Yi Chen did not have any particular hatred towards 'Teacher Fang' in his heart, it was more of a psychological shadow.
Ever since Director Cao intervened and separated the two, they had not seen each other until Yi Chen successfully escaped.
When he saw the Plus version of Teacher Fang corresponding to 11 points on the dice, his previous psychological discomfort reappeared and gradually magnified, but was quickly suppressed by Yi Chen.
"If the chef here still remembers me, this teacher Fang might also think I look familiar... This difficult art class might be a bit troublesome."
Teacher Fang stared at Yi Chen for about ten seconds before slowly turning his attention to other people.
“Today I will teach you how to dance. From now until half an hour before you go to sleep, we will dance here without stopping.
To ensure that you dance correctly and avoid laziness or inattention, I have prepared a "dance partner" for each of you, who will guide and supervise you at all times. "
As soon as the words fell,
Teacher Fang shot out a thin line from his right index finger, connecting to the model's head that provided lighting and miasma at the top, and inserted it into the neck of one of the heads and gently pulled it downwards.
Like touching a certain organ,
A sloping opening appeared at the top of the ceiling, and a large amount of model material slid down and rolled out.
Due to the height problem, these materials were cracked and even had slurry flowing out of them, but they were soon repaired to their original state under the influence of the miasma.
Different limb parts attract each other and are assembled into a normal human model.
They are the students' dance partners. Everyone can sense an inexplicable sense of danger from the models, which is even more dangerous than the larvae in the cafeteria. They can even imagine being eaten by the models during the dance.
Teacher Fang's voice came:
“In the first stage, the models will help you dance, and I will be responsible for the music. When everyone gradually gets used to the dance steps and stops making mistakes, we will move on to the next stage.
Don't worry, as long as you keep up with the pace and don't make too big mistakes you will be able to survive.
All right, come down one by one."
Teacher Fang waved her hand gently.
All the chains held by the crowd were disintegrated into miasma, and it seemed that everything in the art hall was under her control.
Although the models on the field are human-shaped, there are many differences between them, and I didn't know how to choose for a moment.
"Don't rush to fight over the models, otherwise they will be very unhappy. Come over to me and touch each other to determine the most suitable dance partner for you."
Everyone lined up neatly in front of Teacher Fang, and she would gently touch the orphans' bodies.
Swish!
An iron ring that came from nowhere pierced through the flesh of their shoulders, with a part of it remaining outside.
Buzz~ The resonance produced by the iron ring will induce one of the models and guide them over.
When it was Yi Chen's turn, Teacher Fang reached out and touched him.
Swish! An iron ring pierced through his shoulder, but Yi Chen had no expression on his face.
"May I have your name?"
"Yi Chen."
Teacher Fang leaned in close, scanning Yi Chen's features with wide eyes, "It's obviously the first time we meet, but I feel very familiar with him. I even seem to have heard of this name somewhere before. Is this really the first time we meet?"
"Yes."
"I'm very optimistic about you, but don't get discouraged after the first round of dancing."
"OK."
Yi Chen found a corresponding model, whose height and body shape were similar to his own.
When the individual touched the model, snap! The model's fingers bent automatically and grabbed Yi Chen, making it difficult for him to break free.
In addition, Yuehen, as a companion, was assigned to a farther distance, which meant that it was difficult for the two to take care of each other during the dance.
Teacher Fang, wearing a long skirt, walked to the corner of the art hall. After touching the mechanism, a piano made of bones and plastic immediately grew inside the wall.
A song "Swan Lake" was played.
When the keys made of finger bones play the corresponding tunes, the sounds of the piano seem to turn into thin threads connected to the bodies of each model on the stage, leading them to start dancing.
The movements at the beginning were relatively slow and gentle, and everyone could follow them.
Halfway through the performance, the tune suddenly changed and the overall tempo accelerated, with some inharmonious elements appearing, causing the model's dance to become uncontrollable.
Including Lorian, some people who had no dance background were unable to adapt and were unable to keep up with the rhythm for a while.
Swish!
Their palms were immediately pierced by spikes growing from the model's palms and were assimilated. The skin in the palm area was completely plasticized and stopped only at the wrists.
Lorian stared at his plastic palm, his eyes changed slightly, but he couldn't reverse it with his current means.
"It's worthy of being the talent class second only to the most difficult one. Unfortunately, I have never learned dancing before, so it's a bit difficult to sharpen my skills before the battle..."
At this moment, a hideous human face appeared on Lorian's back.
The theater owner, who was his temporary partner, began to play a role. His ability called acting was fully stimulated at this moment. He directly imitated the model in front of him and danced in sync.
On the other hand, Yi Chen was completely adapted to the sudden change in rhythm.
He had received personal instruction from Teacher Fang during his lifetime and had a sufficient foundation in dance, not to mention that he had also learned ballroom dancing in the gentleman class during his time in Zion.
Moreover, the orphanage where he lived before also liked to play this kind of rhythm changes, and if you didn't pay enough attention, you would not be able to keep up.
As time went on, the music played by Teacher Fang became more and more bizarre, even deviating from the conventional movement. Various bizarre notes led the models to make various abnormal movements.
For example, folding waistbends, bending and rotation of hand joints, 720° loops in the air, etc.
About half of the students could not keep up with the pace during this process, and ended up having multiple parts of their bodies, including their heads, pierced through, turning into human models.
Through their shoulders, they were hit by Teacher Fang on the iron ring.
Clank, clank~ An iron chain dropped from the top, hooked the student who was completely modeled and carried her high into the sky.
Their heads were cut off and used as lamps, while their bodies were kept in the model warehouse for use in future courses.
An hour and a half passed.
Teacher Fang finally stopped playing and gave applause to encourage the students.
"Very good. With the help of your dance partner, you can already follow my melody. Next, I will need you to perform according to my music and express your emotions through dance.
You will keep each other company, and in ten minutes I will play the first piece of music."
Two by two,
Many of the girls naturally noticed Yi Chen, who was not assimilated at all, and took the initiative to find him hoping to become his dance partner.
Yi Chen refused them one by one, squeezed through the girls and walked to the other end of the hall. There was also a person walking towards him.
The two met just in the middle of the hall, and after greeting each other, prepared to perform a joint dance.
at the same time,
Yi Chen used dancing postures to get close to the silver-haired young man's ear.
"Prepare to execute the plan..."
Hearing this, Lorian's eyes widened. "Oh? Are you going to carry out your plan in such a difficult situation? I thought we had to wait until tomorrow."
“There are many different talent classes, and Mr. Fang’s class should only appear if you vote for 11 points.
I had a certain connection with this teacher during my lifetime. If I don’t seize this opportunity, I don’t know when I will die.”
"Okay, the bet is yours anyway. If you want to increase the difficulty, I'll play with you.
Unfortunately, my hands have been assimilated into plastic structures, so their strength may be reduced. "
Yi Chen said with disdain: "If this level can restrict you, the Twilight Clinic will not be completely destroyed... Help me and kill this woman with all your strength."
"With pleasure."
(End of this chapter)