Night had fallen.
The onyx bar in the town was a little different.
Instead of the usual noise, it is very quiet, if you ignore the occasional gulping sounds.
At the moment, all the men in the bar are staring at the figure in front of the bar with fascination, while the women are jealous and can't help but marvel at the same time.
The perfect curves of her body, her long reddish-brown hair falling behind her, the mere sight of her back made you want to hug her.
Just then, she turned around with her glass of wine in her hand and her delicate face appeared in front of everyone's face.
Her feminine temperament and cold expression tormented the hearts of those who were there, like ice and fire.
Finally, someone couldn't resist picking up a glass of wine and walking over to her.
"What would you like to drink, miss?"
The handsome man with blonde hair waved his hand in a bold manner and gave a smile that he thought was charming.
If the woman was really a woman and not Mike, he might not have minded chatting with her, but Mike looked away, brushed his mouth off and said, "Fuck off!"
The sound was clear, like a bell in the frozen earth.
The man froze, and instead of getting angry, he complimented, "That's a nice sound."
Mike: "..."
So, this is what kills a beautiful woman?
He was just using the cards and had a bad taste in his mouth and wanted to stop by the bar and have a drink to see if anything interesting would happen.
The result ... was indeed funny, but it was hard to look at those people's eyes.
I wanted to poke them in the eye.
Mike muttered in his mind.
As he finished his glass of wine, Mike was about to leave when the man stepped in front of Mike with his glass in his hand and said obsessively, "Pretty girl, I'll do anything for you if you want."
Mike narrowed his eyes, looked at the other man and confirmed, "Anything?"
"Yes!"
The man responded with excitement at the look of interest in the beauty in front of him.
Mike mused and said seriously, "Then get a PhD or something then."
With those words, he quickly headed out of the bar, while the man looked at Mike's back and shouted, "I'll get it!"
The corners of Mike's mouth twitched wildly.
There were all sorts of people here.
Walking out of the bar, Mike adjusted his image.
The way he looked now, he would look great at a dance party, he would be the centre of attention, but he was too mature, he needed to be more innocent.
With a thought in his mind, Mike fixed his image and then a card appeared in his hand, and in the instant it disappeared, he appeared near Clark's school.
The dance took place after a dinner party and Mike had spent some time at the bar before coming here at the right time towards the end of the party.
Although the gymnasium, which is the venue for the dance, is off limits after the party has started, is this a problem for Mike ...?
After using his skill to infiltrate the venue, Mike emerged from the corner and made his way to the crowd and started looking for Clark.
Good lord, Clark was nowhere to be found and everywhere he passed, a pair of eyeballs looked like they were glued to his body.
If those kids hadn't had partners, they would have been the first to ask him to dance.
Ha!
See?
With his help, Clark would have been the brightest kid in the room today and would have had no regrets about his high school career!
"Huh?"
Just then, Mike paused in his tracks and his eyes narrowed.
It was Eric!
At that moment, Eric was dancing with a girl in a hug, whispering about something, but the distance between the two was getting closer and closer ...
The corners of Mike's mouth twitched and he turned his face away, before his eyes snapped open.
It was Charles!
The boy was surrounded by several girls, smiling and laughing, looking like he was doing well.
The corners of Mike's mouth twitched wildly.
Well, well, well!
Looks like he won't have to worry about these two kids finding a date.
Turning his head, Mike finally caught sight of Clark.
Clark, dressed in a smart suit, was sitting in the corner with his headphones on, watching the couples on the dance floor with no expression on his face.
It was as if he didn't belong on the dance floor, and he looked very lonely.
What was going on?
It's not that bad for a guy like Clark, is it?
Mike whispered and was about to walk past.
A man left his partner behind and approached him.
" Hey, my name is ..."
"Slap!"
Mike slapped him in the face and pushed him aside as he continued to walk towards Clark.
"Hey, hey!"
The boy spun around and stepped in front of Mike's face again, his face snickering, "You're not going to dance with this freak first, are you?"
"Freak?"
Mike raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, don't you know that?"
The boy looked at the pretty girl in front of him in confusion.
Mike shook his head, looking interested, and said, "Can you tell me about it?"
"Ha, sure!" The boy laughed, "He's a freak of nature, I'm told. ..."
The boy said that he had told all about Clark beating up other students at school, even knocking over a dozen people by himself, and not usually playing sports with other students.
Was it because he was afraid that he might accidentally fail to control himself and hurt someone else?
Mike was a little distressed, but what was the point of hitting other people?
When he asked, the man grinned and said sarcastically, "I heard that someone said something about his dad.
"Really?"
Mike sneered and a card appeared in his hand, flickering away.
[ Skill: Fear ]
The next second, the boy screamed in terror, backing up as if he had seen something horrible, and ran out the door screaming.
Mike walked towards Clark and stood in front of his face, and when Clark looked away, Mike smiled inwardly but said, "May I have a dance?"
Clark was stunned, not expecting to be asked to dance.
He hurriedly took off his headphones and waved his hands at his side, slightly overwhelmed.
Clearly, he didn't know how to face this invitation.
Mike sighed lightly as he watched the scene.
The boy never talked about what happened at school, and if he hadn't come to ...
He grabbed Clark's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, and moved slowly to the soothing music.
It was the last dance.
For a moment, the two were the centre of attention, with Eric and Charles standing by, wide-eyed with surprise but genuinely happy for Clark.
Soon, after the song was over, the two sat down in the corner again.
"So, what's your name?"
Clark asked, a little nervously.
Mike laughed at the look on Clark's face.
This silly boy, he didn't fall in love at first sight, did he ...
"Lois."
Mike blurted out.
"I'm Clark."
Clark introduced himself seriously, not even thinking that the girl in front of him was his father.
Mike nodded and looked to the middle of the dance floor.
The dance was over, King and Queen had been chosen, but what happened next was beyond anyone's imagination.
The 'King' and 'Queen' of the ball were standing on the trophy table in front of the dance floor, illuminated by the spotlight, smiling as they received the attention and applause of everyone, when a pot of red liquid poured down from above their heads.
....