Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

Lu Huai's voice echoed in Heita's ears.

As expected, Heita, who was already used to the dance steps, staggered and stepped on Lu Huai's foot again.

Lu Huai just silently supported Heita and held her cool and delicate little hand tightly in his palm.

Heita lowered his head on Lu Huai's chest, and subconsciously exerted a little force on his fingers on his shoulders.

"That person is..."

Her eyes were wandering, and she lowered her head in confusion, looking at the toes of Lu Huai's shoes and her white and tender feet in high heels.

Her legs seemed to be out of control, and she was still taking stiff dance steps, following Lu Huai's steps step by step.

After being silent for a long time, Heita suddenly raised his head.

"Is it your mother?"

The questioning voice was quite certain, as if this was the only answer.

Lu Huai was speechless.

Well, maybe this is indeed one of the standard answers for her.

But Lu Huai didn't speak, he just put a subtle smile on his face.

Seeing Lu Huai's appearance, Heita knew that she had guessed wrong. Her breath froze for no reason, and she asked in a low voice: "Who else could it be?"

"Oh, don't ask so many questions. Come on, I will continue to teach you."

Just when Lu Huai was about to lead Heita to learn the next dance step, Heita stopped and tried hard to pull back the hand held by Lu Huai.

Lu Huai grasped Heita's little hand with a slight force in his palm. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take it back.

Unable to break free from Lu Huai's palm, Heita bit her lip lightly and glared at Lu Huai with resentment.

"I won't dance anymore."

Seeing Heita's angry look, Lu Huai kneaded Heita's little hand with his fingertips and asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

"Why are you angry? Why should I be angry? Are you sick?"

As he said that, Heita stepped on Lu Huai in retaliation, but she forgot that she was wearing high heels.

The heels of his shoes hit the ground with a crisp sound, and Heita felt his feet slip and almost fall to the ground.

Lu Huai's hand holding her waist gently pushed her into his arms.

"You really don't want to dance anymore?"

Lu Huai's voice came to his ears, and Heita leaned against Lu Huai's chest, perhaps because he almost fell down just now, or perhaps because of the residual alcohol that had not dissipated.

She felt her heartbeat speed up.

Stretching out his hand to support Lu Huai's chest, Heita pushed a gap between Lu Huai and himself.

"I said I won't dance anymore." Lowering his head, Heita hesitated, "I'm not angry because I don't like this music."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Lu Huai didn't hesitate at all. He turned around and waved towards the symphony orchestra.

Soon, the band leader walked over quickly.

"Dr. Lu, is there anything you need me to do?"

"Can I change the song?" Lu Huai asked.

"Of course, the track list is here, please take a look."

The person in charge handed the music list to Lu Huai. On the black cover, the gilded palace text looked particularly elegant.

"Here, take a look, which one do you want?"

Of course, Heita just glanced at it symbolically, and then snorted.

"No one likes it."

"This music list is only for selection, not all of it. Just tell us what music Dean Heita likes. There is nothing that our Royal Symphony Orchestra cannot play."

The person in charge seemed quite confident. After all, in his opinion, although Black Tower was a genius, he didn't even study music so thoroughly.

Heita remained silent. She glanced at the symphony orchestra, which was still playing, and then at Lu Huai beside her.

"Don't you know everything? Just in time, you can write a song now."

Seemingly finding an outlet for his emotions, Heita snorted and spoke lightly.

Lu Huai's eyes widened in surprise and he didn't speak for the first time.

The band leader couldn't help but laugh.

They are performing in the palace now, and they are all music works by famous teachers. Not to mention whether Dr. Lu has studied classical music, even if he did, it is impossible to do it at today's banquet...

"Okay, isn't this very simple? Bring me the empty music score."

Before the person in charge's inner activities ended, the smile froze on his face.

"Dr. Lu, are you serious?"

"uh-huh."

Under the surprised gaze of the orchestra leader, Lu Huai nodded without any doubt.

Although the person in charge has doubts, he has no choice. The protagonist of tonight's banquet is the Black Tower Dean. No matter how outrageous the request is, as long as the Queen and the Prime Minister do not come forward to veto it, then what reason does he have to refuse?

Therefore, Lu Huai soon got his wish and got a blank stack of music scores.

Then, the eyes of everyone on and off the dance floor fell on Lu Huai. They watched with curiosity and confusion as Lu Huai took out a pen from his pocket, sat on the steps nonchalantly, and looked at the music score. Then he put pen to paper.

"Dr. Lu can also compose music?" Prime Minister Plantagenet looked at Ludwig beside him with a wonderful expression.

Ludwig coughed lightly.

"I don't know what else he can do."

The symphony orchestra has not stopped playing, but there is no one dancing on the dance floor.

Perhaps everyone is curious about what Dr. Lu, who has completely become the external spokesperson of Dean Black Tower after publishing Lu's law of regression, what can he write?

And Heita also frowned slightly and looked at Lu Huai in front of him.

Did he really start?

After a while, Lu Huai picked up the music score in his hand and shook it. After browsing it briefly, he put away "Describing Reason".

"Thank you for your hard work, man."

[No need to thank you, sir. After writing these contents, my elegant style seems to have improved a little. 】

Standing up, Lu Huai handed the music score to the orchestra leader: "Thank you for your hard work, please play according to this."

Taking the music score from Lu Huai's hand, the person in charge frowned and glanced at it.

"This..." He raised his head and looked at Lu Huai with some surprise, "Dr. Lu, this is really..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Lu Huai smiled slightly.

"No, it's nothing." The person in charge shook his head in amazement, "It's just that I would like to take the liberty of asking, what is the name of this piece of music?"

Hearing this, Lu Huai seemed to react: "Haha, I'm really sorry."

He took out the pen again and wrote a line on the title of the score.

Looking at the words written by Lu Huai, the person in charge was silent for a moment, and then turned around to face everyone present.

"Gentlemen, ladies, distinguished guests, next our Royal Symphony Orchestra will perform the symphonic dance music composed by Dr. Lu."

"The title of the song is just one step away."