The past comes to an abrupt end.

Carl sat in the student chair for a while.

He skillfully opened the drawer and took out the Polaroid camera with purple air.

I compared a scissors hand and took a camera to take a picture of the face of the scissors hand sleeping with Alison, which proves that I have come here.

Photos spit out from the camera.

He picked it up and shook it for faster imaging.

As a super criminal investigator, pay attention to evidence.

Polaroid has time records, which fully proves that Carl Brian did not put the pigeons.

The teacher didn't put the pigeon card in the drawer, gently put the Polaroid camera back into the drawer.

Small photo, standing on the pen holder of Alison's study desk.

Although she said countless times, there is no need to waste film because of boring photos.

But every time I treasure it like a household registration book.

Carl knew that Xiao Yang was so sentimental.

Boring photos can give her a great sense of security.

The wholesaler Ka teacher shook his head and smiled, and walked into the light spotted arch of the wall.

After passing through the silver ink light curtain, step out...

What comes to my ears is the noise that brings together into a sea...

One after another, the endless sea of ​​people, the music nearby, the glow sticks in the distance...

The shouts, screams, singing...

This is... Luyisi TV's star concert...

There is such a good thing?!

You just say that the move is 6 or 6!!

He raised his hands and feet, and sweared to the sky that he must have no random thoughts!

It is the first hand to move the space chalk.

The space chalk made by his sixth senior brother Quark is considered a semi-defective product.

After the beach sand of the Sea of ​​Universe was refined, the remaining ashes were accidentally made into chalk by pseudoscientist Quark.

Space chalk can indeed draw arches and easily open the door to go anywhere.

But Chalk has a very last name.

There must be clear instructions.

If the user is focused, there is no problem.

If you have a little distraction when painting an arch, you will be out of control - not even the subconscious mind.

But the reality is... it is difficult for people to control their subconscious mind.

Because the subconscious mind controls the manifest consciousness and then forms instructions in the human brain.

In other words, the subconscious mind controls human behavior.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for humans to change their subconscious mind through expressing their consciousness instructions.

It was estimated that when drawing the arch, Carl thought he wanted to see Alison.

There was a little thought in my subconscious that "you can get to Lu Yisi at any time if you have chalk"...

So generally there is nothing big about it. No one dares to use this space chalk in the three-dimensional earth.

It exposes too many users' secrets and ugliness.

Space Chalk was one of the prohibited items in the past few years.

It is not open to the team leader in various places for a long time, and it is mainly used to save lives - risking death... to save lives.

Carl shook his head, but fortunately he didn't take him to the prehistoric dinosaur era.

His current location is next to the wall behind the hall of the Mythical "Ball Room" concert program.

It's far from the stage, but the vision is good.

You can see at a glance that there are several celebrities singing on the same stage.

Including Lu Yisi, the C-position sparkling.

While no one was paying attention, Carl got into the dim wall spots again.

After coming out, it was still the concert scene...

But this time... it's on the side of the stage.

Carl: em...I didn't want to get closer at all, okay!

Chalk: No, you want to!

Carl: I want to go back to the office to move bricks...

Chalk: No! You don't want to!

It seems that I can't go back to the office for a while...

There are so many people on the side of the stage, which can be simply summarized as: dozens of security guards in the venue, fighting with hundreds of otaku fans in close combat.

In the first row, there were audiences who bought sky-high tickets.

At this time, they all stood up and surrounded the stage, densely packed.

Carl came out of their feet at the risk of being trampled to death.

Lu Yisi was on stage, challenging the song "loveholic" in a high notes.

The front row audience crowded into canned sardines, shouting loudly, singing with the soundless, crying and calling Lu Yisi's name, trying to push the security guard away and jump onto the stage...

Devils danced around.

They left home rationally before going out today...

The poor security guards were as miserable as Carl.

Being hit by countless LED electronic cards; being ruthlessly baptized by countless spitting stars; being squeezed into mooncakes by dizzy otaku fans...

Swinging in the sea of ​​people, grinding shoulders and elbows...

And tolerate screaming physical attacks...

Carl finally squeezed out of the periphery.

Kick something from the foot.

A golden camellia fell on his upper.

He remembered that someone in the Black Pink Club said: Lu Yisi, who likes camellia, is green tea.

Love camellia...

He bent over quickly and picked up the Jinke Tea that was almost stomped.

Fortunately, it was not broken, maybe it was squeezed out of a fan's bouquet.

Looking around, there were many people with various bouquets on their hands. The light below the audience was dim and it was impossible to tell who it was.

At this time, Lu Yisi walked to the stage to interact and pointed the microphone at the front row fans.

In front of the stage, the storm suddenly arose!

Sprinkle a spoonful of oil into boiling water!

Carl was pinching the Golden Camellia that was separated from the organization and was shot back under the stage by a fierce crowd.

Hundreds of crazy otaku stretched out their hands and tried desperately to grab Lu Yisi's microphone like a ghost in hell.

Teacher Ka, who had never been to a concert, was shocked by this scene.

I was afraid that they would pull Lu Yisi off the stage and tear it into strands...

As a result, he was overthinking.

Lu Yisi is still half a meter away from the edge of the stage.

The stage is very high, and the lights on the top are dazzling, so the people below are temporarily blind and can only catch them in a mess.

After the chorus part, the second paragraph began, Lu Yisi returned to the middle of the stage, and Carl felt relieved...

He pinched the golden camellia and looked up at the goddess singing and dancing on the platform.

Lu Yisi stood there, with a soft light on her body.

There were thousands of complimentary applause, screams, and boiling souls in the audience...
To be continued...