Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 290 Toast: What's going on?

The gap that had just been narrowed was rapidly widening again. Compared with the logarithmic growth brought about by the Violin Killer's life-threatening performance, the improvement curve of Doris's performance, which was initially devoted, was exponential growth compared to the initial performance.

Sweat, rain, and blood mixed together on the killer's body, and his body was shaking violently to the limit.

Even so, it is still out of reach.

Boom!
The string broke.

He still opened his eyes wide, and the bow was still pushing, but the string could no longer respond to him. As the string broke, the blood-red violin began to disintegrate, including the murderer himself.

Everything in front of me gradually faded away, and all my senses fell into nothingness one by one, until finally only vision and hearing remained.

Doris was getting further and further away from him. She was still playing with all her heart, and her performance had changed from a confrontation to a solo. She no longer needed his support.

His body fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the scenery in front of him was completely eclipsed. In the end, it seemed that everything he had was nothing more than a pile of corpses on the other side's path.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that the other party is not the so-called traditional classical person.

What an irony.

Even in terms of heresy, he was just that level.

Amidst such self-doubt and the sound of music, he gradually stopped breathing.

……

Doris finished her performance and her body was soaked by the rain. She didn't breathe or show any emotion. She just stared silently at the corpse in front of her.

The four people behind were already stunned.

It was Gao Song who said calmly, "After I came out of there, I had such a comfortable life that I almost forgot about it..."

Tao Zhi and Mora looked at him subconsciously.

"That is the No. 1 who has to be looked up to by all of us in the monastery, and whose pedestal is supported by the corpses of countless people." Gao Song raised his head slightly, speaking in a calm tone.

Tao Zhi nodded solemnly: "Yes."

"That's not what she wanted subjectively." Mora instinctively disliked Gao Song's statement and retorted with a frown.

"It's indeed not what I want subjectively, but whether it's a monastery or music, some people just keep moving forward and inadvertently trample everything underfoot. She is, and so is the illusion in her." Gao Song continued to state indifferently.

Mora opened her mouth, unable to utter any further rebuttal.

This is a fact.

Behind every "Sun Wukong" in every field lies a group of "heavenly soldiers and generals" with a glorious past.

"Try hard. Even though the band is just for fun, if you relax like this, you might still be dumped for some reason one day. I'm not worried about it though." Although Gao Song has been becoming more and more inactive since he came out, he still more or less has the bearing of a perpetual runner-up.

No matter what, although there is a gap between the first and the person below, there is also a gap between him, the second, and the third person next to him.

Mora: “…”

"It means you have to play seriously if you want to play." Tao Zhi briefly summarized it, but he was also the type who had no burden. Compared with the first, second and third in the monastery ranking, he was really a nobody, except that the functionality of the light seed was stronger after the result.

The huge gap and calm attitude have made him develop the mindset of a seeker. He has been learning and keeping up, and that is all he has.

He didn't need to be reminded, he was always serious. Even if Doris would leave him without food, he would at least be able to get himself to the table first.

Now, it was Mora who felt a little worried.

"Go away, go away. Why are you so serious all of a sudden?" Tikman suddenly popped up and waved at the three little brats: "Just play, why are you so serious? Gao Song, use the phone in my car to call the police. Oh, and call the police as well." Gao Song and Tao Zhi were driven away by Tikman and rushed back to the car.

Tikman turned his head and looked back at Mora. Seeing that she was in a trance, he thought for a moment and said, "It's impossible to catch up with her, but you have a good relationship, just like a family. What you did was definitely not wrong."

Mora is not only nice to Doris. Although it is true that she cares about Doris especially, she also often cares about other children who come out with her in the mansion.

She even kept in regular contact with those children who chose to leave.

What she hoped most was that the children who had chosen to run away with her could forget their past in the monastery and return to their original normal life track.

Therefore, she was also responsible for coordinating many matters of life in the mansion, acting as Tickman's assistant. Naturally, she did a better job in internal relations than Tickman, an outsider, saving Tickman a lot of effort.

He gave Doris advice on dressing and learning various life skills and knowledge and then taught them to other children. The figure, which was shorter than Doris, was trying hard to "grow up" and face more realistic things.

"Thank you." Mora was naturally not that fragile. She quickly adjusted herself and thanked with a gentle smile.

It was impossible for Doris not to hear the sound behind her, but she couldn't do more about it.

The violin in his hand turned back to Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan reached out and turned the violin killer into an exquisite and small red violin.

It’s time to let Toast learn a musical instrument when he gets back.

Persuading people to learn classical music is as immoral as persuading them to study medicine, civil engineering, or various other trades. According to the habit of a certain neighborhood chief, it is simply the square of immorality.

But it’s not the same for Toast to learn.

……

"Ouch!?" Toast sat up in shock in his dream, with only a small protruding tail trying to press down to cover his butt. He suddenly felt very insecure on his butt.

Lu Luxie was originally sleeping next to Toast, but was pushed away by Toast's start. He moved back and asked what happened.

A corner of the quilt spirit on the sofa popped out, making a sound of fatigue. Don’t be too clear about the specific sound of the quilt spirit: [It looks like it dreamed that the anti-boss prepared new desiccant for it. 】

"Ouch." Quilt spirit, how come you can predict it so accurately?
Toast had dreamed, but somehow it felt like there was more.

There could be something scarier!

The tip of Lulu's shoe pointed at the Tabu model that Luoye had just put together today and brought back for him: [Could it be that there are new things for Toast to learn? Just like building toys, it's not like Toast is going to learn a musical instrument. Didn't the anti-boss joke about letting Toast play the piano before...]

Quilt Spirit: [Is that really a joke? ]

"Ouch!"

Damn it, Lu Lu, the shoe and quilt spirit, are you going to let Tu Si sleep after saying such things?
It's just toast! Don't let it do anything!
This is better than feeding it to the homeless!
……

"Let it learn the piano. It will definitely learn it well." Zheng Fan put away the fresh desiccant, turned around and patted Doris's little head: "If you feel lonely at the top, it will give you a sense of urgency."

Doris: ?

Although she was a little confused, she couldn't help but smile after she came back to her senses: "Is Mr. Music comforting me?"

"Well, you can understand it that way. But it's also a bit serious." Zheng Fan was still smiling when he said the first sentence, but when he said the next sentence, his expression had returned to normal as he walked past Doris.

Doris whispered in her heart: It doesn't matter.

Then he turned around and followed Zheng Fan.

(End of this chapter)