The familiar idol song intro exploded on stage!
The "Teriris" on stage instantly got into character, their smiles radiant, their dance steps perfectly synchronized, filled with boundless vitality and infectious energy.
They waved their "magic wands," striking various cute and slightly chuunibyou poses. As their eyes flowed, it was as if starlight was truly twinkling, precisely recreating the stage that had driven countless people crazy back then.
"Woah—! It's Teriri!!" Many audience members who had experienced that era were already shouting excitedly, and some had even started to sway to the highly rhythmic beat.
And Theresa Apocalypse, our respected Headmaster, the idol adored by thousands, the pendant of Judah—
At this moment, a deep blush was visibly spreading from her neck to her earlobes, and then to her entire face.
She couldn't believe it.
She was dying of shame and anger.
She said—
Make it all stop, ahhhhh!
"Woah! Don't look, Rita!!" She whipped her head around, frantically waving her hands to block Rita's view.
But when she looked up, she found her ever-capable maid staring intently at the stage, her face flushed with an unusually satisfied, one might even say obsessed, blush.
A conspicuous stream of red slowly trickled down from under Rita's delicate nose under Theresa's horrified gaze.
"Ri-Rita?!" Theresa's voice cracked.
Rita came back to her senses, elegantly and swiftly pressing a handkerchief to her nose, but her gaze remained glued to the stage.
Her other hand was even raised towards the stage, giving a firm and slow thumbs-up.
Theresa: "..."
You're not right!
Grandpa, where are you? Grandpa, I'm so scared!
She turned to the other side, trembling, trying to ask Bianca for help.
"Bi-Bianca! This...!"
Bianca never disappoints!
She keenly sensed Theresa's plea for help.
So, after careful consideration, she turned her head and spoke with a serious expression.
"Senior Theresa, you must have put in a lot of effort back then! It seems I still have much to learn from you!"
Theresa: "..."
That's not what I wanted to hear!
Schrödinger's voice drifted over faintly from the side: "Joachim... grew up watching this..."
Don't talk about her like she's some old relic!
Clearly she—Headmaster Theresa—is still at the age of being the cutest in the world, okay!!
She looked at Fu Hua not far away, trying to pin her last hopes on this most honest person.
Only to see that although Fu Hua's expression was still calm, a trace of reminiscence actually flashed in her eyes?
She remembered a distant memory sealed in her mind.
Actually... she was also a child who grew up watching [Teriri]...
Finally, Theresa's gaze swept over the ordinary audience seats further away, seeing countless smiling faces excited out of nostalgia or simply because they found it cute, and some were even waving support sticks to the rhythm...
"Ugh..." A barely audible whimper escaped from Theresa's throat.
And so, under what Theresa believed to be the watchful eyes of the crowd, during the deafening BGM and the most exuberant chorus part of the "Teriris'" dance on stage, the cutest Theresa Apocalypse in the world made a final decision—
She ducked her head sharply, wrapped her arms around it, and curled her body up as much as possible, trying to shrink her head into her arms and into the wide seat.
From a distance, it looked like a slightly trembling, steam-emitting white furball had suddenly appeared on the seat.
She chose to be an ostrich.
As long as I can't see it, the "me" on stage wearing a colorful dress and shouting embarrassing lines while dancing doesn't exist!
On stage, the song reached its climax, and the magic wands waved a brilliant light and shadow effect.
Below the stage, in the front row, a certain "white ostrich" continued to play dead, next to the head maid who was elegantly wiping her nosebleed while her eyes gleamed, and others who were either lost in thought or watching with great interest.
The two Shus took in this scene.
No, I can't laugh yet—
[Shu ] even gently nudged Shu with his arm and gave him a look in the direction of the [Teriri Support Group].
Shu followed [Shu]'s gaze and saw a small, purple-haired figure at the very front of the [Teriri Support Group], holding two support sticks and dancing freely to the rhythm.
I knew it. I haven't seen Sirin these past few days.
So she joined the [Teriri Support Group] without me noticing... Hmm, magic with magic, what a suitable and reasonable combination.
The cheerful Teriri song and dance finally ended. Amidst thunderous applause and laughter, the "Teriris" on stage bowed and took their leave.
The lights dimmed, and the host came on stage with a smile, beginning to introduce the next act.
The stage lights dimmed again.
This time, the darkness lasted a little longer, and a solemn and dignified sense of anticipation filled the air.
When the first ray of light appeared, a low gasp came from the audience.
A beam of light, like dawn piercing through the stained glass of a church, with a sacred and gentle color, landed precisely in the center of the stage.
A clear, cold fragrance, of unknown origin, filled the air.
The holographic projection in the background even constructed a magnificent virtual palace, with details so realistic that one could almost feel the texture of the stone.
In the solemn music of a grand organ and strings intertwined, a clear, heavenly children's choir sang a hymn-like Latin lyric.
Although probably few people understood it, the atmosphere was instantly maxed out.
Then, the actors appeared on stage.
They were dressed in exquisite, meticulously researched medieval-style knight armor and nun habits. The material, which shimmered with the real luster of metal and silk under the lights, was definitely no ordinary prop.
And the actor playing Kallen was even more stunning.
Her snow-white hair seemed to have a sacred silver sheen under the lights, her blue eyes were pure, and she held a one-to-one replica of the "Oath of Judah." Every step was carefully designed, with a pace that combined power and divinity.
The entire program was like a condensed religious epic film with a burning budget.
From the solemn investiture ceremony, to the compassionate rescue of refugees, to the "holy war" against a massive Honkai Beast.
The special effects were maxed out, and the light and shadow explosions were comparable to a top-tier movie.
The program finally ended with the silhouette of "Kallen" standing guard alone in the dawn, with virtual white dove wings slowly unfolding behind her, scattering radiance.
Every detail exuded the ultimate exquisiteness piled up by money and resources.
The audience below watched in a trance, shocked by this "production-level curb-stomp" that far exceeded the standard of an ordinary fan club. The applause and gasps of amazement came one after another.
However, after watching this stunning performance, the only thing in Shu's mind was a big, grinning face.
Otto!!