have a way, give me two minutes and let me observe their pace first."

Duchamp's eyes were engrossed in Lemmour's steps, when he made his feet, when he turned around, the width of his sideways, the magnitude of his hand, and the amount of strength he used, all of which he recorded as a martial arts secret book.

"I think the dance steps of this dance music, I remember about it, we can try it."

After a while, Duchamp smugly asked, "How did I dance?" ”

"I learned pretty fast, but I was too stiff, and my whole body was like a stick, gurgling."

"Stiff! How to relax? ”

"It's the whole body following the music, swaying naturally, and the muscles naturally relaxing, just like walking normally."

When Xueba finally found a little dancing feeling, the audience suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?"

In front of him was a tall woman with black hair, the tenth victim of the night.

"It's 9 o'clock, it's time for the dance to end." The brunette smiled seminiscingly at him and turned to leave.

"It's a good dance in the back, or we'll come back tomorrow night." Learmel proposed with great interest.

"But we don't have an invitation."

"With Dietrie here, do we still need an invitation?"

"The day after tomorrow will be about the same, and tomorrow there will only be some middle-aged women." Duchamp felt that the excitement was over, and although the muscles of his whole body were sore from the long-term tension, if he was given another two or three hours, he would definitely be able to dance with a real sense of dance.

"Let's go, let's walk back to school." Eric came over and shouted.

"What about the girls?"

"I'm going to get my bag for heels."

When the girls gathered, Eric counted and found that there was one person missing.

"Where's Morgana?"

The four girls looked at each other, and tonight they were immersed in the sweet words of all kinds of handsome guys, and they had long lost their basic memory and judgment skills.

"Go to the locker room and restroom and look for it again."

After searching the above two places without success, Dietrie suggested a possibility: "The waiter came to ask me just now if I wanted to take the special car of the Marquis Palace, but I refused. Maybe Morgana accepted their hospitality and drove back. ”

Eric reluctantly accepted this reasoning.

Duchamp's heart was unimpressed. When he was dancing just now, he had been trying to observe other people's manners, stealing from other people's dance steps, and according to his sharp eyes, Morgana had disappeared from the dance scene for a while. He put forward another point of view: "Maybe the eldest lady has a temper attack and left early." ”

Liermu and Fang nodded together, agreeing with his speculation.

On the way back, Learmour had been whistling in high spirits, and from the imperial capital, he was obviously enjoying the long-lost social season. The other boys are also boasting to each other in self-aggrandizement.

"I asked for the names of five girls today."

"It's only five, what is there to brag about, my brother asked eight."

"Cut, I don't know!" Isaac triumphantly pulled out the trophy from his pocket, an embroidered handkerchief.

The other boys' eyes fell to the ground.