I later took that mask to the university. This was not my intention, but no matter where I threw it, he would find it by himself. For example, if I threw it in the river, it would lie wet on my desk the next day.

, I threw it on the road and it came back to see me the next day covered in dirt. Anyway, no matter where I threw it, it would appear for no reason. I simply didn’t throw it away and took it directly to the university.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy when I first arrived at the university. In the first semester of the university, there were many activities. One of them was the fraternity party for new and old students. Each freshman was required to perform a little show. My singing was originally out of tune, and I couldn’t sing.

It's very difficult to have a show that you can perform like magic. I just remember that I learned a little hip-hop before I went to high school. I thought it would be a good chance to put it to use, but I was afraid of being embarrassed, so I just put on a mask.

, I can’t dance well and others don’t know who I am, but when I dance, I feel like I have personality. Maybe I can get a beautiful girl as my girlfriend, which would be even more beautiful, although I know this is unlikely, because I dance

His skills are actually not much different from my singing skills, but since I have a mask, I don’t have to worry about being embarrassed when I wear it. Everyone will forget who I am, at least I won’t be laughed at.

But there is something wrong with this mask. Is there really no problem? I am not sure myself. Although my heart is about to jump when I think about the dream that night, the immediate benefits are obviously more reliable than the nagging thoughts, so I decided

If you die, die. So what if you wear it? Anyway, the temporary problem is solved.

The event was very lively on the day. A class from the sophomore year and a class from the freshman class were randomly assigned together. The two classes sang, danced, drank, and had fun together. It was originally a fun thing. Although I was terrible at dancing, I really enjoyed joining in the fun.

Yes, and our class teacher strongly encouraged me to have the courage to dance, so I didn’t feel restrained or sad. When it was time for me to dance, I had a do-or-die mentality and stood in the middle of the crowd.

"My name is Uomu, I am a local. I have always been. It is fate for everyone to be able to study here. If I don't dance well, please feel free to enjoy it. If you are happy, I will be happy." I thought I said it loud enough.

So I started jumping.

I'm not very good at dancing. My previous dance class teachers said I should practice martial arts, but that day was strange. Not only did I successfully dance the part I was practicing, but I also improvised a c-walk to the music.

In the end, I accidentally picked up a jazz piece, which attracted applause from the audience. It was obviously me dancing, but I clearly felt that it was another kind of power that was leading me to dance.

I sat in my dormitory at night, shining the ordinary white mask with the charging light on. I really wanted to know what else it would bring to me, so I decided to wear it to sleep at night.

That night I kept having a dream, that is, a man wearing rubber gloves hung a woman sleeping on the bed alive from a tube lamp. The woman's eyes were bulging, and she kept staring at me with the center of her eyes.

I, even I saw her expression, this shot was repeated endless times, faster or slower, until I could see the man's face clearly.
Chapter completed!