Personality V: I will save everything

But then again, some things have indeed happened quietly in the past month... These things are like ripples on the calm lake, subtle but enough to attract people's attention.

This is roughly what happened:

That day, Natasha was chatting with the dancer. The two talked about all sorts of topics. At this moment, a wonderful idea suddenly flashed through Natasha's mind. She excitedly said to the dancer: "Dear, why don't we exchange clothes and outfits?"

You know, although they come from different worlds, they are the same person after all. They look exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

If you change your clothes, it might produce some unexpected effects!

Natasha thought with great anticipation, wanting to test whether people in each other's worlds could tell that they were not actually the same person.

However, faced with Natasha's sudden proposal, the dancer seemed a little hesitant.

She replied hesitantly, "Forget it... I don't really understand what's so fun about this."

However, Natasha was already so excited by her own idea that she would not give up easily.

She smiled and held the dancer's hand, saying, "Don't be such a bummer! Come on, let me help you put on some beautiful makeup first, and then carefully select a set of gorgeous jewelry for you. I believe that when everything is ready, you will be stunning!"

Just like that, the dancer's resistance was in vain and she was pulled away by Natasha.

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Although they look exactly the same, there are some differences if you look closely, for example, Natasha has long hair, while the dancer has short hair.

In fact, when the dancer saw Natasha's long flowing hair for the first time, she couldn't help feeling surprised.

After all, it would be common sense for most dancers to cut their hair to shoulder length or even shorter in order to avoid having their hair obstructing their vision while dancing.

However, this concept only exists in the dancer's own cognition. There may be more diverse and personalized ways to present the image of a real dancer.

At this moment, Natasha gently picked up the comb and began to comb the dancer's silky hair, and responded softly:

“Why do we have to cut our hair short? We can spend more time and money to carefully coil up our long hair and skillfully match it with some exquisite accessories to make it a beautiful part of the overall look, rather than simply cutting it off.”

As she spoke, Natasha's hands kept moving, skillfully braiding the dancer's hair into an elegant and charming bun.

The dancer slowly lowered her head, her eyes that were shining brightly gradually dimmed, and she fell into silence. Although Natasha's response was just a very ordinary one, she was so thoughtful that she could sense something else in it.

Natasha could naturally keep her long flowing hair as she pleased. After all, she was the undisputed principal dancer of the Paris Opera! Fame and wealth poured into her like a tide, inexhaustible.

Not only that, she also has a top team that will carefully touch up her makeup and design her look around the clock, making her the most dazzling presence on the stage. Therefore, keeping long hair is a piece of cake for Natasha.

However, the dancer was not as lucky as Natasha. She was just an ordinary dancer in the circus, doing the most humble job in the world.

Every day, she had to rely on her body to please the audience in exchange for a meager income, just to be able to barely fill her stomach.

Faced with the heavy pressure of life, she had no choice but to resolutely cut off the hair that she once was proud of.

Because apart from this method, she really couldn't think of any other way to continue to survive in this cruel real world.

Natasha's life was beyond her reach, and she couldn't even understand why Natasha had long hair.

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"Hmm..." Natasha groaned softly. She stood in front of the mirror and examined herself carefully. After some effort, she successfully exchanged clothes with the other person, but even so, there were still some subtle differences that were difficult to ignore.

Those differences could probably be concealed a little with makeup, but the biggest problem that lay ahead, and the only problem that could not be avoided, was the significant difference in the length of their hair.

For the dancer, the situation was relatively easier to deal with. A suitable hat might be able to cleverly hide her short hair.

But when it came to Natasha, things became much more difficult. There was no way to properly deal with her long hair that fell like a waterfall.

Trying to stuff it into a hood is an impossible task, because as soon as you do so, you will clearly notice a bulge on the head, which will be exposed instantly.

Now that things have developed to this point, there is no other way. It seems that we can only resort to the simplest and most rustic means!

Natasha picked up a pair of sharp scissors without hesitation, and with a wave of the knife, her long black hair that fell like a waterfall fell down.

The dancer standing by was so shocked that her mouth was so wide open that an egg could almost fit in. You know, Natasha's long hair was something she took good care of and cherished every day!

Her hair is soft and shiny, obviously well-maintained. If you smell it up close, you can even smell a faint fragrance.

Who could have thought that Natasha would be so decisive and cut them off without any regrets.

However, facing the dancer's inappropriate reaction, Natasha appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

She shook her short hair lightly, raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, and said nonchalantly:

"Why, what's the big deal? It's just some hair. Even if you cut it off, it will grow back. Besides, didn't Jack cut his hair off not long ago? Now that I cut it like this, won't he and I look more like a loving couple?"

The dancer didn't know how to answer. She suddenly realized that the biggest difference between herself and Natasha was her free and optimistic personality.

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Well, now everything is ready. Natasha and the dancer have completely swapped appearances.

"Then we should find someone to test it on." As for Natasha, who was the first person she thought of? Of course, her dear husband.

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Qiu Ke finally finished reading his book "The Art of Writing Organic Reaction Mechanisms", so he planned to start the next book - "Physical Chemistry".

In fact, when Joke was immersed in reading those books, even Alva, who was always rigorous and calm, couldn't help but complain when he passed by by chance.

Although Alva knew very well that with Joke's intelligence, it would be no problem for him to understand these books, he still couldn't help but wonder: Is it really necessary for Joke to read these things?

One day, Joke suddenly said to Alva: "What if I told you that the destructive power caused by Mike's random mixing of the ingredients in his balls is almost as great as Lucas's bombing of the laboratory?"

Hearing this, Alva was stunned for a moment, then fell silent. After a long while, he seemed to have suddenly realized something and said, "So that's how it is..."

After Joke's explanation, Alva finally understood the reason.

It turns out that it was because the naughty Mike was always keen on mixing various chemicals together at will and then stuffing them into his little balls.

The result is predictable. Every operation is like debugging high explosives, and the slightest carelessness will cause a violent explosion.

Faced with such a situation, Jake could no longer bear it. In order to prevent Mike from causing any more trouble, he resolutely decided to teach himself chemistry knowledge so that he could stop Mike's extremely dangerous actions in time.

"You really act like an older brother," Alva couldn't help but comment.

"What can I do? Mike can have fun if he wants. I'm just protecting him."

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"My dear, what are you looking at again?" the dancer asked tenderly, her voice as sweet as the chirping of a nightingale.

However, before coming here, Natasha had told her in detail how she should talk to the person in front of her, but for some reason, when these words came out of her mouth, the dancer always felt a little awkward and weird.

Sure enough, Qiu Ke, who was sitting there, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her lightly.

Then he gently closed the book in his hand and carefully put it aside.

Then, Joke slowly stood up from the comfortable chair, his tall and upright figure casting a long shadow under the light.

"You look so beautiful in this outfit, dancer." Qiu Ke raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a half-smile.

Hearing this, the dancer's heart tightened. Oh no! Was she exposed? With just a casual glance, Jake easily recognized that the person in front of him was not Natasha.

"Ah!" A coquettish voice was heard. It turned out that Natasha could no longer suppress her anger after hearing what Joke said, and she walked out of the corner angrily. Her beautiful face was slightly red because of anger, just like a ripe apple, which made people love her.

"Really?" Natasha put her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, and stared at Qiu Ke and said, "The dancer and I have carefully prepared for such a long time, but I didn't expect that you could see through it at a glance! What's going on? Is our disguise so bad?"

Looking at Natasha's cute and angry look, Qiu Ke couldn't help but smile, and then said affectionately: "Dear Natasha, it's not that you are not good at pretending. It's because......"

He paused, gazed into Natasha's eyes tenderly, and continued:

"Do you remember our wedding vows? [You promised me the rest of your life. I have nothing to repay you with but my soul in exchange.] From that moment on, my soul has been given to you and is deeply imprinted on you. So no matter how you disguise yourself, I can easily recognize you, because my heart will always be closely connected with you, without the slightest mistake."

"Smooth talk......." (○｀e′○)

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Seeing that her disguise had been ruthlessly exposed, the dancer smiled slightly awkwardly, then slowly raised her hand and gently took the exquisite hat off her head.

She held the hat carefully, as if she were holding a precious treasure, then slowly walked towards Natasha and handed the hat to her.

Natasha could not help feeling a little surprised and puzzled. She frowned slightly and asked softly: "What's the matter? Honey, won't you wear this beautiful hat for a while? I think it suits you very well!"

As Natasha spoke, she looked the dancer up and down with admiration, and her eyes showed her love for the beautiful look she had on with the hat on.

However, the dancer shook her head slightly and replied with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Natasha, but this hat really doesn't suit me."

Her voice was calm and firm, revealing an unspeakable helplessness. Although the hat was indeed exquisite, the noble aura it exuded seemed completely inconsistent with the dancer's temperament.

The dancer looked down at the gorgeous clothes and the sparkling jewels she was wearing and sighed inwardly.

Although these luxurious clothes can make her look glamorous on the outside, they can't hide her true feelings deep down inside - they don't belong to her at all. No matter how she dresses up, the dancer always feels that she is out of tune with this noble and elegant style.

In fact, they are the same person from different worlds. In fact, they are not the same at all, they just look alike.

No matter how much she disguises herself, the dancer can never become Natasha.

The temperaments of the two of them are completely different. Natasha gives people a feeling of elegance and confidence, while the dancer is always timid, as if she wants to hide behind others forever. Temperament takes a long time to cultivate, and it cannot be changed by temporary clothes and makeup.

"I can't be 'you'."