Chapter 155 A kiss on the back of the hand

"......"

Edith's mind went blank for a moment.

The first thing she thought about was not Shelly's motive for inviting her to dance, but whether this action was in line with the rules - should teachers invite students to dance?

Even Bertram, who dances to each song with a different dancer, only invites teachers and other adult staff.

Strictly speaking, the college does not explicitly prohibit this behavior, but dancing does have some appreciation implications and is not suitable for teachers and students.

But before she could think clearly, her hand had naturally placed in the other person's palm.

"My pleasure."

She couldn't find a more appropriate response.

After all, they both belong to the same lab, so this should, probably, perhaps be no problem...

Shelly's expression relaxed for a moment, but his hands were still tense. Edith could feel the hard touch of his fingertips, as if he was using a lot of strength.

Edith: “…”

Normally, the man should bend his knuckles, hold the woman's hand back, and continue to be as tense as a board.

She looked up and saw that the band not far away had already adjusted their instruments. She sighed and took the initiative to hold Shelly's hand.

Shelly staggered, and stiffness instantly spread from his fingertips to his entire body.

Edith naturally pulled the other person towards the dance floor. Under the dome, perhaps to adapt to the late night, the brightness of the magic lamp gradually weakened. The originally pale and strong light finally revealed its base color, pouring down like molten gold.

Edith squinted her eyes and looked forward, and for a moment she had the illusion that she was in dusk.

She wanted to find an empty corner, but as soon as she took two steps to the side, the people there retreated to the edge like frightened birds, forcing her to stay in the center of the dance floor.

Edith looked at the familiar face, then looked back at Shelly.

Shelly: "...my students."

I see.

When we met the teacher in the center of the dance floor, she could indeed empathize with the two students' collapse. She obediently stopped her big strides and moved a little to the side, leaving the very center, and stood at the junction of the top light and the side light.

After all, it was the last dance, and people continued to come in. Many of them were a little drunk, and seeing their unsteady steps, Shelly frowned and pulled Edith towards him, avoiding a staggering passerby.

"Thank you." Edith moved her fingers to indicate that the other party was holding it too tightly.

Shelly: “…”

Edith raised an eyebrow.

In her memory, Shelly could do well with just a little hint, so why was he so slow to react today?

"Hands." She reminded.

"Yeah." Shelly responded, loosened his hand, and inserted his five fingers into Edith's fingers.

This time he held it tighter.

...It's true that this is the standard dance posture, but that's obviously not what she wanted to say.

Edith shook her head and could only attribute it to the unfamiliarity that had arisen between the two of them after not spending much time together for a year.

"Why did you think of inviting me?"

Edith pushed her hair behind her ears, took her hand back, and put it on Shelly's shoulder. "To be honest, I'm a little worried - is there a precedent for teachers inviting students tonight?"

The prelude of the last dance music sounded at this time, soft and gentle, and everyone on the dance floor moved slowly to the melody. Shelly put his other hand on Edith's waist, not daring to use force, and glanced in another direction: "... Sorry."

"No need to apologize."

Edith felt a little headache, wondering where the other party learned this habit of apologizing all the time: "Don't apologize all the time in the academy. If you say it too much, others will really think that everything is your fault."

"Um."

Shelly agreed, not knowing what she was thinking, and suddenly corrected her mistake: "You are a teacher."

Edith: “…”

She almost laughed out of anger.

"Okay, then is there any precedent for students inviting teachers tonight?"

"A fifth-grade girl invited Bertram."

A friend's appearance is still very deceptive.

"Bertram promised?"

"No."

"It seems that they are more moral than you."

The two chatted for a few words, and when the topic started to drift away, Edith pulled it back: "You haven't answered yet, why did you suddenly think of inviting me?"

The other party doesn't seem to be fond of party culture.

Shelly paused for a few seconds and then said, "...because I haven't jumped before."

Prior to this, as an ordinary researcher of civilian origin, he had only attended one dance, which was the one where his teacher was promoted to chief researcher.

The dance steps that had been practiced for a long time in advance and the invitations that had been rehearsed several times in advance were all useless when facing a group of nobles who were celebrating with their teacher.

He did not feel regretful. This was a celebration party for his teacher and he was very happy to see her standing among the crowd and shining. As for dancing - there was still a lot of time and there would always be a chance.

......

Will there be a chance?

"...Shirley?" Edith noticed that the other party was a little bit upset and called his name softly. Shirley came back to his senses from his trance, looked at the strange yet familiar face in front of him, and took a deep breath.

It seems that this wish has been fulfilled.

But that is not enough. He does not have a deep understanding of soul swapping yet. He also does not know how long the teacher's body can last, whether there are any side effects, whether the body will leave the body again... This must be studied as soon as possible.

"The teacher agreed very quickly." He lowered his eyes, and as the music reached its climax, he loosened his hands on Edith's waist, allowing her to lean back easily. "I was actually prepared to be rejected by you - sorry, I was just too impulsive."

"To be honest, it was a completely subconscious reaction." Edith smiled, and as the music faded, she put her hand back on Shelly's shoulder. "I lost my memory when I got off the bus at the association."

Shelly paused and laughed.

The two often traveled together in a carriage. When getting off the carriage, as a student and assistant, Shelly needed to go ahead, get off the carriage, walk to where Edith was, stretch out his hand, and help her get off the carriage steadily.

When Edith saw Shelly's outstretched hand, her mind instantly recalled the scene of getting off the bus in the past. While her head was thinking, her body consciously put it up.

"I'm glad." Shelly's voice was a little low. "I'm sorry, it's just been a while since I've been able to reminisce with you like this."

After confirming that she was the teacher that night, he stayed awake all night, fearing that when he woke up, everything he had experienced would disappear like a dream.

Fortunately, everything was true and Edith really came back.

Although they recognized each other, their conversations were limited to matters of life and death, which were important, but indeed too heavy. After experiencing the death of the other party, he cherished everything that he used to regard as daily life.

Conversation comes first.

"Indeed, it's a bit tight." Edith raised her hand and rubbed her brow. "Fortunately, Christmas is coming soon."

Since Duke Eddie wanted to maintain his noble status as a duke, his only waking hours would probably be devoted to the dances organized at home, leaving him with little energy for himself and Shelly. Although the research had to continue, without external threats, the two could at least have a good rest for a few days.

She tried to rekindle Shelly's interest and briskly planned a few things to do for Christmas. Shelly smiled faintly, and his pale face took on a bit of warmth under the halo.

The dance music is coming to an end.

......

"Slow down, slow down, I can't see clearly!"

Bertram grumbled, put a little more force on his companion's waist, and smiled, "Sorry, sorry, can we pause this rotation? I want to see what Scott is doing."

Astrology teacher: "Just dancing."

"This is no ordinary dance!" Bertram suddenly excited. "You don't know Scott, you don't know——"

Astrology teacher: "I know him. Everyone here knows him."

Bertram: "I'm sorry, I mean, you don't know him well - well, from his point of view, I don't know him that well, but I know him well! He is not the kind of person who would be interested in dancing, why would he suddenly invite someone else!"

The astrology teacher raised his eyes and looked in Edith's direction: "That's his lab assistant, right? They have a closer relationship than ordinary teachers and students. Is it strange to invite them to dance?"

"Very strange." Bertram said firmly, his eyes following the footsteps of the two men. "My God, the fact that Scott can dance is actually quite surprising."

He remembered the green dress. He had praised Edith, though he had not recognized her, on the second floor. If he remembered correctly, Scott had also shown signs of anger at that time.

He would definitely interrogate him severely tomorrow!

"Dancing with students, hey, as a teacher..." Bertram kept muttering, and the astrology teacher's ears felt a little numb, and his eyes turned to the side with empty eyes.

She could not understand Bertram's excitement.

"However, the relationship between the two is indeed somewhat special." She narrowed her eyes, "...Maybe I haven't studied it deeply enough."

"I can only sense that there is a strong connection between the two, but it's hard to say what it is."

"What kind of relationship? Feelings?" Bertram was excited but didn't forget to complain, "I've always been afraid of your Astrology Academy. I always feel like I can predict a lot of things."

Otherwise, the queen would not have spent a lot of money to support an astrologer in a tower.

"I can't predict it. People with strong abilities may be able to predict the future by seeing some things clearly, but I'm sorry, I can't even see clearly. I only learned astrology because I was born with a strong sense of perception." The astrology teacher said unhappily, "The relationship between the two may be mixed with emotions, but it is far from being summarized by one emotion. It is more complicated. It is difficult for me to determine in such a short time."

Bertram uttered a sound.

He was really curious.

The two of them just kept dancing in the center of the dance floor until the end of the music. The astrology teacher couldn't stand Bertram's perfunctory attitude anymore, so at her strong request, Bertram smiled and held the other's hand to complete the last few spins.

His gaze briefly shifted away from Shelly, the halo blurring in front of his eyes as it spun. He blinked, listening to the gradually fading music, and out of muscle memory he glanced in Shelly's direction, his pupils contracting violently.

The moment the lights dimmed, the black-haired man lifted the hand of the person in front of him without warning and placed a kiss on the back of the hand.

......ah?

ah? !