Suppressing the faint sense of guilt in her heart, she looked at the twisted people in the mirror. She saw that some of them broke their arms alive, but still had smiles on their faces.

Even though she herself was among them, looking at this scene, Nari still felt that these guys in the mirror should not be called people.

The biggest trouble that being able to see a different world in the mirror brings to Nari is the mental attack. She finds it difficult to imagine how a person can bend his body into a ball.

She wouldn't have any reaction to all these scenes in any monster movie, but the whole process happened clearly in front of her, causing her mental torture.

Not to mention the various stretching postures they use, which always make people feel as if their hands and feet are about to break.

The heat erupting from the body due to the exercise made everyone's cheeks turn pink, and sweat licked across their faces. As the stretching exercise progressed, Nari heard more and more people stammering and shouting.

After finally making it to the end, my whole body was sore. The teacher said that when these become things that need to be repeated every day, the body will soon get used to them, and this extended the daily life of ballet dancers.

While the other person was talking, many people sat back, but the mirror behind them didn't give them much cooling feeling this time. So Nari heard them grumble quietly, "It's terrible! The mirror is hot even without air conditioning."

Nari, curious, put her hand behind her back and gently touched the mirror with the back of her hand. Sure enough, it felt hard and warm, not a hint of coolness. She exhaled a breath of hot air. The breeze blowing in from the window was also warm, making her chest feel stuffy.

The teacher had almost finished telling the story and asked someone to lead them to practice the movements separately.

As they began to move, Nari saw that those in the mirror were also moving. They had previously twisted themselves into strange positions, their joints twisted into a mess, with obvious bulges, and some even dragging dislocated hands or legs.

Now they were moving, using their crooked limbs to perform those dance moves, which not only completely destroyed the beauty of the dance, but also seriously polluted Nari's spirit. She felt that she would not be able to eat tonight.

When I was halfway through practicing the movements, there was a sudden knock on the classroom door. The knock was loud and urgent. Without waiting for the person inside to respond, the door was pushed open directly from the outside.

There were three people coming in, one wearing a Western work suit of a front desk staff, one wearing cleaning staff's clothes, and the other wearing ordinary training clothes, who was one of the actors in the troupe.

The last one looked unhappy. He hurried in and started talking in a gibberish to the teacher. He spoke very quickly but kept his voice low. Nari could only vaguely catch a few words.

Something, someone, spilled it.

Those words were confusing, at least Nari had no clue what was going on. But judging from the expressions of the people, anyone who wasn't stupid could guess that it wasn't a good thing.

"The leader and the others are not here?" asked the teacher.

"Going out to communicate." The actor shook his head.

While they were talking, several figures passed by the window. Nari noticed that among them was Liao Xiaoe, whose face was very pale and whose steps were very hurried.

Now Nari felt that she could probably guess a little bit. Poster, dead duck, what will it be this time?

Her hands, still behind her back, scratched involuntarily. This "extreme fan" was truly amazing. He had done so many things, yet he had never been caught...

This made Nari doubt whether this so-called "extreme fan" really existed.

Her thoughts were racing when she suddenly felt a pulling force on her hand, as if someone was reaching out from behind to pull her fingers. Nari's heart skipped a beat and she quickly withdrew her hand, turned around and looked back.

It was a face, her own face, pressed against the mirror. Nari was sitting, and the face in the mirror was right where her stomach was. Her eyes were turned upwards, and the corners of her mouth were stretched in a strange grin.

Her hand was still pressed against the mirror, and Nari's face froze. Could she have just been pulling her own fingers? Although being able to see things through the mirror that others couldn't see had already shaken her worldview.

But this is different from seeing through a mirror. The person in the mirror can touch her. Nari doesn't dare to think too deeply about it. Her worldview is not just shaken now, but it can be said to be crumbling.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Feiyu moved her face closer. Naili looked at her and saw another face next to her own in the mirror. It was Yang Feiyu's face with the same expression on her face.

"Look at myself." Nari said the truth, and Yang Feiyu looked in the mirror, then smiled and sighed:

“Narcissism!”

Nari forced a helpless laugh. Just then, the teacher left, leaving only the others to continue teaching them. Nari waited for another two or three minutes before asking to go to the restroom.

But in fact, she didn't really want to go to the bathroom. She wanted to see what was going on, so she sneaked into the locker room again.

She had seen this once in the morning. Some ballet dancers did not carry the cabinet keys with them, but simply placed them on top of the cabinet for convenience.

Nari tiptoed to take the things down. Ballet dancers are generally tall, with long arms and legs, so it was easy for them to put things on the top of the cabinet, but Nari almost got a cramp.

Fortunately, her fingers were long enough and strong enough, and the thing almost hit her face with a snap. She caught it in a panic, then used it to open the cabinet and took out the card inside.

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