C89 Shura Mask

The masquerade, what was this and what was this? It made it look like a foreign country.

My head was full of black lines. People from the student union's publicity department really know how to play.

But speaking of the Propaganda Department, wasn't the driver's son the head of the Propaganda Department today?

This was too much of a coincidence.

"Forget it. This group of students has nothing to do after eating their fill. Why don't you find us trouble every day? Didn't you want to show off in front of the teachers and then give us an evaluation at the end of term?"

I said disdainfully. It's a common trick of those people.

For the third time, I have figured out the rules of the student union.

This thing, you are dilly-dallying a freshman, maybe those junior brothers will come over and help you.

For us old foxes, hmph, think too much.

"No, Su Yue, this time the Propaganda Department is serious. It is linked to the social practice credits. If we don't go, there will be no credits. Damn it, it's just a failure."

Zhu Qilin scolded loudly.

Although the social practice credits weren't a very important subject, if you failed at the end of term, the situation would be very troublesome. If you needed the help of a teacher, others might not be able to pass.

After all, participating in events in this subject meant credits.

However, there had never been a ball like this as a hard indicator. There had never been a ball like this before.

"Eh, buy me a mask too. Hehe, do you take me as an ox warrior? I'm still wearing one."

I had a look of disdain on my face. Suddenly, I remembered that there was an anime that belonged to an ox warrior.

"Fine, this mask of mine is quite good. Yesterday, there was a rare merchant from another province who bought many small toys in his hands. Basically, everyone in our school bought a mask, and it was all made by that person. I estimate that there were thousands of them."

Zhu Qilin said.

However, his words caught my attention. There was a person selling masks, yet he sold thousands of them?

Plus the masked ball that the school was having recently, was there a connection?

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

Looking at the mask of a cow's head on the bed, I felt an indescribable strange feeling.

It was as if he was being watched by a living person. This mask was too bizarre.

"Bro, you haven't come back for the past few days. I'm so tired, so I helped you hang out with the new counselor. Why don't you treat me to a meal later?"

After saying that, Zhu Qilin left the room. It was unknown if he went to pick up girls or what.

I sat alone at the head of the dormitory and called the others.

Through the phone, I also know that Brother Li's vacation has half a month, belongs to the kind of annual leave, in the short term will not appear in the school.

A masquerade ball is a big deal.

A few days later.

The promotional department's printout was sent to each dorm, and was mandatory for two people to attend.

Otherwise, the dormitory residents failed the collective social practice course.

None of us wanted to go, so we had to draw lots.

Fortunately, both Zhu Qilin and I had drawn lots, so we had no choice but to go.

That night, the two of us crossed the small path in front of the cafeteria and arrived at the main road. We walked along the main road for about half an hour before arriving at the venue, the university student event center.

The people of the propaganda department were rich, they actually took over the whole activity center.

Along the way, we saw a lot of other students wearing masks. The atmosphere was very high.

"It's fun, it's really fun. Su Yue, why don't you try it on too? It's pretty interesting."

Zhu Qilin laughed out loud. He had long since forgotten what he had just said. Her face was filled with the word 'sweet'.

When I saw him dancing on the road with a bull's head mask on his face, I should have taken a picture of him with my cell phone.

Finally, we reached the inside of the event center. The two of us first went to register our names, so that would count as our credits.

The center of the room had been transformed into a large dance floor that could accommodate hundreds of people. There were even seats all around.

A few high decibels of low pitched music were playing, causing the atmosphere to become even more lively.

Men and women were wearing masks on the dance floor as they vented out their anger, clearing away the usual pressure.

It was unknown where Zhu Qilin had run off to, so he probably also followed along.

I was sitting in a corner, alone, looking at the mask in front of me, frowning.

"Strange, this is really strange. Since it's an event, why isn't there even a student council member to speak? Logically speaking, we should invite a few school leaders to this slogan event, and then hold a special department book to celebrate."

I said to myself, looking around.

Right now, everyone was wearing a mask. There was no one dressed as a school head at all, nor was there anyone in charge of the student union.

The strong light was shining everywhere, and it was extremely dazzling.

The bass gun roared and vibrated in my ears.

I really can't stand the feeling here. I picked up the mask on my face and went to the bathroom. I planned to find a place to hide for a while. After I find the Scarlet Kylin, I will leave.

Leaving halfway wasn't much of a big deal since it was all for the school credits.

My mask was that of an aboriginal priest. Although it was not green, it was painted with various colors on his black skin. It gave off a mysterious feeling.

Seeing that everyone was wearing masks, I couldn't not wear them.

But even as I put the mask on my head, it felt like an electric shock.

At this moment, I actually couldn't control my hands and feet. I just wanted to madly jump about like the others.

And the feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and gradually, I was losing some control over myself.

It was a sound I could not understand, and my body twisted in a strange motion.

There were also a few men in suits and masks in the bathroom, so I just smiled.

"Stop, stop."

I roared at myself in my heart, but I couldn't control myself in the slightest.

If this goes on, I'm afraid my body will be robbed of control.

How could this be allowed?

There must be something wrong with that mask. What kind of misunderstanding was this?

My heart is filled with rage. The bunch of bastards from the Student Union are actually helping an outsider to scam their own family?

But maybe not. Was it that strange merchant who sold masks and controlled the propaganda department?

Various doubts flashed in my mind. I couldn't care so much now. The right path was to seize control of my body first.

I grit my teeth and shuddered in the face of this power. I could only maintain a clear mind. Following that, a stalemate ensued.

In the eyes of an outsider, I just stood there in a daze.

At this moment, a person wearing a red Shura Mask flashed by. He seemed to have noticed something and suddenly turned around to smile at me.