Chapter 210 The Second Dance of Identity Exchange

Kevin Lestrange stood in the center of the stage surrounded by the crowd, bending down and extending his hand gracefully, his movements as perfect as a statue.

Unfortunately, the statue seemed to be trembling. Under the gaze of everyone, he had never been so nervous as he was at that moment.

The emotions in my heart are even more difficult to express, filled with immense desire and unspeakable fear.

He felt as if he was standing on the gap between heaven and hell, just waiting for a response from the angel above him.

Declare yourself ascending to heaven, or completely falling into hell.

The waiting time was so anxious, until Cedric rushed into the center of the stage like a bull.

Kevin Lestrange, who was still maintaining his position, was knocked to the side.

It wasn't until his face touched the ground that this guy finally reacted. He quickly got up and turned around to glare at me.

As a result, when he turned around, he heard the sound of his own heart breaking.

Carl, who had just been sitting in the chief seat, walked slowly towards Cedric in his blood-red high heels.

Looking at the mask that was crooked because of being put on in a hurry, and the black dress that seemed to be just right last night but now seemed half a size too small.

He sighed helplessly, and then looked at them as if they had seen a ghost.

Carl took out a white napkin from his ring with his right hand, and firmly pinched Cedric's chin with his left hand.

Force the other person to raise his head, and then gently and carefully wipe the cream from the corner of his mouth.

"Pay attention to your image. I don't want my dance partner to be a fool who only knows how to lower his head to eat and is unwilling to appreciate any beauty."

Carl complained quietly and threw the napkin directly into Cedric's face.

Then he turned around and walked back to the chief seat and sat down, looking at Cedric who was still in a daze in the audience with a strange look.

Cedric looked at the white napkin in his hand and the puzzled eyes of the people around him, and stood there scratching his head at a loss.

Until a familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

"Hurry up and ask him to dance! What are you doing standing there?"

It was not until he heard the sudden voice in his mind that Cedric reacted. He quickly bent down, stretched out his right hand and said.

"Dear Ms. Grindelwald, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dance!!"

His movements were awkward and funny. Compared with the previous one, he was like a clumsy ugly duckling.

Although Cedric lowered his head and looked at the ground, he could feel that everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Including the person next to him, the feelings of resentment, envy and helplessness were almost solidified.

Like sharp swords, they pierced his entire body into a hedgehog.

He began to feel a little scared, remembering Carl's vengeful nature, and also remembering that he was so busy eating that he didn't pay attention to his entry.

He now began to seriously doubt whether Karl was doing this just to embarrass him or whether he was really angry.

The pumpkin's single-core brain began to dwell on the matter and kept thinking about it.

So much so that he didn't even notice that a white and slender right hand had stretched out in front of him.

Until a complaining voice was heard.

"How long do you want me to stay here with my hands outstretched?!"

Cedric looked up quickly, and saw that gorgeous face still had that wicked smile on it.

The "girl" has not yet followed the tradition of the dance and is waiting for her partner to hold her right hand.

Instead, he pulled the other person up from the ground with extraordinary force, put his head close to the other person's ear, and whispered in a low voice.

"This is the only time I've shown favor to someone who didn't give me face. Don't be shameless again."

"We've danced once before. I led you last time. This time it's your turn."

"Don't forget the role you played today."

"Me!!" Cedric's single-core pumpkin brain froze the moment he felt the warm breath coming from his earlobe.

After saying one word, he stood there like a piece of wood.

If it weren't for the golden mask on his face, everyone would be able to see how red a baked pumpkin pie is.

Carl looked through the holes in the mask and saw the fear in the eyes inside, and smiled helplessly.

He continued to whisper instructions in the other's ear.

"Don't feel any concerns, it's just a great performance. In the years to come, we have to learn how to play the role we should play."

"Performing is a necessary step for a person to grow, but it does not mean that we have to give up our inner innocence and courage."

"You have a mask on your face, don't be afraid, first step, put your arms around my waist, you fool."

Cedric's brain froze and he didn't know what to do. Fortunately, he was good at listening to other people's opinions.

After Carl gave the order, the "Pumpkin Processor" robot immediately began its actions.

He forcefully held the other person in his arms, and the moment the two black dresses pressed against each other, it seemed that someone could hear it at the scene.

Just like a porcelain shop being smashed, the sound of shattering continued to be heard.

But all this has nothing to do with the two people in the center of the stage, accompanied by classical and elegant dance music.

Karl, wearing a black suit, is like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with a mysterious and charming light.

"His" red high heels sparkled warmly under the light, and every time the heels touched the ground, it seemed to stir up ripples.

The boy's face was covered by a ridiculous golden mask, but through the holes in the mask, his bright eyes could still be seen.

There was hesitation and fear in his eyes, but anyone who took a casual glance could still see the depth of his eyes.

Hiding his joy and happiness, his movements were clumsy and ridiculous, like a stiff puppet.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. Even if she is dancing with puppets, the queen’s charm can still illuminate the entire dance floor.

The two of them spun on the dance floor, their steps light and graceful, each turn full of strength and softness.

The girl's black dress fluttered with his movements, like a shadow under the night sky.

The boy's movements were still stiff, and his ill-fitting black suit looked a little strange.

But such a strange dance still tells a perfect story, it is a silent dialogue.

It was like a golden whirlwind blowing through a dull tree, and the emotions and stories of each other were conveyed between the gentle fluttering of leaves.

When the dance music was over, both sides returned to their previous positions, and this time the boy finally became smarter.

The girl took the lead and bowed gracefully, the smile still on her face, and she stretched out her slender white right hand.

Straighten the golden mask on the other person's face.

"Even though it's not perfect, I'm really happy and sometimes imperfection is acceptable in certain situations."