In "Knowing a Woman by Smelling Her Scent," the blind retired Lieutenant Colonel Shi Falan danced with a lady in the dining hall to this song. At the same time, One Step Away was also a world-famous tango song.
Many people had heard of it even if they did not know how to dance.
The entire banquet hall was still pitch black. Other than the sound, the silhouettes of all the trainees were hidden in the deep darkness.
Everyone was curious about the identity of the mysterious tutor, and the identity of the trainee who was able to identify the tutor from a single song. Unfortunately, the dark hall did not give them any chance to find out.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were incompetent for a while. It was said that after the main system banned a few of the haters' accounts, they finally calmed down. The style of the live broadcast room was now divergent thoughts and guesses.
[Is there anyone like me who turned up the volume to the maximum and tried to distinguish which pair of sisters are from the instructor group in the dark. 55555]
[Sob sob sob, I'm like you upstairs, but I heard a whole series of footsteps. It's so sad, I cracked on the spot.]
[Sigh, sisters, instead of listening to the sound, why don't you guess who the instructor is and who the trainee who recognized the instructor is? I'll talk about my own speculation first. If the trainee could find the instructor so quickly, they must have known each other before. Even if they didn't know each other, they must be familiar with each other … But to be able to recognize the instructor after just one song, that's too ridiculous.]
[I want to talk about this too. Since the instructor was recognized so quickly, it can refute the previous speculation that no one knew who the instructor was. The instructor must have another identity as a trainee. But it's really strange. If they knew who the instructor was, why didn't anyone say anything?]
[This is indeed a mystery … Could it be that the instructor and the trainee are close friends, so they took advantage of the situation to create a black box?]
Just as everyone's thoughts were diverging and did not realize that they were gradually getting closer to the truth, the situation on the stage changed again.
Almost at the moment the violin prelude started, the Zong Jiu reflexively turned and raised one hand, ready to take the male step.
Inviting the demon to dance was already his limit. If he still had to do the female step, the Zong Jiu might as well quit.
But the awkward thing was, almost at the same time he raised his hand, the person behind him chuckled and raised his hand, naturally placing it on the white-haired youth's waist.
The cold breath brushed past the back of his neck like a snake slithering into the open white shirt, causing the pale skin underneath to tremble.
She squeezed her white-gloved hand between Magician's slender fingers and clasped it tightly. Her hand caressed the space between the leather glove and her bare fingers, leaving behind a trail of coldness as if she was flirting with him.
This was the female step!
Zong Jiu gritted his teeth and forcefully pushed back, trying to use this force to break free.
However, just as he took a step forward and was about to leave the devil's embrace, the cold mechanical voice of the main system sounded in Zong Jiu's mind.
[Warning, the dance dance........
"…" The Zong Jiu was speechless.
His foot twisted in midair and turned in a circle. Then, he stepped on the tip of the black leather shoe and stomped down with all his might.
The hand on his waist tightened slightly as a punishment.
After successfully subduing the magician, No. 1 seemed to be in a good mood, with obvious joy.
"Obedient now?"
The man's smiling voice sounded behind his ear, with a hint of laziness at the end, as if he had already expected him to make the right choice.
Obedient?
The Zong Jiu's back was pressed against the demon's cold chest, feeling the smooth lines of the demon's muscles against his back. He laughed coldly in his heart.
Since his hand was caught, he decisively clasped the demon's hand, turned around, and stared into the dark golden eyes hidden behind the mask.
Legend had it that tango was a dance that originated from Latin America.
Compared to the graceful and polite waltz, or the fast and romantic rumba, tango was more like the whispers between lovers, a secret game. The upper half of the body was extremely distant, while the lower half of the body was entwined in the dance steps.
It was said that men had to wear a dagger when they danced the tango, because it was like a dancer throwing himself into a battle with no regard for his own safety. Compared to showing off the beauty of one's body, the essence of the tango was that of a well-matched opponent.
Zong Jiu gave him a provocative smile, the corners of his mouth curled up under the mask, and he started to dance the male steps without a care.
How were two men supposed to dance the tango?
The two masks stared at each other, with the same outfit and the same crazy soul hidden under the skin.
They faced each other, the thick fighting spirit filling the darkness, and the atmosphere was on the verge of exploding.
The two of them were at each other's throats on the dance floor, neither giving way to the other.
It was like a contest that was so intense that it was impossible to determine the winner or loser. It was also like a game of tag.
One person stepped forward, and the other retreated.
In a contest of strength and beauty, no one was willing to be the first to show weakness.
Even if the darkness obscured everyone's vision, they could still easily guess the expression on each other's face.
Under the cold bodies, in the cold hearts, the same blood boiled in the two different bodies.
The chief violinist played a beautiful bow, from the low note to the high note, and the soothing music suddenly became passionate, like the cry of a swan about to die.
The demon's smile grew wider, and he grabbed the wrist of the person in his arms in the air.
The latter did not dodge. Instead, he moved forward with the force. Like a silver knife, he stabbed into the black-haired demon's chest with an unstoppable and cold aura. He cut open the outer core that was wrapped in malice, endless darkness, distortion, and stickiness. He stabbed into the beating red heart and buried it deep in the bottom of his heart.
They went from far away to close.
So close that their breaths intertwined, and then without any reluctance, they separated with a touch.
The long silver hair scattered in the darkness, spreading out in the shape of a huge fan.
The Zong Jiu spun around in the darkness, and only then did he realize that during the intense dance, the mask on his face had fallen off, and even his original disguise was no longer there.
His height had returned, and he had shrunk by a few centimeters.
But the clothes on his body hadn't changed, it was still the number one three-piece suit.
White and black gloves intertwined, and the tail of the suit drew a beautiful arc.
They were fixed at a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
The trainees around them seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, and they stopped dancing.
In the huge banquet hall, there was only one pair of people dancing.
[I heard it! I bet it's the mentors' team!]
[Wow, I heard it too, I heard it too. This sound … wow, it sounds very intense.]
[Oh my god, I don't know why, it's clearly a normal dance, but why do I hear a kind of competition in the audio, as if they want the other party to immediately … To put it simply, I feel like they're not dancing, but fighting.]
[+ 1, so I'm not alone.]
[+ 10086, that's right, are these two people really dancing, I have evidence to suspect that they're fighting with bayonets!]
.....
Another section passed, the black-haired man reached out his hand, but only managed to grab the magician's fleeting hair in the air.
It was rare for him to be still, and he stared at his fingers, it was hard to tell if he was happy or angry.
But only for a moment, after a moment, he once again revealed an unpredictable smile.
"This is too boring, why don't we play a game."
Here it comes, the devil's favorite game plot.
The other party was very conservative when it came to playing games, the Zong Jiu had played a few games with him, and he won every time.
Recalling the other party's defeated look, the white-haired youth raised his eyebrows with interest. "Oh? Tell me about it. "
The magician also liked to play games, and he wanted to play again after playing, and he didn't mind playing with the devil.
No. 1 showed a displeased expression.
"The main system told me that there's an A-level ant that will become the new number nine after the ball ends."
"If you can win this game, I don't mind …"
He lowered his voice, and there was a hint of a smile. "I'll help the magician do something under the table."
The Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.
Zhuge An had nagged him more than once to reach S-level as soon as possible.
Because only S-level could get the ticket to the final battle.
If he didn't rise to S rank this time, then he could only place his hopes on the next super S rank dungeon. A long night was fraught with dreams.
"Okay."
The Zong Jiu agreed without hesitation. "What rules?"
The black-haired man smiled secretly, and his well-defined hand reached into the shadows.
The next second, a white-gloved hand accurately reached out from the shadows and into the magician's pocket.
"Hmm? Why isn't there anything? "
Relying on his ability to move freely in the shadows, the devil brazenly reached his hand into the Zong Jiu's pocket and searched all over his body.
As expected, finding cards from the magician's pocket was the right decision.
The cold hand brushed past his tight thigh muscles and slowly reached into his trouser pocket. He slowly pulled out a deck of cards.
"Found it."
The black-haired man hummed happily. He opened the deck of cards and threw it into the air.
He dodged the strong wind that swept over his arm and said with a smile, "As long as you can catch the joker card, the number nine position is yours."
If it was that simple, he wouldn't be called a devil.
As expected, following the falling cards, there was a flash of dark light from the puppet threads.
The moment Number one finished his sentence, the Zong Jiu moved.
He ignored the endless obstacles. Even though he was bound by invisible threads, his fingers still grew like plants facing the sun.
Soon, the last card fell to the ground quietly.
As if in response, the violin played the last note and returned to silence.
The devil sighed and pretended to be regretful. "It seems that this time, it's me …"
The magician stepped on his black leather shoes and suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with provocation.
In his mouth, a card with a rolling white edge was firmly between his thin lips. The scarlet red Joker grinned.
Joker, trump card.