Chapter 158 Mizuki Private High School (Thirty)

The theater building and the music building are in two different directions, and their distance from the teaching building is about the same.

The two buildings are about the same size. The buildings combine ancient Greek and Roman colonnades with Baroque and other architectural styles. They look majestic and exquisite.

Compared to the silence of the music building, this place seems much more lively.

It might be that the two of them came by chance, as there was a performance in the theater on the lower floor today, so students wearing costumes and heavy makeup could be seen everywhere in the hall and corridors.

Occasionally, one could hear the high-pitched lines unique to stage plays, which attracted Nan Huan's attention.

Bei Xi's gaze was always on the mercury mirrors on both sides of the corridor.

Even if it is necessary to go on stage and check the makeup at any time, the number of mirrors in the theater is by no means ordinary.

Because there are mirrors on both sides, the not-so-spacious space seems to be infinitely stretched, giving an unreal feeling.

After walking through the busy crowd and going up to the second floor, the noise was slightly forgotten.

However, the layout of the second floor was consistent with that of the first floor. The mirror in the corridor reflected the steps of the two people, and it was hard for Nan Huan not to be attracted.

"There's nothing strange about this?"

Nan Huan was cautious and didn't touch it directly with his hand. He just leaned in to take a closer look. However, he was immediately pulled back on track by Bei Xi who hooked his neck.

"Don't look around randomly. Even if there is something strange, I won't make trouble now. At least I will wait until the exam is over."

[Candidate Nan'an please go to Room 203 as soon as possible to take the practical exam for the drama subject. ]

This time, the faceless teacher did not bring them here, but the broadcast was still very timely. As soon as the voice fell, Nan Huan and Bei Xi had already arrived at the door of Room 203.

The door was opened a crack. There were no students queuing outside the corridor waiting for the exam, but there were faint voices coming from inside the door.

Bei Xi pushed Nan Huan behind him with some concern, then opened the door carefully.

This is a huge practice room. Behind a row of desks facing the door sit three faceless teachers. On the benches on this side of the door sit dozens of students with palm-sized nameplates on their chests.

On the wall to the student's right hand side is a whole mirror, which reflects all the details in the room.

There was a faceless teacher standing at the door in charge of arrangements. When he saw someone coming in, he came forward with a plaque with "Nan'an" in his hand.

But when he saw that there was someone following Bei Xi, he was a little stunned.

Even if the other person cannot speak and has no expression, you can still see her confusion from her body movements.

After all, there was only one person making the broadcast announcement, but now two people came in.

"I..." Nan Huan saw his name with his sharp eyes, raised his hand, and got out from behind Bei Xi, "I'm Nan An, she's my classmate, she's very interested in drama, so I wanted to come and see her."

Nan'an imitated the students and put the nameplate on his chest, and also explained Beixi's identity.

However, the teacher obviously had no interest in the reason why the other party was here, and just gestured for Nan Huan to sit on a chair on the side.

She did not drive Bei Xi away, and the latter sat down with Nan Huan with a calm face.

Bei Xi was originally a little worried, afraid that something might happen to Nan Huan during the exam without her noticing, but now she is very satisfied with the situation.

Those students and teachers had no objection to the appearance of Bei Xi. They didn't even glance at her extra. Some of them even looked nervous.

Others are relaxing their mouths in preparation for the performance that will follow.

Not long after the two of them took their seats, the exam began.

Bei Xi was not too interested in drama. She just learned some of it while learning about the history of the Renaissance. As for the rest, she learned some of it just because Nan Huan liked it and she loved him so much that she wanted to have topics to talk about with him.

Therefore, this kind of practical exam is still somewhat unfamiliar to Beixi.

Students waiting for the exam, in order, draw a piece of paper from a blind box, on which is written the topic and lines to be performed. They only have three minutes to prepare, and then everyone has to perform without a script.

Based on Bei Xi's observation skills, the content in the blind box covers clips from all the famous Chinese and foreign dramas. The content is so rich and complicated that even students who have prepared well in advance still need a little bit of luck in the end to perform exceptionally well.

Moreover, she didn’t know if it was Bei Xi’s illusion, but she always felt that there was something strange about those students when they were performing.

"Isn't she in a good mood?"

Bei Xi frowned and watched for a while, and couldn't help but point at a girl on the field and discuss with Nan Huan.

The disgust on Nan Huan's face was beyond words. "Not only is her mood not right, in just this one minute, she has already looked at the mirror six times. Not to mention that she should be angry at this time, she doesn't show any emotion at all. She is just like an emotionless corpse, speaking the lines mechanically."

Nan Huan swore that this was the most uncomfortable performance she had ever seen. Even watching elementary school students reciting a text was better than watching this.

"And she's not the only one who has this problem. The ones who went up just now all have the same problem."

She spoke to Bei Xi in a low voice, and then turned her confused gaze to the students who were about to go on stage, trying to find out where the problem lay.

After Nan Huan's explanation, Bei Xi finally understood what was strange.

Logically speaking, each person draws a different topic and scene, and some even use different languages, but the performance pattern of each student is the same.

Just as Nan Huan said, they seemed to have been drained of their emotions, leaving them like walking corpses, reciting their lines without any emotion.

Moreover, everyone would subconsciously look at the mirror on that side, because they were facing those faceless teachers, so this action was somewhat obvious.

After listening for a while, Bei Xi looked at the mirror with a lack of interest.

Unlike the feeling of being spied on as soon as she entered the corridor of the music building, the mirror did not give Bei Xi any special feeling. Even after looking at it for such a long time, she did not notice anything wrong.

After a while, there were only a few students left taking the exam in the classroom.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement, but Nanhuan was the last one.

When it was her turn, Nan Huan didn't feel any pressure, and Bei Xi wasn't nervous at all except that the attention was focused on her again.

Nan Huan was lucky as she drew a familiar passage from The Lady of the Camellias, and the lines were also very familiar to her.

I don’t know if it’s because the previous performances were so bad that Nan Huan has been holding back for a long time, or if she simply has a craving for acting and just happened to have this opportunity to show off her skills.

In short, Nan Huan’s performance was so thrilling that most of the students taking the exam had left, leaving only Bei Xi as a loyal audience and a few faceless teachers.

When Nanhuan took his final bow, Beixi applauded solemnly.

Those faceless teachers seemed stunned by this explosive performance. After being stunned for a while, they followed Bei Xi in applauding.

Nan Huan was very satisfied, holding up the hem of her school uniform and saluted.

Just like Beixi’s music exams, the results will not be announced until all practical exams are completed.

The two of them ignored the results for the time being. Instead, they were very interested in the mirror. After the faceless teacher had left and there were not many people in the practice room, they moved closer to observe it from a close distance.

The mirror was very large, reflecting the two people's figures and the practice room behind them, which looked very empty.

Bei Xi carefully tapped the mirror twice with his fingers, but there was nothing strange on the surface.

Nan Huan, on the other hand, stood very close to the mirror, looked at it for a while, and as if he had thought of something, he returned to his position during the performance.

When he looked up again, he saw that in the mirror, which was originally ordinary and where one shadow should have appeared, there were actually six figures of Nanhuan.

She took a breath, and before she could say anything, she felt as if her body was fixed in place, unable to move.

Bei Xi had been paying attention to Nan Huan, so she naturally noticed that something was wrong with her.

And the mirror she saw from the position where she was standing behind Bei Xi was no different from the mirror she saw from any other angle.

In the mirror, there was only one image of her and Nan Huan.

Although she didn't know why Nan Huan's expression suddenly changed, Bei Xi knew that she must have seen a different scene from hers, so she grabbed her hand at the first moment.

Then, the figure in the mirror changed.

Nan Huan's figure changed from one to six, while she was still just one figure. Then both of them seemed to be held in place by a huge force, unable to move.

Suddenly, one of the six figures of Nanhuan emitted a blue light, which broke through the mirror and shone on the two people, as if using the light to create a passage for the two people.

The huge attraction to enter the mission was suddenly projected from the mirror, and the two were forced to drill into the mirror uncontrollably.

Just when Bei Xi was about to take action and pull both her and Nan Huan out of the mirror, the system prompt sounded.

【bite--

Congratulations to the player for triggering the multiplayer cooperative side quest - Dora's Day. 】

Just when Nan Huan thought that the two of them might have triggered another two-player side quest, he suddenly heard a term he had never heard before - multiplayer collaboration.

That means that this side quest involves more than just her and Bei Xi, but there are only two of them here.

The doubts have not been resolved yet, but the system has already pushed the process forward on its own.

【Task Description:

Your name is Dora, you are a student at Shuimu Private High School, and you love school life.

I used a diary to record my life every day, if you still remember.

Please complete your diary after today's experience life is over.

Tip: The moment you enter the mirror, you will completely become Dora. 】

The mission is Dora’s day, she is Dora, so what is Beixi’s situation?

Nan Huan noticed that this mission seemed to be different from the previous two-person side mission, but she had not had time to communicate with Bei Xi.

I felt the arms that had been around me gradually relax and then disappear.

She reached out her hand and felt only the cold and solemn air in the darkness.

At the same time, Bei Xi also heard the system's broadcast.

Except for the fact that it is the same as Nanhuan and it embarks on a multiplayer collaborative mission, the rest are different.

【Task Description:

You are the mysterious person X, with a special birth and existence for a certain mission.

Assist Dora to record today's life.

Tip: The moment you enter the mirror, you will completely become the mysterious person X. 】

For Bei Xi, this task description was not difficult to understand, and from the relevant information, Nan Huan was the so-called Dora, and his task was to assist her.

In the same side quest, there will be precedents where players take on different roles and complete the quest together.

So Bei Xi is not unfamiliar with this situation.

What she was more concerned about was the so-called multiplayer collaborative task. Besides her and Nan Huan, who else had triggered this task? Was he an enemy or a friend?

And she always felt that the prompt was weird.

But before Bei Xi could think about anything else, she realized that her arms were becoming increasingly empty.

Nanhuan disappeared.

Were the two separated by the system?

It shouldn't.

Bei Xi forced herself to calm down. Her task description was to assist Dora and record today's life.

The two were in the same camp, and she also knew Nan Huan's name in the mission. Even if they were separated now, they would probably meet again later.

But if the system prompts the meaning that you understand, it will be a bit troublesome.

This was the end of the thought in Beixi’s mind, and then his consciousness began to blur.

At the same time, Twelve sat in his seat with a nervous mood, feeling uncomfortable all over.

It wasn't until words began to appear on the white paper on the table that the system in my mind finally started to move.

【bite--

Congratulations to the player for triggering the multiplayer cooperative side quest - Dora's Day. 】

In a corner of the school, there was another Twelve who was also confused about the 'multiplayer collaborative task'.

After finishing her basic subject exams in the morning, she was still hesitating, not knowing what to choose for the arts subject.

After all, after reading it over and over again, Twelve still didn't choose a course that suits him.

Then, I don’t know if it was the course selection process that saw through her dilemma, or because she couldn’t make a decision, it triggered some side quest.

Anyway, a prompt suddenly popped up on the phone.

[The system has selected a suitable art subject for you. Do you want to choose it? ]

Twelve clicked on the selection without hesitation.

After all, this kind of system intervention often means that some task will be triggered.

But when she saw the "Screenwriting Subject" selected by the system, she was stunned for more than ten seconds.

Then, she found the classroom for the practical exam according to the broadcast instructions.

Like a piece of blank paper, staring at each other.

After hearing this prompt from the system, Twelve felt like an abandoned child who had finally found his organization, and he almost burst into tears.

But when she looked around, she took a look at the classroom, which was already small in number.

I didn't understand for a moment. There was no player here, so who was I collaborating with?

However, the system did not have time to listen to Twelve's opinions and just went through the process on its own.

【Task Description:

Take "Dora's Day" as the theme and write the corresponding script in the first person.

Tip: Any text that violates the creative theme and logic will be prohibited.

Tip: Please use your imagination. 】

What?

Isn’t this a composition assignment?

Twelve held the pen, thinking to himself, but don't essays like this usually write about 'My Day'?

Who is this Dora?

I don’t even know him, so am I going to make it up?

But this is a real side quest, how can I possibly perform it as I please?

Although Twelve is young, he has rich experience in dungeons.

After accepting the task, he did not start writing immediately, but stared at the white paper very carefully.

The white paper was quite considerate, and under Twelve's gaze, a line of words finally appeared slowly.

【Today is destined to be a day of fear. 】

Twelve never thought that one day she would look at these Chinese characters so carefully. She knew every character, but when they were combined together and placed here, she always had a bad feeling.

And as if to confirm her idea, another line of words appeared on the paper.

Twelve's pupils immediately dilated, and even the desk was pushed forward a little by the force she couldn't control, making a harsh friction sound.

The light blue ceiling looks like a calm lake or a clear blue sky.

This was the first thought that came into my mind after I opened my eyes.

After a little thought, she got the answer as to why she cared so much about the color of the ceiling.

She doesn't like this color.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

Then the three ultimate questions of life appeared in my mind.

The soft bed made my mind a little distracted, and my body still felt heavy from sleeping.

She got the answer to the second question, and she just woke up from her sleep.

He propped himself up from the soft bed and sat up, looking around at the surroundings.

This is not a big room, but the things are quite exquisite. At least except for the ceiling, everything should be in line with one's own aesthetic taste.

In the small space, there are cabinets, desks, beds, and a small reception area. Under the inorganic glass coffee table is a thick rabbit fur carpet.

Oh, I remember now, her name is Dora and this is her dormitory.

The offline thoughts finally connected with the awakened body.

But it was obvious that this connection was still in a poor state, because apart from her own identity and her current environment, she seemed unable to remember anything more for the time being.

If it is where you live, there should always be some traces to find.

She stood up suddenly. The desire to find something that was engraved in her mind made no sense, but it still drove her.

She rummaged around on the desk, and the soreness and slight tingling in her palms made her pause for a moment.

Apart from the fine lines on the delicate palm, nothing else can be seen.

There were no external injuries, no bruises, and even the feeling of pain seemed to gradually disappear as he stared at it.

The sound of rushing water attracted her attention.

She looked out the window. It was a cloudy day and it was raining heavily outside. Although the strong wind blew rain against the windows, the good sound insulation and the frequency that was inconsistent with the sound confirmed that she heard the sound of flowing water, not rain.

Dora's attention was drawn to her and she followed the sound to find her own bathroom.

The shower room with separate wet and dry areas was filled with steam from the hot water. Although her vision was blurred, Dora could still vaguely see a figure.