"Mijo, what's wrong with you? You're feeling restless." Chaoxiyan stopped dancing and looked at Takemijo who fell to the ground.

"nothing."

"If you feel uncomfortable, go and have a rest first. The next week will be the competition, and adjusting your condition is the most important thing." Chaoxiyan walked over and planned to help Takemijo up.

"No, let's continue practicing." Takemiki avoided the support and forced himself to stand up.

"Hiss~ It hurts so much." Mei Qiao couldn't hold on and squatted down and gently massaged her ankle.

"Mejo, I beg you, go and have a rest. I will practice with you. If you hold on, it will affect your body and delay the competition."

"No, we finally got the permission of the director of the teaching department. We can practice all day long. How can I let you enjoy this opportunity to work hard alone?"

"What?" Chaoxiyan seemed to hear the dissatisfaction in Takemi Qiao's tone, and her face was a little surprised.

"I mean, how can you fight alone? The two of us are together." Meijo pretended to smile, "I'll go out for a break first, and come back to practice with you later."

"Okay, be careful." Chaoxiyan showed an encouraging smile and nodded.

Takemijo was depressed outside the confession room for a long time and pushed open the door.

It was the red light again, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The short man in black walked up, took Takemijo's hand, and made a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, come here, discover the desire in your heart, let the malice help you achieve your wish, and you will no longer be in pain."

"May I have some worries, can you help me solve them?"

"Of course." The short man in black raised his hands, "The supreme God in your heart will help you, guide you, and find the other end of your dream. What is your name?"

"My surname is Zhu, and my name is Mei Qiao."

"Please help me and tell me what I should do to get rid of my pain."

"Looking at your feet, you can sit down first." The short man in black brought an exquisite chair with the shape of a crown on it and the pattern of the other side of the flower on the back was engraved.

"Truru, why are you still standing there?" said the short man in black to the tall man in black.

The tall man slowly walked to Takemijo, leaned down, and made a very numb sound in her ear: "Didn't you say, are we ghosts? Why are we here again?"

Takemijo was trembling all over, frightened, but she didn't want to leave, she felt that the man in black could guide her.

"I...I was so confused last time. Everyone is classmates. How could it be a ghost?"

"Then, do you believe me?"

"I believe in you, I believe in you."

"Do you believe in yourself or not? The most real feeling deep in your heart."

"I believe it!"

"Okay." The man in black stood up, "Garosha, pour this classmate a cup of black tea."

"I got it, Trulu." The short man in black walked into the inner room.

The tall man in black continued, "My name is Rubias Truru, and her name is Kasalgarosha. We two will help you until you complete your dream. You can talk nothing today. You just need to quietly feel our energy and the charm of our confessional hall. Become friends with us! The most sincere friend!"

"Okay!" Takemiki nodded firmly.

"By the way, what are your original names? Which class is from?"

Trulu raised his index finger and placed it in the middle of his mouth: "Secret."

Garosa walked out of the inner room with hot black tea on her hands.

"This black tea can only be drunk by the Duke who held real power back then."

The cups for making black tea are silver-white, with reliefs of vines on them. The black tea is crystal clear and does not contain any impurities, like a flowing ruby.

The tea reflects his haggard face.

“This cup looks so good.”

“Want to know its story?”

"Yes." Takemijo nodded.

"I will tell you when the opportunity comes."

"Let's get started, Trulu."

Garosha held up the violin and Trulu sat in front of the piano.

"Mejo, can you sing a song with our music?"

"I really want to, but I can't sing."

"It's okay, you listen carefully first. I promise, just listen for a while and you will sing."

The music sounded, not like music, as if the creatures in hell were wailing. However, beside this pain, there seemed to be a fire of hope, guiding people toward the oasis in their hearts. The oasis was shaking violently, shaking with the light and shadow. This was not an oasis, but just a mirage. However, people liked this mirage and came one after another.

She saw a vast crowd.

Someone who could not draw walked towards the artist's hall, hugged the trophy made of dead trees, and smiled brightly, but he didn't know that the sharp-cut brushes stood up one by one on the beams above his head, and the beams were hanging down.

There were also a few people who were beaten to the top of the table. Their previous sweat and tears were roasted into steam by the scorching sun, and no one could see this meaningless effort. Only those who sat on it would be admired by everyone. However, the scars they left by violence were clearly seen by everyone. The people who sat on the chair suddenly became bright and beautiful. The people who did not win the chair were not only covered in dust, but the scars were watched with a magnifying glass and laughed at by everyone.

Takemi Qiao was still awake at this moment. She thought to herself: Are these not mirages? Why do they still have to compete for it?

The music gradually reached its climax, but as she listened, she appeared in the picture in her mind.

It was me! When I was a child, Dole, who was still in high school at that time, was my aunt's younger brother and had been staying at Meggie's house. My relatives asked her to call her Uncle Dole, but Meggie didn't. She wanted to call him Uncle Dole. Uncle Dole was so kind and dazzling.

Doer has been versatile since childhood. He sings well, he can dance, he has a good figure, he looks handsome, and he is also eloquent. When he was in kindergarten, he regarded Doer as an idol, and in his ten-year student career, he has always been with Doer. I want to chase him, but he runs so fast. He has now become a hot star with countless fans, and I am just an ordinary high school student.

The University of Arts, which Doll graduated from, is the best art school. It only recruits the best students. Art schools have occupied most of the places, and there are only a handful of places left. If I win the championship in the next month's competition and dance better than Chaoxiyan, I will be able to get the qualification for admission. If I don't get the qualification for admission, there are only two ways left to go to other art schools to go to college, and also to study honestly and take the non-art major.

No, I will never consider the last two paths. I am not a learning material, I can only dance. I only have one path, which is to bring dreams to come true. Only in that way can I be on an equal footing with Doer.

But, but, Door, he was not just kind to me like he was when he was a child.

What should I do, what should I do?

The music raises a tone.

Ah~Ah~ There is a singing voice.

Takemi Qiao couldn't help singing with the fantasy voice in her mind.

"The wings of the flower are her sincerity.

She respects her most important relatives and her most important idol.

She was crazy about it, she was close to collapse.

She went to the brink of taboos for it, and for her to forget the instructions of her relatives,

In order to protect this heart, she was willing to take risks.

Even if you dedicate your life, even if you wither all the petals, you must take out the round fruit.

Dedicated to him personally ~

This is close to taboo love, this is not taboo love~

She did not break through the family affection, she just relied on it~

But this dependence gives her enough strength,

Pick up the poison and swallow it like honey.

The desire for sin is poured into the heart and spleen."

It was such a strange but beautiful noon. It was already half past eleven, and the time for the Confession Hall was over.

Before leaving, Trulu told her: "Tomorrow, you can come and repent in front of your heart, but after repentance, you will be reborn. You will know what to do and you will be blessed."

"Mei Qiao~" a nice voice penetrated into my ears.

He raised his head and saw that it was Luo Keer standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Mei Qiao, are you worried about anything?"

"You don't have to worry about it." Takemijo avoided Luo Ke's eyes and walked around her.

"Just now, I heard your singing. If it were the happiness of a mirage, would you also want it?"

Mejo's body stopped and slowly turned his head: "No matter what difficulties are placed in front of me, I must step on them. He is the star in my heart. I will follow him and will never change my heart."

After saying this, she left without looking back. Although she limped, she had no intention of looking back.

"Take Meijo...What is your heart like? In front is the abyss, in the abyss there is the holy fruit you want. Behind is the plain, but it cannot tolerate the horse in your heart."

"Knock and knock" Luo Keer knocked on the door of the confession hall.

"Today's club activity has ended. If you have any questions, you can come tomorrow at 6 am and 12 am in Chinese."

"I'm here to help you."

The door creaked open, and Garosha stared at Luo Ke's face for a full minute, with a faint green light in her eyes: "Come in."

"Please let me help you."

Truru leaned on the cross: "How do we know that you are really on our side."

"Next, just see my actions." Luo Keer wrapped his hand in front of him, confidently, "I will help you lure your classmates. You are in the light and I am in the dark, inspire the malice in their hearts, let them do bad things, and promote the destruction of this world."

"Hmph, you are so smart that you know our plans."

"Of course, after all, I'm here to help you. I don't know how your plan works?"

"Why are you helping us?"

Luo Keer was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on her face: "Of course it's because I hate this world. I want to see them kill each other. I don't want this world to exist."

"It turns out that I am a fellow fellow. If you do well, we will recommend you to the Lord."

Luo Keer chuckled and showed a contemptuous expression: "I don't need it."

Two men in black circled around Luo Keer and confirmed that there was no problem with her eyes.
Chapter completed!