Magical Strategist

Liang Bo was drunk and said in a loud voice: "Yesterday, the La Scala Academy was established. Today, we have 200 teachers and students. Although the number is small, we have a goal to pursue. So I firmly believe that tomorrow, our concerts will develop throughout the country and even the world, and our musicians will grow from 200 to 2,000, 20,000, or even 2 million!"

Clap, clap, clap... Another round of thunderous applause...

At this moment, the real dragon could only follow the applause and pretend to blend in with the crowd. After all, what Liang Bo said was not what he really thought, and what he wanted to do had nothing to do with music.

Suddenly, Zhenlong felt something under the table stepping on his foot. Zhenlong turned his head to look at Teresa who was sitting on his right, and saw that Sister Sha's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something to him. So Zhenlong leaned over and got close to Teresa, and heard Teresa whispering softly: "Drink less and don't forget our purpose."

"I know, Sister Sha, don't worry." Zhenlong responded. In his opinion, Sister Sha is a wise woman. When he was hesitating whether to help Liang Bo to be the "lead male singer", Sister Sha had already made a plan for herself. After being the lead singer, she can easily enter the City Lord's Mansion and will not be suspected. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone. "Wait, Sister Sha just said: "Don't forget our purpose", which sounds like a reminder to myself not to drink too much, but in fact it has another meaning." Zhenlong suddenly realized and finally understood what Teresa meant.

"Uncle Liang, can I make a request?" Zhenlong suddenly said.

"Of course, nephew Aaron, just tell me." Uncle Liang said readily.

Zhenlong looked at Teresa and said, "Can you bring Sister Sha with you on the day of the performance?"

"That's not possible, I'm afraid. In order for the birthday party to proceed safely and smoothly, the city lord will strictly control the number of people entering. Anyone not related to the birthday party performance will not be allowed to enter. Our number was reported several days ago, a total of twenty-one. It will be quite difficult to increase the number of people. Aaron, I'm really sorry." Liang Bo said helplessly.

The real dragon was inevitably disappointed after hearing this. It would be difficult for him to get Yasuo by his own strength, and he needed Teresa's help.

"I think it's okay." A long-haired man interrupted. "Shasha can be the support staff. It's not too much to have one support staff for a symphony orchestra, right?"

"Oh, why didn't I think of this? I will report to add a logistics staff member tomorrow." Liang Bo said with a smile.

Zhenlong said with great joy: "Thank you so much, Uncle Liang!"

"What are you saying? I should be the one thanking you. Come on, Aaron, have a drink!" Liang Bo raised his glass.

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The drinking session lasted until late at night.

That night, Zhenlong and Teresa were arranged to stay in two high-end dormitories of the college.

There was finally a place to rest, and Teresa breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that God still favored his children. Teresa stood by the bed, clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and prayed: Father, I thank you, because you have taken care of me with your kindness and protected me with your great power throughout the day, so that I can rest both mentally and physically...

In the next room, Zhenlong had already fallen into a deep sleep. How could he know that it was Teresa who helped him take off his clothes when he was drunk?

The night at the Conservatory of Music was unusually quiet, with few sounds except for the occasional carriage passing by. It was a bit chilly on this midsummer night, and under the dim moonlight, few stars could be seen. The dark night seemed like an endless thick ink heavily painted on the sky, without even the faint light of the stars.

Gradually, it was already late at night. The whole world seemed to have suddenly fallen into a mysterious silence.

At this moment, Zhenlong was sweating profusely in his sleep, his eyes were closed, his brows were knitted together, as if he had dreamed of something. "Xiaoya, don't go!" He suddenly sat up and shouted loudly. After a few seconds, he realized that it was a dream. It is true that you dream about something at night. After comforting himself, his emotions finally calmed down. He looked at the copper pendulum clock on the bedside. It was only one o'clock in the morning. Let's sleep a little longer...

Less than two seconds after Zhenlong lay down, he climbed up from the bed again. He spat softly, "Is someone crying?"

Indeed, Zhenlong clearly heard Jianchuanchuan crying, and it was a woman's cry! Who could be crying at this time? Zhenlong got out of bed, put on his clothes, put on his wig, and walked out of the dormitory.

When he came outside, the crying continued, and it seemed to come from Teresa's room. Zhenlong quietly came to the door of Teresa's room and listened carefully. It was indeed Sister Sha who was crying!

Zhenlong wanted to knock on the door to ask, but then he pulled his hand back. He knew there were some things he shouldn't ask about, so he turned around and went back to his room.

creak...

The door suddenly opened.

The person who came out was Teresa, with disheveled hair. Her beautiful face was already in a state of tears. Her whole body was twitching, and she let out suppressed, painful sighs, as if they were being drawn out bit by bit from the depths of her soul with great difficulty.

"Sister Sha, why are you crying like this?" Zhenlong asked. He wanted to know why the cheerful Theresa was crying so miserably.

Teresa wiped the tears from her eyes, trying her best to control the heat that kept pouring out. After a long while, she said, "Actually, I lied to you." "They, they, actually, all..."

"Meishi and the others? What happened?" Zhenlong asked hurriedly. He seemed to have guessed some answers, but he was unwilling to accept such answers. "Sister Sha, please answer me!"

"Since you've already guessed it, why do you still want to ask for clarification? Do you have to make me tell you everything?" Theresa's eyes welled up with tears again, and she said with great sorrow.

The night was very quiet. Although Teresa's voice was not loud, it was like thunder that made the dragon's ears buzz. So many lives, just gone? He couldn't say a word for a long time. He only felt the temperature in his body rise sharply, and his blood began to boil, rushing straight to his forehead.

Teresa didn't want to see the dragon like this, so she quietly came to the dragon's side and said, "Before he died, Meshi repeatedly told me to take care of you and assist you to achieve the ultimate goal." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you the truth..."

"No, Sister Sha, it's not you who should say sorry, it's them!"

"I know the hatred in your heart, but I can't let it control me..." Suddenly, Teresa felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and her legs went weak and she almost fell. She managed to hold her body up, and saw dark red blood flowing from her lower body, along her thighs and onto the ground. Teresa's face was pale, and it was not difficult to imagine how intense the pain was. The humiliation she suffered that day caused her to suffer extremely serious "internal injuries".

"How could this happen? There is so much blood!" Zhenlong knew that normal internal bleeding caused by internal injuries would flow out of the mouth, which is called vomiting blood, but he had never seen Teresa's lower body bleeding.

"No matter what you guessed..." Teresa said with difficulty, holding her lower abdomen, "Don't ask me, and don't force me to recall everything that happened that day, okay?"

Teresa has changed, not only in the length of her hair, but also in her eyes. In her eyes, there is no longer the pure sky, but a bottomless sadness.

Zhenlong nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll help you go back and rest."

Zhenlong originally wanted to ask a doctor to diagnose the injury, but Teresa refused. After all, it was a shameful injury that could not be known to more people. With his company, Teresa's mood became much calmer. Perhaps she found a shoulder to lean on when she was sad, and she gradually fell asleep...

Looking at Teresa's humiliated face, thinking of senior sister Meishi, and the hundreds of lives in the monastery, Zhenlong clenched his fists, his eyes filled with silent anger.

They shouldn't exist in this world and shouldn't be called human beings!