New Year's Day.

It was rare to have a day off school, but everyone was busy.

The festival needed decorating, and the students were the best form of labor.

Of course, the 'precious' heirs and heiresses couldn't lift a finger.

"Quick! How are the dance costumes going? Our pride is riding on tonight! There can't be any mistakes!"

"Where are the props? And what about the costumes for the play?"

The third class was a mess. Xu Yue pulled out some custom-made dresses from her bag and handed them out according to size.

Everyone was wearing blue except for Song Yaoyao who was wearing pink.

"My color is wrong," Song Yaoyao pointed out.

Xu Yue smiled. "I think pink suits you better. It looks good."

The style was the same, but the color was different. As long as she was different, it naturally made everyone else seem like her backup dancers.

Song Yaoyao shook her head. "I'll swap with you."

Xu Yue was just a little taller than her and she had lost a lot of weight, so it was no problem for her to fit into Song Yaoyao's dress.

Besides, the dress was long and wispy, even if someone else wore it, the length would not be a problem.

Xu Yue froze. "You don't like pink?"

"I'll wear it if you want us to lose," Song Yaoyao said as she handed the pink dress back to her. "I have self-awareness; dancing is not my strength. I can't take the center position."

She was not interested in being the center of attention. Making money was more her style.

"But..." There was a complicated look in Xu Yue's eyes.

Didn't everyone want the center position? Every year, Song Jingwan made sure others were just her backup.

Yet, Song Yaoyao didn't want it even though the opportunity was placed in her hands.

"Oh, you're so annoying"—Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes—"Yaoyao told you to lead the dance, so just do it! She's just being honest. You dance well, so you should take the center position. Stop arguing, okay?"

Although she disliked Xu Yue, Tang Xinrou was fair. She was not unhappy because of this.

Xu Yue's dancing was indeed impressive.

"Yes, Yaoyao's right, you do dance better than us!"

"If you lead, we will definitely win!"

The girls smiled at Xu Yue with encouragement.

Xu Yue froze and held onto the dress tightly. As she looked into the girl's clear and pure eyes, she noticed there was no doubt in her gaze. She smiled and nodded her head. "Okay!"

She was going to do her best not to disappoint!

...

Inside a closed room, the lights were dim.

Ding—

The phone on the desk lit up.

[Brother, I'll be dancing on stage today. Will you come?] ]

Lying on a chaise lounge, the man had his eyes tightly closed, and his hands were overlapped on top of his chest.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed man, dressed in priest's clothes watched calmly with a peaceful, holy, and compassionate vibe.

"Don't worry, just sleep.

"When I count to three, the alternate personality in your body will wake up.

"Don't fight it, and don't doubt it...

"1, 2, 3..."

A beam of light shone in through the window and fell upon a slowly rotating cross necklace. The hand holding the necklace was slender and pale like it barely saw the light of day.

The man on the chaise lounge slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was peaceful, sensible, and composed.

"Who are you?"

The surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar, and standing next to him was a handsome man who resembled a vampire from a Western story.