When the moon reached its zenith, Wayne quietly slipped into the night.
He is now much more cautious in his actions than before, and has also deliberately taken time out several times to publicly participate in the activities of the City Guard as Ecos.
When Ecos became known to more people, it somewhat diverted attention.
There's no denying that hiding one's identity is becoming more and more troublesome.
Feeling a little resentful about this fact, Wayne tightened the mask on his face, jumped through the window and jumped into Tasia's house.
The clean and tidy room was as usual, with a table and two chairs placed next to the window sill, shining with a cool light under the quiet moonlight.
She is not here.
Wayne was slightly surprised. In the past, Tasia could always sit at the table on time and wait for him unless there were emergencies.
So he subconsciously used his senses to explore, and not surprisingly found that she was preparing something in the kitchen.
Wayne felt enlightened.
It seems that I was so busy preparing food that I lost track of time.
For Tasia, who owns a bakery, her presence at the kitchen counter at any point is not a surprise to Wayne.
Not wanting to disturb her, Wayne simply pulled out his chair and sat down at the table alone.
There was no light in the room, but the bright moonlight spread very brightly on the table.
——Tasia sits at the table like this every day.
This strange feeling makes people feel a little strange.
Suddenly, an ugly stuffed bear came into view.
Wayne reached over and took it off.
At first glance, the face sewn together from many rags of different colors actually has a scary and weird atmosphere. Generally speaking, girls don't like such underworld things.
But she didn't know which part of Tasia's ribs was wrong, so she just picked it up without saying anything, and kept it on the table next to the bed every day, as if she was afraid that she wouldn't see it.
She must really like dolls.
Wayne always thought so.
From the very beginning, this type of magic was what she wanted to learn. It's a pity that until now, Tasia has not been able to control the doll's actions from a distance like herself.
But this doll is really ugly and very old...
Obviously as a classmate and friend, I had given her other dolls, but they could not take the place of this one.
Forget it, let's give her a new one in her current capacity.
With this thought in mind, he threw the doll into the glove box next to the corner of the table.
After waiting for a while, the soft footsteps outside the door came closer and closer.
Tasia opened the door and came in.
"I'm sorry, teacher... I've kept you waiting for a long time. I was just preparing desserts to take to the academy tomorrow, and I wasted some time without realizing it."
"It's okay." Wayne said gently, "I've only just arrived."
Tasia pursed her lips and approached with a tray in her hand, which contained two different snacks.
"I just made two flavors, one is sweet and the other is slightly salty. Teacher, which one do you prefer?" As she said this, she handed the food to Wayne naturally.
Sweet party! yyds!
Wayne was about to reach out to take it, but as soon as his fingers moved, they froze in place.
Wait—if I want to eat, I have to take off the mask first!
How could this be?
The human heart is so sinister!
He forcefully pressed down his hand that was about to move. "Ahem... I won't eat. It's getting late, let's start class."
Damn it~ Tasia, you’re a bad learner.
Tasia was a little shocked to see that the strategy she had learned from Chris's sidestep didn't work.
Isn't it said that just changing the question from the choice of yes or no to the choice of whether one of the two is more desirable, or that one, can prompt the other party to make a decision according to one's desired intention?
Chrissy has vouched for it and swore that this "routine" would definitely work...
Tasia, who was doubting her life, could not find any excuse to refuse the other party's proposal, so she could only put down the carefully prepared dessert with a reluctant expression.
…
the next day.
"Chrissy..."
Tasia's eye circles were slightly green, and she tried again to seek help from her friends.
She did not dare to directly tell others about the existence of this mysterious teacher. She could only use various vague descriptions to fictionalize another man, saying that he was a new friend she met by chance.
"It didn't work at all?" Chris frowned.
Tasia seemed to have so many concerns about this matter that she had to take various roundabout ways even if she wanted to get close to the other party.
It was because I noticed that Tasia was a little absent-minded recently, so after repeatedly asking her, she revealed a little bit of the situation, and also emphasized that she must never mention it to other people again.
So much so that he could only make suggestions while his eyes were completely dark.
"Did that person show no appreciation at all when facing Tasia?" she asked unconvincingly.
It's not that she suspects Tasia of lying, but...if she puts herself in that person's perspective, facing Tasia's smile that seems to be able to heal people's hearts, it should be difficult for her to refuse such a small request.
Tasia shook her head. "I have no idea……"
"He sometimes talks to me about magic knowledge and says I'm very smart...does that count?"
"..." Chris was speechless.
This probably doesn’t count, right?
"How about you just attack straight away!" She slapped the table and said, "Catch him and hold him down, and then say to him viciously - I'll give you ten seconds! Immediately give your name, address, Tell me your identity, family background, and whether you are married or not!"
Tasia stopped her in shock: "This is not allowed!"
"Besides, and I don't want to know this." She didn't know how to describe her feelings.
She just thought that maybe as long as she saw his face, she wouldn't have to be tortured by those strange fantasies.
What's particularly painful is that she also likes the story "Mr. Mask" and reads every issue.
"Anyway, I want to get to know him in a real sense," she said. "Then... it would be best to discover some of his intolerable shortcomings."
Although he was a good teacher, Tasia wished he wasn't so perfect.
At least, don’t overlap so much with the perfect image in your imagination.
In this way, you can distinguish him from your ideal person, and you don't have to constantly guess whether he is the "Mr. Mask" himself.
Hearing this, Chrissy's expression became more complicated.
"Let's make sure first, do you really like him?" she asked coldly.
Tasia was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red.
"No, no! This is not like it!"
