"Hey, it's the little girl from the Jiang family."

Su Shijun, who is a councilor under the moon, noticed the lonely and brilliant red on the grass in the blink of an eye, and there was a hint of surprise and a smile in his voice.

Zheng Qing suddenly looked away, looking at the witch on the golden seat.

In the next second, he let out a muffled snort, and quickly lowered his gaze—Su Shijun today didn't wear glasses, and even put on makeup! God knows how much this direct gaze from a close distance caused the young wizard to be so irritated, he felt as if a towel had been wrung in his heart at this moment.

Because one second, he couldn't breathe because of fear; the next second, he forgot how to breathe because of the beauty that he couldn't look directly at. The two completely different emotions were like two big hands, grabbing the two ends of his heart and twisting it hard.

boom!

A light blue magical firework shot up into the sky and exploded beside the moon. The brilliant sparks outlined a huge blue nine-tailed fox, which dissipated in the spinning of the fox tail, turning into a huge blood-colored bat with spread wings. Then there are the blue wolves, the pearly ghosts, and the brassy zombies.

The images of the five major senator races of the parliament under the moon appeared in the night sky one by one, and the blooming magical fireworks finally awakened the dumbfounded wizard.

"Isn't this the dance party of the Clan under the Moon?"

As soon as Zheng Qing opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse.

"Your tone of voice is like a medieval vampire who just crawled out of a coffin." Su Shijun sat on the throne and looked down at the whole venue with a smile. In the ears of the students: "The dance under the moon, as the name suggests, is a dance held under the moon. As long as the wizard who can receive the invitation card must meet the selection requirements for the dance... In a sense, classmate Jiang Yu is more qualified than you to participate in this dance." kind of dance."

The last sentence made Zheng Qing immediately think of the lunch he had with Jiang Yu, and thought of what she had introduced. The deeper meaning of the dance under the moon is to allow young wizards with different bloodlines to have "friendship" This is a ball with marriage as the original goal.

He suddenly felt a little flustered for no reason.

The huge Christmas tree sat back on the stump, closed its clumsy eyes, and restrained its rough face; the melodious chords of the strings also sounded again, like a rushing river, making up for the lingering after the magic fireworks slowly extinguished. Background void.

The insects began to chirp, the birds chirped briefly, and the toasts were crisp and intertwined. The sweet Christmas songs of the little wizards bloomed in the air above the ball, holy and ethereal. The young wizards participating in the ball one after another, under the guidance of the master of ceremonies , board the high platform, and meet the Queen tonight.

Their manners are elegant, their etiquette is skilled, their greetings are impeccable, and they accept the blessings given to them by the members of the Parliament under the Moon with excited eyes.

Zheng Qing felt that he had turned into a stone sculpture, standing blankly beside Her Majesty's golden seat, with a stiff smile on his face - he can guarantee that no one will notice even if he is rude, because No one can turn their eyes to other places in front of Su Shijun.

But not necessarily.

Because sometimes, the more perfect the small flaws are, the more conspicuous they are. And the best way to avoid being magnified by this 'flaw' is to stay under that 'perfect brilliance' completely.

The entire 'audience' ceremony lasted for more than an hour.

When the last short witch happily left the jade-colored staircase, and the platform was empty again, Zheng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief—not because he could be freed from the rigid posture like a stone statue, but because Jiang Yu Did not come to Yutai to participate in the 'audience'.

Zheng Qing felt that he could not imagine what it would be like for the two witches to stand face to face in this situation. Just thinking about it for a while, he felt as if his blood vessels burst in a negative pressure environment.

"Get ready...it's our turn for the opening dance."

Su Shijun's voice was also full of relaxed feeling, and it could be heard that she was also very disgusted with the red tape just now: "After the opening dance, we will all be free!"

On the Christmas tree, the singing of the little wizards came to an end.

The bright magical fireworks rose again, one after another, blooming in the night sky, and sprinkled beautiful fireworks like a meteor shower. The melodious violin sound suddenly changed, becoming rapid and overlapping, which was mixed with the sound of yellow pipes, drums, piano and many other instruments, which together constituted a rich and distinct background music.

Under the platform.

The young wizards in the grass raised their heads and looked at the fire trees and silver flowers falling from the sky. The wizards could still maintain a bit of restraint in their eyes, while the witches had already raised their small fans to cover their mouths, not hiding the passion in their eyes at all. . Every girl will imagine at this moment that one day, there will be fireworks blooming for herself.

on the platform.

Su Shijun finally left the golden high-back chair.

She raised a hand, put it on the stiff arm of the young public fee student, and walked slowly. The four foxtails behind her shrunk silently ~lightnovelpub.net~ and turned into four hazy green yarns, flowing behind her like flowing water.

One double, two double, triple double.

More and more eyes moved away from the fireworks that were still struggling to bloom, and fell on the member of the Council under the Moon and her dance partner who were slowly walking down the jade steps.

Zheng Qing could clearly feel the self-confidence and elegance naturally exuded from the witch next to him, he could clearly capture the subtle malice mixed in the sights from the grass under the platform, and he could also clearly perceive The witch in the red dress at the edge of the grass was watching this scene seriously.

This made him feel like he was walking on charcoal fire, and the soles of his feet were screaming with every step.

"Concentrate, don't get distracted!"

Su Shijun's reminder came from my ear: "...if you step on the air and roll down the steps, believe me, you will become the biggest joke in the whole school in the next year. No one."

Zheng Qing quietly took a breath, tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, no longer looking randomly at the bright red figure on the edge of the grass from the corner of his eyes, but focused more on his feet.

One step after another was left behind by the two of them.

The dance floor is getting closer.

The faces of the young wizards participating in the ball are becoming more and more clear in Zheng Qing's eyes—in the audience ceremony a moment ago, because the guests came to the stage one by one, he didn't feel the "high attention" at the moment. 'pressure.

This is a real, 'overwhelming' pressure.

The young public finance student recalled the teaching in the mansion, gliding over the faces of every guest without focusing, trying his best to maintain the illusion that he was looking directly at everyone but would never really make eye contact with anyone. The crowd retreated to both sides like a tide, the boys stared at him, and the witches commented on him.

This is a feast for the whisperers.