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In the dance practice room.

Henry's movements are very standard, and no teacher can pick a mistake after seeing it.

But emotionally, any dancer can easily beat ten Henrys.

"Feeling! You need that feeling of putting your whole heart and soul into it!" Teacher Meisha said sharply, "Use your heart to feel and believe! You have to put in, you have to put in!"

He actually felt incredible and couldn't understand it.

Because every dancer will involuntarily burst into emotion when dancing the sacrificial dance, and is assimilated by the sacrificial dance. This is the first time Henry has encountered a situation where he listens to music and dances with everyone but is out of place.

This is so unusual.

The music played over and over again, and the frenzied atmosphere in the dance studio rose from moment to moment.

The dancers are all infected by the music, their emotions are high, and their dancing postures can't help but become more unrestrained and wild.Only Henry, although he looked no different from others, with the same fanatical expression, but Teacher Mesa felt that something was wrong.

During the break, he found Jian Liang and expressed his concerns:

"The sacrificial dance at the celebration must not be sloppy. Henry is the lead dancer, and the effect is not as good as Zhu Wenye."

Jane glanced at Henry who was drinking water, and asked Mesa:

"what do you mean?"

Mesa said: "Remove Henry. He is a newcomer, so it is not safe to lead the dance rashly. You said that this must be a perfect sacrificial dance."

He couldn't go on.

Because Jian Liang was staring at him with a flat look.

Although it is plain, but when Jian Liang doesn't smile, it means that the matter is very serious and important, and it must not be regarded as a plain matter and let it go.

"Teacher Meisha, if you can't teach well, change to another teacher." Jian Liang said simply.

"He must be an excellent lead dancer during the celebration."

As for the specific reason, he didn't need to explain.

Teacher Mesa couldn't help but her knees went weak.

The meaning of "replacement" is definitely not "change teacher to teach", but to carry out his "teacher" work to the end.Losing your job is still a trivial matter, so you can't stay in the tower.

The corresponding allocation of money, rights and status must also be rolled out to the end.

He maintains his body, and each moonlight skin care lotion costs 1 yuan.And teach first-class students to dance, and use skin care products casually.

Teacher Meisha couldn't help but twirled the other four fingers with her thumb.They are so smooth, delicate, with natural fragrance.

He is 40 years old, and his skin will not age more than 25 years old.

Without premium skincare…

"Come on, I will teach you well." Teacher Mesa said to herself, making up her mind, and walked towards Henry again.

"Okay." Henry stood up obediently, ready for the next round of practice.

"Before dancing, you stand facing me." Teacher Meisha said, "stretch out your hands, palms up."

Henry held out his hand.

Teacher Mesa tightly grasped Henry's hand, clasping the back of the hand firmly with five fingers, palm to palm.

"Close your eyes, relax, put your whole body into it, and feel how I make you feel."

He slowed down his tone, as if he wanted to type his words into Henry's heart word by word.

Henry closed his eyes and understood carefully.

He felt two streams of thin energy flowing from Teacher Meisha's palm into his palm, spinning on his wrist, then reversed to the spinning of his elbow, and then to his shoulder... the joints felt numb, swollen, and sore sour.

The muscles are also numb, swollen, and sore.I can't wait to move immediately to dispel this feeling.

That energy is corrosive to a certain extent, and at the same time it is corrosive, it makes people want to stop.

The energy stopped for a while at each of his big joints, and gradually spread throughout his body.

It was like two hands, touching his whole body up and down, and there were marks all over him.

——No, no, no, Zhang Xian said it was impossible!Alarm bells rang in Henry's mind.

Immediately, "Preventing Violence Starts with Children", "Protecting Children's Privacy Rights", "Adults should call the police if they touch these parts, and parents are not allowed to touch them"... Shocking titles jumped out one by one!

However, if he withdraws and resists, he will not know Teacher Meisha's plan, and will not be able to further find out the secret behind the festival dance.

Zhang Xian wants to close the special world, the focus is on the things in this tower.

Zhang Xian gave him energy, he is a leader who will repay his kindness, and he wants to help Zhang Xian!

Henry bit his lip secretly, thinking, "Anyway, I'm just a system, and I can't be measured as a human being..."

He endured the discomfort and continued to experience it with his heart.

After the energy marked the whole body, it gathered up, like a sharp cone, and slammed into Henry's head.

Beads of sweat gradually oozed from Teacher Meisha's forehead.

He also found it difficult to output too much in one breath.

He was developing Henry's empathy.

Dancers have empathy in order to maintain consistent thoughts and steps when dancing.

This is also the feeling these teenagers and girls are cultivating now.

But Henry has never been able to get in, and Teacher Mesa decided to forcibly develop the ability of empathy.

Forcibly opening up is of course different from natural induction, and it is very laborious.

But in order for Henry to experience the feeling of the sacrificial dance, Teacher Mesa has no other choice.

Miss Mesa slowly opened her eyes.

Henry felt that his eyelids were out of control, and followed him to open his eyes.

"Follow me to dance." Teacher Meisha whispered.

"Follow me to dance." Henry synchronized with him and also whispered.

The music is ringing.

Mesa moved.

Henry followed suit.

Hands up, spins, kicks... all the same.

It's like a marionette.

This time, Meisha did not pull away from herself to watch, but devoted herself fully to the emotion of offering sacrifices to the song.

He twisted his body following the music, gradually blurring his vision.

"Very well...that's it..."

He saw a tall altar, a huge magic circle, and a pure white statue.

He heard the gods calling:

"look at me……"

"Sincerity leads to spirit..."

"Believe in me, you will live forever..."

"You will do whatever you want, and you will be omnipotent..."

Tears of happiness welled up in Meisha's eyes, he was willing!

He is willing to offer himself to the gods, from body|body to soul, and ask the gods to take him to a beautiful heaven!

He is willing to dedicate everything to God... Boom.

The statue suddenly split a crack.

The illusion in front of my eyes was like broken glass, peeling off in pieces.

An invisible force pushed Meisha to the ground.

Meisha's face was pale, and a trace of fishy sweetness could not help overflowing from her throat.

Forced to withdraw from empathy, he suffered backlash.

He looked at Henry in surprise.

At this time, Henry also showed a proper look of doubt, and asked inexplicably, "Ms. Mesa, this is?"

"No, it's nothing, do you have any experience now?" Meisha felt his hands trembling a little, he restrained the discomfort in his body, and asked dutifully.

Henry was a little dazed at first, and then he was about to nod when Zhu Wenye next to him suddenly raised his hand tremblingly:

"Mr. Meisha, what happened to your face? Your skin..."

Meisha stretched out her hand to touch her face in a daze, and the moment she raised her hand, his eyes were almost fixed on her own hand!

What kind of hands are those, withered and yellow!Rough!Crumpled!It shriveled as if the subcutaneous fat didn't exist.The cyan blood vessels are lying crookedly on the back of the hand like an earthworm!

"Ah!" Mesa couldn't help screaming.

When he looked up, he saw on the mirror wall that a haggard little old man was sitting on the ground next to the young dancers, looking at him with his mouth half open!

The eyes met.

Meisha's eyeballs rolled stiffly, watching the little old man's eyeballs also slowly roll.

He took a deep breath, and the man in the mirror took a deep breath too.

He almost quickly crawled to the front of the mirror and stretched out his hand—the man in the mirror was getting closer and closer to him, and he also stretched out his wrinkled hand.

The fingertips and "fingertips" touched each other carefully - "Impossible! Impossible, impossible!"

Mesa gasped, clenched her fist, and smashed the mirror desperately.

How could the person in the mirror be him, definitely not him!

This must be just a piece of glass, someone is hiding behind the glass to scare him!

"Ahhhh-"

The smooth and clean mirror cracked, gradually leaving streaks of scarlet blood.

Mesa's hand bones were deformed.

Jian Liang frowned and gestured to the surroundings. Several teachers dragged Meisha, whose hands were covered in blood, out of the dance practice room.

Jian Liang's icy eyes swept across the dance practice room, everyone was trembling like a thorn in their backs.

His gaze rested on Henry, expressive and slightly approving.

Henry's face turned pale, but at this moment, it seemed that he resonated with the emotions of the dancers.

This is good.

Jian Liang thought to herself.

When signing Henry, Jian Liang only regarded him as someone who could dance.

But ever since Henry entered the tower, Elder Du had a feeling - this young man was different.

Mr. Du sent a message to Jian Liang, concise and to the point.But to paraphrase in straightforward language, it is "Even if he dances into a pile of shit, he must appear at the celebration and must be the C position of the festival dance"!

Elder Du's opinion is an order that Jian Liang must carry out.

So Jian Liang asked someone to teach Henry, just trying to make things better.

"It was an accident. You carry on."

What Jian Liang said is the conclusion.

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Henry slowly, and said kindly: "Teacher Mesa is not feeling well, don't worry, that is his problem. You have made great progress, keep working hard."

"Oh... ok, I'm fine..."

Henry didn't want to turn pale either, but he couldn't help himself. He sucked some of Mesa's energy, and without transformation, he felt a bit uncomfortable when he bit into something bitter and couldn't spit it out. .

It happened by mistake.

"and many more."

Jian Liang raised his hand to stop Henry from continuing to speak. He pressed the left ear hole with one hand - there was a small earphone hidden there, and then he couldn't help showing a look of surprise and nodded.

When he put his hand down, he issued an order:

"All of you, clean up and follow me! Now, right now!"

At the same time, the crazy teacher Meisha was stuffed into the narrow elevator like a coffin.

The elevator descends slowly.

The wind in the elevator shaft whimpers:

"It's too late... It's too late... It's too late..."

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