Chapter 90 The Old Campus: She was the most typical and vivid example among them...
The classroom had been converted into a dressing room, and was now piled high with props, instruments, and equipment for the performance. Xue Chao had seen the program list in the auditorium and could match the items to the program titles. There were two plays alone: one was a comedic version of The Little Match Girl, and the other was a love fairy tale tailor-made for the school beauty. Just by looking at the long blonde hair, the poisoned apple, and the crystal shoes, Xue Chao knew that this was a story about a heartthrob who brought together all the princesses.
Given Xue Chao's mediocre aesthetic sense, he felt that this script would probably turn into a comedy show, overlapping with the positioning of another stage play.
But there was one set of props he couldn't recognize—mechanical parts. He couldn't place them in any particular program. Could it be some kind of science and technology competition showcase and awards ceremony that was inserted during the intermission? But the parts looked too old; they didn't seem like "new technological products."
He couldn't help but suspect that this was either a last-minute addition to the program or a show that had been cut long ago.
Just as I was thinking of going to the auditorium again later, the people inside started to make things difficult. Since the clothes were all outside, they couldn't find anything to criticize about his figure. All that was left were cosmetics and accessories, so they started criticizing his face. However, his face was exposed in front of several makeup mirrors for a long time, and they couldn't come up with a single fault, not even a "regret". In the end, they only criticized his hair.
“A grown man with long hair doesn’t look virile at all.”
Xue Chao bluntly stated: "Fashion depends on looks. My face is so convenient. I can shave it bald and you won't need to fix it. As for whether I'm masculine or not... you'll know once you try it."
He was thrown in, pretended to struggle a few times, and when he couldn't break free, he rolled all the way to the prop box and leaned against it to make himself more comfortable. At this moment, his bound legs bumped into the box, and the matches fell down. The blade cut off the clothes on his wrists. Before being strangled by the clothes around his neck, he caught the matches, struck them, and lit them on the clothes around his neck.
With his clothes in disarray, Xue Chao had no time to tighten them. He climbed down impatiently, quickly untied them, cut the other bindings, covered the wooden baseball bat with the headscarf, and threw it into the fire, turning it into a fire poker. He then charged out like that.
The clothes spoke softly, emphasizing a ladylike demeanor, but once the loudspeaker was amplified, Xue Chao heard every single word. He opened the door without even looking at the clothes, and started hitting them with sticks. Since there were so many clothes, he panicked and the flames quickly spread and burned brighter and brighter.
She's self-possessed and elegant, but not as composed as the girls in the dance class. They can even dance like a flower in the fire.
Fang Tailai ran away while they were discussing, and now the clothes that were chasing after her were burning themselves, but she didn't stop. She went up two floors and was stopped by Xue Chao: "Have you had enough of living and want to die?"
She then realized that she had reached the top floor, and the only way up was to the rooftop. She immediately shook her head.
The top floor wasn't affected much by the mutation. It was a senior high school floor anyway, so at most there was some water dripping from the taps. Her mutation storyline had already ended in the dormitory building. Xue Chao pointed to the broadcasting station: "You go wait there first, I'll go find Sheng Hong."
Whether it was out of fear of her getting hurt or because she was in the way, this arrangement suited Fang Tailai perfectly, and he was even more eager to run away than to escape, disappearing inside in a flash.
Xue Chao went down another floor and followed Fang Tailai up the stairs, but the door on this floor was closed.
There was no longer any corridor. Opening the door led to a mirror maze. The corridor served as the starting point in the middle, and the mirrors around it reflected layers upon layers of space, completely enveloped in the pink light that only exists in love hotels. It was as if the red of the dormitory corridor had been adjusted a few shades and turned into pink. One was a sinister red, and the other was a vulgar pink, but both were strange and made people feel uneasy.
Sheng Hong stood in the middle, her back to him. She had already put back on that bright red diamond-studded gown, which fit her perfectly inside, as if it were an extension of her skin, another layer of skin.
She must have been given spiked alcohol, as she was in a daze. I judged this because he had left the door open for so long. With the keen sense of a human sniper, even if he didn't fire a shot, he should at least have given some reaction, but she seemed completely unaware, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
But her posture remained upright, even more dignified than she actually was. Miss Red Rose's beauty was undeniable, but she harbored a fierce, resentful spirit. Even the most beautiful woman has thorns, yet at this moment she stood with an elegant, almost textbook-perfect posture, like a carefully arranged figurine.
The more you look at her, the more she resembles the Rose Nebula. Her long, cool brown hair is carefully styled at the back of her head, and she wears a diamond crown. The sparkle of diamonds all over her body is reflected in countless mirrors, making her look like a starry sky. She is the "stamen" of the Rose Nebula.
Gradually, the women in the mirror changed their appearance, becoming taller or shorter, fatter or thinner, transforming into countless other girls. But the changes were subtle, remaining within a certain range of "beauty." They were all sculpted according to the same logic: smooth face shape, facial folds that looked like mountains from different angles, long eyelashes, big eyes, high nose bridge, red lips, S-shaped cartoon figure... It was as if every cell in their bodies came from the same school. As long as they grew according to this logic, they were bound to be beautiful.
For a moment, they seemed like a batch of Barbie doll figurines, only with different clothes, hairstyles, colors, and frozen expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. However, even the expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were kept within a certain limit, and all of them were beautiful, so it seemed that there was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness at all.
The dim and gaudy pink light made them look more like puppets than figurines.
Suddenly, a dense mass of people appeared in the mirror, falling into the distance. They couldn't really be called people; they were a group of grayish figures, like the default user silhouettes of a system, copied and pasted to fill every inch of the mirror. They had no vitality; they were just a group of background figures.
But the next second, these "patterns" opened their eyes. The whites of their eyes were normal, but the pupils in the center were cameras, reflecting the unique light of cameras. Two white dots and an arc of blue reflected the layered structure of the camera, with the center dot looking like a needle hidden at the bottom.
All the cameras moved at the same time, and their "eyes" fell on Sheng Hong.
As soon as the gaze fell upon Sheng Hong, the girls in the mirror were also brought into view, as if she were their most typical and prominent representative, and they were her countless microcosms.
Thorns coiled in the floor mirror, and as the buds unfurled, blooming red roses emerged from the ground. However, merely "peeking out" was not enough for them; they continued to stretch upwards, releasing an artificially created rose fragrance.
Suddenly, there was a polite knock on the door of the stairwell at the other end of the corridor, but no one answered in the maze. The person outside didn't seem to need anyone's permission. After going through this polite formality, they politely opened the door.
Too far away, and in a maze, of course nothing could be seen, but strangely, the maze itself reflected the image of the person coming... Laiyi.
A smart and respectable suit, made of custom fabric and hand-stitched. Even from this distance, Xue Chao could see the subtle, lively patterns, which were more eye-catching than the rest of the suit... He couldn't quite put his finger on what made them "subtle."
The same goes for his tie; there wasn't a single wrinkle on his entire outfit, as if it had just been ironed. His shoes, belt, and watch were also exquisite, all of which showed that he was a gentleman.
But the empty shell of the suit had a "lucky look," with low shoulders, a slightly hunched back, the suit's abdomen stretched into an arc, and legs that looked like sausages tied together. Even with a head, he was still shorter than Sheng Hong.
But there was no person inside; this outfit made him look like a "person," and no matter how you looked at it, he was glamorous, respectable, and composed.
However, as it entered the maze, its reflection in the mirror was a gigantic monster made up of countless eyes, lips, and hands.
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