It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

"I won't tell you anymore. You sleep on one side and I sleep on the other. If you say the shadow will move, you can watch it for me." Lin slowly turned his back.

"Oh……"

Despite the reluctance in his heart, Xiao Jiu still did as he did, and the two enemies who usually quarreled with each other temporarily united their fronts.

She opened her eyes wide and faced the wall in front of her, she was bound to take down the little bastard at the first instant of the shadow moving and then go to Zhou Zhuo to claim credit, but the same action continued for a long time, and her eyes were a little sore.

Xiao Jiu blinked, feeling sleepy in her head, and her consciousness became blurred. She began to wriggle around, and then she was hit by the long leg next to her, and instantly woke up.

"You... what are you doing against me?"

"Is it you who bumped into my leg yourself?" Lin Slowly said helplessly, "I'm a girl, and I don't have any organs that can hit you."

Xiao Jiu always felt that this didn't sound right, and subconsciously brought up the picture that had just appeared in her mind. If Zhou Zhuo was lying on this bed with her, what would he do to her?The temperature on her face rose quickly, a red cloud appeared, and she was speechless.

The two of them fell into a new round of silence. This time, not only Xiao Jiu, but even Lin gradually became confused.

She reacted quickly and entered a state of vigilance, knowing that the mechanism of the scene had started to work, but it was too late to resist now, her brain was still awake, but her body could not act according to the instructions, as if her soul and body were separated.

In the chaotic and blurred vision, Lin slowly and vaguely saw the circles of dark shadows on the wall flowing quietly along the edge, and got into the rotten cotton on the bed.

After a while, the cotton wool became swollen, and the outline of a person appeared, as if someone was lying curled up inside, but there was no other movement.

A stench spread from the inside of the dormitory, constantly stimulating Lin Slowly's senses. She knew that a crisis had emerged, but her body still didn't obey.

In the next moment, a horrifying sense of fear pierced her brain like a thin needle, making her almost stop thinking.

A cold touch clings to his back, and the disgusting smell seems to be right next to him. It is by no means a fragrant and soft JK loli.

In fact, thinking about it, this is the simplest inference. There are four beds in the dormitory. If the bedding of the other three beds has shadows creeping in, how can I be absent from my own bed?

That cold touch is not an illusion, it is like some kind of highly poisonous substance, which is constantly eroding one's thinking. At first, the body can't move, and then the consciousness seems to be soaked in ice water, gradually becoming numb.

Just at the very moment, Lin Ranran's back was suddenly hit by someone. She woke up from the cold nightmare surrounded by fear, and saw Xiao Jiu who was full of anger but was extremely cute.

"Why are you touching me!"

"I didn't touch you, I'm not interested in girls at all!" Lin slowly lowered his voice, "I seemed to have a nightmare just now, and someone got into our bed in the dream."

"What?!" Xiao Jiu's complexion changed, and he whispered, "I seem to have had the same dream..."

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Let me tell you a very interesting story. I finished the update today because I went to duo with my friends. People who play Harry Potter should understand.

My friend Shuang Newt and I communicated with each other throughout the whole process, and I yelled "The cost is almost the same" "No, I can't help it, I will go first" "Dump truck sprint!" "Kill him and kill him! ", I scored almost 2000 points while talking and laughing, which is too ruthless.

Chapter 205 One step away

Looking at the weird and beautiful girl in front of him, Zhou Zhuo had a headache: "May I ask why you have such an idea? Falling in love is not something that can be done just by working hard."

"I don't care, I just want to have a boyfriend. I want to have what other people have. Why can't I have one? Am I worse than them?"

Muzi's tone was taken for granted, and he didn't intend to discuss it carefully. From the second half of the sentence alone, there seems to be no problem, but it seems a bit weird when combined with the scene and identity.

"It's not a question of whether it's good or bad. Love needs an emotional foundation. We've never met each other. Is it a bit premature to talk about this kind of thing?"

"You really know how to get on the pole. I only said that I want to find someone to fall in love with. I didn't say that you can. Why did you substitute yourself?"

With the token provided by Liu Qianqian, Muzi's attitude is obviously much gentler, closer to a real person, but this also means that the difficulty of conquering the opponent has deviated from the battle, and more needs emotional intelligence.

Fortunately, this is what Zhou Zhuo is best at, and he doesn't feel ashamed at all, and continues to move forward with a cheerful face.

"I don't want to substitute myself. I have a girlfriend and I have no other ideas, but I need a friend very much now. Is there only impure emotions between opposite sexes in this world?"

"You can have pure emotions, but I don't want them. I have the right to choose freely, right? If you can't do it, then leave." The smile on Muzi's face was full of malice, "I can recommend you to the next place and stay there. You must be very welcome as a new friend."

"Then I must become friends with you?" Zhou Zhuo asked tentatively.

This sentence is put in other places, and it is time to draw a sledgehammer after asking, but the conditions are not allowed here, and Zhou Zhuo is also very helpless.

After all, what they are facing are some poor children, and the inviters behind the scenes will never allow outsiders to use violence against them, unless the player's strength can surpass the current instance level.

So his next move was that he really had no choice but to go to the next stop first. Compared with this kind of children who needed psychological counseling, Zhou Zhuo preferred those students who liked to make trouble. They had no special advantages, just trying to be honest.

This sentence made Muzi a little surprised. She took a deep look at Zhou Zhuo, and her tone softened: "Do you really want to be friends with me so much? Or do you really want to get my approval and get out of this hell as soon as possible?" ?”

Zhou Zhuo was fine when he was joking before, but now that Muzi is clearly serious, he has to cheer up to deal with it.

"What answer do you want?" Zhou Zhuo chose to ask rhetorically, "An answer, as long as I have the heart, I can give you all the answers you want, but that doesn't mean you can really be satisfied, right?"

This is a method of secretly changing the concept, transferring the other party's problems to what they want. The feeling of wanting to fall in love is very complicated. It seems simple, but in fact what you want is caring, tenderness, nurturing or more .

But after Zhou Zhuo's attention shifted, it became a selection of the most needed emotion. In this process, the requirement was continuously simplified, which seemed to be a concept, but in fact it completely deviated from the original question.

However, Muzi is not the kind of person who is good at scheming, so he fell for the trick very quickly, and replied following the thinking pattern given by Zhou Zhuo: "I... hope someone can listen to me."

"Just like that?" Zhou Zhuo couldn't control his surprised expression, "It sounds very simple, if you don't mind, I can be the audience, maybe I can give you some pertinent suggestions."

Muzi glanced at Zhou Zhuo's strange and terrifying clothes, no matter how he looked, he looked more like a ghost.

"What advice can someone dressed like this give me?"

"Dressing is everyone's freedom. As long as I am happy, I can wear a skirt. Why should I care about other people's eyes?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Zhuo noticed that his condition had declined, so he took out his cup noodles and sucked them up in front of everyone...

Muzi stared at Zhou Zhuozu for half a minute with the eyes of a silly b, but in the end his side was defeated, confirming that this person is really a shameless type.

"Would you mind taking off that mask and letting me see your face?" Muzi asked.

"It can't be peeled off, it's stuck, it will take some time." Zhou Zhuo said truthfully.

Halfway through eating, he felt that it was a bit slow to return to his state, so he took out the blood-stained folding stool from his backpack, sat on the opened folding stool and sucked noodles... The scene became more and more weird.

The stale and rotten smell in the whole dance room was quickly covered by the cheap spices of instant noodles, and Muzi became more and more speechless.

"What you just said is indeed reasonable, I have changed my mind." Muzi said suddenly.

"Oh, it's great that you can think about it." Zhou Zhuo gave her a thumbs up, "What do you want to talk to me? If I think these audiences are too obstructive, I will kick them out."

"Audience? No, no, no, I don't need that kind of thing."

There was an indescribably weird smile on Muzi's face, and his eyes were narrowed into crescent moons, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

"Then what do you want?"

"I want you to dance with me in a skirt." Muzi's eyes were full of smiles, "It seems that someone said that it's okay to wear a skirt, right?"

Zhou Zhuo's movements froze immediately, and the fork on which a roll of noodles was hanging trembled slightly, failing to stuff it into his mouth.

"……wear a skirt?"

"Well, wear my skirt." Muzi nodded, "But I didn't take it off for you on the spot, I went to the locker room to get you one."

Zhou Zhuo rolled all the noodles, which could no longer taste salty, into his mouth, and after a few mouthfuls, he felt full of satiety. He just wanted to talk, but he burped.

Muzi frowned: "It's fine to eat noodles in the dance studio, but you hiccup so loudly in front of girls, it's not polite at all."

"Yeah, I don't have quality." Zhou Zhuo also nodded following her example, "Wear a skirt, right? No problem, you will come with me after a dance?"

"It's just an agreement to make friends. Men really like to eat from the bowl and look at the pot. It's disgusting."

After speaking, Muzi jumped off the horizontal bar and walked lightly to the dressing room.

After she left, Yan Xuan looked at Zhou Zhuo with incomparably shocked eyes: "...to play so big?"

"It's just wearing a skirt, what can I do? I've done even more embarrassing things, have you ever seen a DVA dress?" Zhou Zhuo waved his hands with disdain on his face, "I don't want my child to be tied to a wolf. Your pattern is too small, I don't care argue with you."

Yan Xuanxin said that I am thinking of you, okay?With a hot face and a cold butt, I was depressed for a while, and I was so choked that I couldn't speak.

After a while, Muzi took out a long white dance skirt and put it in front of Zhou Zhuo: "I don't force you to wear high heels. It's not a question of whether you can walk or not. I'm afraid you will hurt me if you step on it."

"Then I have to thank you?" Zhou Zhuo put the folding stool and cup noodles into his bag.

"Of course." Muzi raised his eyebrows, "You have half a minute to change, do you need to go to my dressing room?"

"No, no, I can't take off this bloody clothes, just put it on."

Zhou Zhuo took the white dance skirt, put it on his shoulders, and adjusted the position of the suspenders. After a while, they were all together.

Seeing the other party's weird and funny outfit, Muzi burst out laughing, but after a while, he saw that the white dance skirt was wet with the blood that would never coagulate on the bloody dress, and gradually turned into a dark red with a fishy smell , her expression changed, and she returned to the coldness she had when they first met.

"music."

Muzi clapped his hands, and a voice suddenly sounded above the dance classroom without electricity. This familiar melody was the famous Spanish tango song Por una Cabeza, one step away.

Without waiting for the other party to chase him away, Yan Xuan, an unrelated audience member, immediately took Lin Yi to the outside of the dance room and looked in through the transparent window.

Noticing the change in Zhou Zhuo's eyes, Muzi asked casually, "Have you heard?"

"I've seen the movie." Zhou Zhuo also asked, "Is what we're going to dance tango? I don't have any foundation in dance, so I'm afraid I might make mistakes."

"It doesn't matter. Dancing is different from life. Dancing is the expression of body language. It doesn't matter whether it is wrong or not. Simplicity is the charm of tango. Even if the steps are chaotic, just follow the rhythm and dance."

Accompanied by the melodious melody, Muzi took the initiative to hold Zhou Zhuo's hand, and put the other hand on Zhou Zhuo's waist, driving him forward with irresistible force.

Zhou Zhuo didn't resist, he walked and moved sideways with the rhythm of the music.

As Muzi said, simplicity is the charm of tango, as long as you find it, it feels like stepping on the notes to lift off.

The bodies of the two were pressed together, Muzi's expression didn't change, but Zhou Zhuo's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

"You're nervous," she said.

"Nervousness is the prerogative of the invitee. Besides, you keep hugging my waist, which makes me itchy."

The music is transferred to B-segment minor, and the tone of the violin becomes exciting and high-pitched, interspersed with the harmonica as a harmony, setting off a layered sense of patchwork.

Muzi held Zhou Zhuo's hand, pushed him out, and pulled him back to his side, leading the two people to turn sideways, then raised Zhou Zhuo's hand, pushed his shoulder to make him rotate on the spot, and finally fell into her arms .

This pas de deux was obviously led by Muzi. She was like Lieutenant Colonel Sfalan with strong arms. Every move is like conquering the whole dance floor.

And Zhou Zhuo is Tangna in her arms. With the guidance of the blind lieutenant colonel, she dances to the music. From being stiff to gradually letting go, she gradually finds the feeling of dancing, and her body becomes relaxed.

Turning around, the slender legs kicked out from under the skirt, Muzi dropped his heels, rolled the soles of his feet, led Zhou Zhuo sideways, turned 90 degrees to the left and stepped down. When the distance between the two cheeks was only ten centimeters, Zhou Zhuo found her skin It began to tear and roll up, and countless wounds emerged one by one.

The familiar smell of blood rushed towards his face, Zhou Zhuo's expression did not change, he still followed Muzi's guidance and danced.

By the second half of the dance song, the beautiful girl in Zhou Zhuo's arms had turned into a bloody man with a hideous face. The dark red blood flowed from the wound and fell to the ground, mixing with the sound of the red high heels hitting the floor. , forming a different rhythm.

The tight body made the blood flow to Zhou Zhuo's bloody clothes. He noticed that his panel attributes had risen wildly, and instantly entered a higher level of blood frenzy.

At the end of the song, Muzi took Zhou Zhuo down, and their eyes met.

"Am I beautiful?" she asked.

"Beautiful." Zhou Zhuo's tone was even and steady, "No matter inside or outside, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

Muzi laughed, and in a trance, Zhou Zhuo saw her whole life through her eyes——

Since the third grade of elementary school, I have signed up for dance classes, stretched my muscles, loosened my bones, and stretched my legs. Every day when I go home, my body is shaking. With such efforts, I have successfully won all the dance competition champions of the same age, and I am well-known in the local area. .

When everyone thought that she would enter a professional dance school for further study, her parents made a move that she couldn't understand, and paid her to attend a private high school with elite education as its business project.

In the words of my mother: "You are asked to practice dancing in order to enter a prestigious university with the advantage of being a special student with a low score. Do you really think that dancing can lead a better life than others?"

The belief that Muzi had established since she was a child completely collapsed, but she did not give up, she still persisted in her efforts, trying to change her parents' concept, but nightmares came one after another.

The boyfriend of the president of the dance club actually fell in love with her, who has better dancing skills and appearance. The boyfriend of the president would take the opportunity to visit the class from time to time to show his hospitality. Others can see these details, but Muzi I didn't realize this, I only had day-to-day training in my mind.

In the eyes of the president, she is hypocritical. There is no communication between the two people who have misunderstood, and there is no clue in their usual relationship. They greet each other with a smile, but the hatred is accumulating day by day.

Finally, one day, the conflict between the two parties broke out completely. The president and his friends blocked her in the dressing room, pressed her in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and slashed her face with a utility knife.

In the process, he accidentally blinded one of her eyes, but he didn't stop, instead, the malice that was about to move grew more and more.

The other party was so crowded that Muzi couldn't resist. The boyfriend who had broken up with the president saw this scene, but he chose to shrink back when facing his ex-girlfriend who was holding a blood-stained utility knife. At that time, the distance between them was only one step away. remote.

Muzi lost all hope. In the end, the president who was afraid of being held accountable cut his throat, locked the locker room from inside, and faked a scene of suicide. Big bucks, and the numbers are pretty impressive.

Muzi, who died tragically, didn't understand until the end why these companions who used to dance with her had so much hatred for her. This hatred turned her into an evil spirit entrenched in the gymnasium, which has continued to this day.

And her wish is actually very simple. If she had a reliable boyfriend at that time, she could stand up when she was being bullied without doing anything, even if she just yelled "what are you doing" at those people, they would probably be angry because Are you scared and running away?

After regaining consciousness, the girl in front of her regained her usual pretty appearance, but the pain hidden in her eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.

"Okay." Muzi let go of his hand and took a step back, "I've got the answer I want, you go, get out of here quickly, and never come back."

She turned around, but Zhou Zhuo suddenly leaned over and held her hand.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm going to take you out of here."