Dean successfully got a ride back to Las Vegas. He suppressed the various auditory hallucinations in his mind that were buzzing like bees, and leaned on the back seat to check the system with his eyes closed.
Receive award
Personal experience +150
Lv4(30/500)→lv4(180/500)
You have killed all members of the team of superpower Keliti. Please choose a special reward from the following:
A. Expertise in primary telekinesis:
After possessing this expertise, your thoughts and emotions will have the power of material form and be converted into telekinesis that can interfere with reality. Telekinesis will assist you in attacking, defending, and manipulating tangible and intangible objects, and perform actions according to your wishes and imagination. Shaping changes. Mental energy continues to be consumed when using telekinesis.
The effect of telekinesis interfering with reality is directly proportional to mental attributes and transformation efficiency, and is affected by one's own emotions.
Note: Activating this feat requires a minimum of 20 points of spirit. If you choose this feat, you must raise your attributes to the bottom line within a month, otherwise the feat will disappear.
B. Strengthen "Shadow of the Past":
When "Shadow" is upgraded next time, the system will greatly strengthen its original telekinesis power.
In addition, you will get an additional 0.5 Will
C.100 points of shooting proficiency
D.1 free attribute point
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Dean frowned after reading this.
Option A is tempting.
Referring to Clayty's performance in the previous battle, the telekinesis barrier easily prevented rifle and high-power pistol shots, and even grenade explosions at close range. It also hung Dean in the air and beat him one-sided.
If it were not restrained by the spirit bullet, it would be impossible to do anything.
But Dean's current mental attribute is only 17.6, and even adding the attribute points gained from upgrading is not enough to reach 20.
Even if he performs miracles and reaches 20 points in a month, he will most likely suffer a schizophrenia.
…
"Exclude A." Dean pondered that both Clayty and the homeless man Tyme had telekinesis. Obviously, this superpower is not uncommon, and there will be no shortage of opportunities to obtain it in the future.
"When your mental and willpower are improved, lay a good foundation and then take the telekinesis expertise next time!"
…
Dean hesitated between B, C, and D.
Although free attributes are valuable, 100 shooting proficiency is comparable to his more than two months of hard training.
But Shadow of the Past already had telekinesis in advance when he was upgraded from lv0 to lv1. In the previous battle with Clayty, this telepathy helped Dean get the M1900 that determined the outcome. There is no doubt about its importance.
It's just that the intensity of Shadow of the Past's telekinesis is far inferior to that of Clayty. It is at most equivalent to the full strength of a ten-year-old child, and its control is not precise enough.
If you choose B, the lv1 (197/200) shadow only needs to be warmed and raised in the board for three days before it can be upgraded and strengthened to make up for the shortcomings of weak telekinesis!
Dean's combat effectiveness will surely improve dramatically.
…
"B."
Dean thought for a moment,
Will: 13.5→14
A refreshing coolness swept through my mind, and the various desires that rose and fell like a tide, and my thoughts like wild horses became docile in an instant, and the ringing in my ears also subsided slightly.
But the whole back of his head began to hurt again, like a knife cutting every ten seconds.
"Hiss...we must find a way to control it."
…
At 6:30 in the evening, Dee returned to Las Vegas and after doing a Red Dragon Meditation, drove a stretch Lincoln to Britney's house.
"Customers, the collar flowers and corsages you ordered have arrived!"
"God, does it take all afternoon to buy flowers? Did you drive to Los Angeles, or were you kidnapped?" Jenny took the red rose from his hand, rolled her eyes and complained, "We almost called the police! "
"Haha, you haven't seen through the nature of this playboy," Baker put his arm around Dean's shoulders, "I guess he spent the whole afternoon enjoying himself with the sexy little wildcats in the shopping mall!"
Dean stabbed the rose corsage hard on the chest of Baker's black suit, causing the other party to scream in ecstasy, "We encountered a little trouble, but we solved it."
After saying that, he took Gretchen's left wrist and put the tulip bracelet on it.
The girl wore exquisite light makeup, her long silky hair was draped over her shoulders, and her fingers with shining black nail polish put on the same corsage for him. Her blue eyes looked at his face carefully.
"Why are you so pale and why have you changed into a suit? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"You're wrong, I couldn't be better! Let's go!"
…
7 p.m.
Lincoln drove the setting sun to a brightly lit basketball stadium next to the state high school.
Outside the gate, a giant banner reading "Graduation Prom, Welcome" was unfurled in mid-air. The gate was covered with a red carpet, decorated with bright garlands, and a strong fragrance filled the air.
The atmosphere was as warm as Christmas.
Students dressed up in costumes entered the gate in an endless stream. In addition to graduates, there were also junior students with very immature appearance and temperament, and irritable behavior.
There were also a handful of middle-aged men and women, as well as gray-haired old men, holding children's arms and sneaking into the dance.
Gretchen saw his doubts and explained with a smile, "The school does not strictly require twelfth grade students to participate. As long as they are invited by graduates, tenth or eleventh grade students can also enter the dance as a dance partner. "
"If you really can't invite a dance partner of the school's age, you can also invite your parents or grandparents to accompany you. As long as you are not afraid of being laughed at by your classmates."
Dean nodded, opened the car door, and extended his hand to Gretchen.
"Please, ma'am."
Gretchen took his arm with longing eyes and walked into the club along the red carpet.
Rust followed suit and took Britney's arm. Beck and Jennifer laughed and followed. Abby, who was in a pale white dance dress, stamped her feet and finally followed.
…
The air-conditioning hits my face, dispelling the sultry heat outside.
Everyone passed through the dreamy arch made of colorful balloons, and strings of colored lights hung from the ceiling.
Gorgeous curtains, sparkling silver wallpaper, and exquisite and cute prop trees create a small castle.
Countless young men and women gathered in every corner of the castle, showing off their new clothes and bold hairstyles with their companions, and bragging about how handsome and beautiful their dance partners were.
In the center of the castle, under a dance tent built with crystal curtains, another group of passionate people were dancing to the exciting music on the radio.
Some are a couple of men and women walking happily and shaking hands face to face, some are several friends spinning in circles together, and some are walking flexibly on the dance floor alone. When they meet a beautiful girl with long hair, they stop and put their hands on their hips in a funny way, harassing several people. sentence.
From Dean's point of view, they danced in a disorganized manner, but they all enjoyed themselves.
Bundles of colorful lights hanging from the ceiling illuminated sweaty faces with wanton smiles, sweat steaming from their hair,
Dean was infected by this cheerful and energetic atmosphere, and the tingling pain in the back of his head and the auditory hallucinations slightly subsided.
"Hi, Dean, Gretchen..." A voice came over and interrupted his mood. The principal's lady, who was sitting at the drink counter on the right side of the balloon door, waved to a few people.
"Good evening, Ms. Lands, what's in here?" A group of people walked over,
"Juice, soda...mixed drinks, feel free to drink them, no alcohol is added," Lanz smiled gently and poured a few glasses of grape juice from the bucket, "try them all."
"Well, it tastes better than the juice in the school cafeteria..." Baker and Jenny exchanged glasses of wine and then smacked their lips.
"There are also snacks over there, chicken skewers, steak...you need to replenish your physical fitness before dancing." Lanz winked at everyone,
"Haha, then we're not welcome!"
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The hungry people walked towards the dining table. The principal called Dean, full of appreciation and expectation.
"You know, of all the kids in our school, you are my favorite."
"You are exaggerating. There are many better people than me." Dean shook his head casually.
The principal raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I have a very good eye for judging people. You will definitely be the most outstanding student of Nevada State High School in the future, and you will accomplish an amazing feat that will shock the world. So when you become famous, don't Forget your alma mater.”
"Please give me your kind words." Dean picked up a glass of soda and drank it in one gulp, grinning and patting his head.
"Go ahead, kid, and let the girls go crazy for you!"
…
"Hi, Dean."
A lively voice stopped Dean in his tracks.
As soon as he turned around, he saw an Asian girl in a white princess dress, dressed like an exquisite doll, smiling sweetly at him.
"I'm Tang Ya, remember, you helped me several times."
"Well, are you impressed?"
"Can you take a photo with us as a souvenir before graduation?"
The girl tucked her black hair on her temples behind her ears, and her pretty face was stained with a blush due to shyness and nervousness.
Behind her, on the left side of the dance floor, behind a camera fixed on a tripod, a group of girls of the same age looked at this side with bright eyes.
Before Dean could answer, these dozen young and pretty girls gathered around and dragged him behind the camera.
Click, click, flash continuously,
The girls held his arms without a trace, their chests were close to each other, and they even put their long legs on him. They took a group photo together, and then they pestered him enthusiastically and started taking a couple of photos together.
With a robotic smile, Dean was forced to transform into a mascot and an automatic poser to take photos.
I took dozens of photos and changed countless poses.
He finally found the opportunity to push away his pink fists and jade legs and sneak out!
"Hey, Kung Fu Master, don't run!" A tall black man with long legs wiped his nose, "Let's do a classic action together."
Click!
Photo freeze.
The black monster screamed and kicked, and Dean stood on the opposite side wagging his fingers at him, with a Bruce Lee-like arrogance and disdain in his eyes.
After this one.
The originally exciting and dynamic music suddenly changed and became lyrical and gentle, as if a feather floated into my heart.
every Breath You Take
your every move
You break all shackles
It's time for the pas de deux!
The young girls who were ready to move walked onto the dance floor hand in hand.
"Britney?" Rust took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and looked at the little red apple-like face next to him, "It's pretty good, you want...you understand...just you and me."
"Louder, I can't hear you clearly." Britney looked at him expectantly.
"Say...can I ask you to dance?!"
"I've been waiting for you to say this for a long time, idiot!" Britney pulled him and rushed to the dance floor.
"Let's go, Jenny?" Baker at the dining table wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth, took the ice cream from his girlfriend's hand, and stared affectionately,
"If you dare to step on my foot this time, you will be dead!" Jenny grabbed Baker's waist and began to shake slowly.
"The pose is very skillful," Gretchen, who was wearing a black dress, came close to Dean at some point and crossed her arms across her chest and joked, "Does it feel good to be hugged from one side to the other?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm about to graduate. Everyone asks me to take pictures, so I can't refuse inhumanely?" Dean cleared his throat, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He didn't know if it was the effect of the music, but the tinnitus started ringing again. ease.
"Follow me!" Gretchen took his arm without any explanation and walked into the dance floor, put her hands on her shoulders and hugged his neck.
Dean's hands hugged her slender waist, feeling the warm silky touch.
The two of them swayed from side to side to the soothing music. The complex dance skills they had spent a lot of time practicing in the past were not used at all. They just blended into the rhythm of the music with the feeling of their bodies.
every action you take
I will watch
Their eyes looked directly at each other, their cheeks slowly coming closer.
At this moment, Gretchen's lake-like light blue eyes were filled with affection and sweetness, as if they contained magical power and were a good medicine.
It instantly healed Dean's extremely manic heart and straightened out his chaotic thoughts.
The hallucinations raging in Dean's mind disappeared at this moment, and the tinnitus and neuralgia almost completely disappeared.
He couldn't care about the future or the future, and pressed his lips towards those soft lips like petals.
Not far from the dance floor, Rust, Britney, Jenny, Baker, and dozens of couples also quietly lowered their heads...
With the lights and swaying bodies, everyone seemed to be walking lightly in the clouds.
I will always look at you
I will always look at you
The moment in music is eternal.
After a song.
The young people in the ballroom separated slightly, looked at each other and smiled, touching their foreheads and enjoying the light tenderness.
Dean's eyes crossed Gretchen's flushed face and shoulders, and suddenly froze.
"What's wrong?"
Gretchen followed his gaze and turned to look.
A thin girl in a pale white dance skirt walked up to a handsome boy with oily hair, gently twisted the skirt, smiled shyly,
"Student Swain, would you like to dance together?"
"Sorry, I want to take a rest," the boy shook his head tactfully.
The girl clenched her fists in encouragement and walked quickly through the lively crowd. She found another bookish little boy wearing glasses who was chatting with a few classmates. She tried her best to show a sincere smile and wore a tulip hand. Wring your hands into a ball,
"Classmate Pal, is it convenient?"
The boy looked her over from head to toe and shook his head.
"Sorry, I have to spend time with my girlfriend."
After saying that, he pulled his friend away, spread his hands and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "Oh my god, did you hear that?"
The girl froze on the spot, looking around at the princes and princesses in the castle at a loss. For a long time, she walked alone to the edge of the venue and sat down on the steps. She only felt lonely as never before, and she felt like a humble dirtbag. A rustic servant who doesn't fit in with his surroundings.
"Abby, no matter how hard you try, nothing changes. No one cares about you."
Abby sniffed, this action was like a signal, boundless sourness came up, she covered her face with her hands, and a trembling cry came from her throat.
"Hey…"
Suddenly a voice rang out,
"Want to dance? Beautiful lady."
"What did you say?"
Abby was stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw the man in front of her standing still, half-bowed, and stretching his right arm forward toward her.
"Dean, you won't accompany Gretchen?" Abby hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Come on, let's go!"
Dean took her hand and entered the dance floor.
Abby's red eyes looked around blankly, and then her body stiffened. The other person's hands tightened around her waist. The hot palms seemed to contain magic power, making her involuntarily wrap her arms around the other person's neck, and swayed gently to the music.
"Relax, Abby, feel the music and the rhythm, just like we rehearsed." Dean looked into her eyes with a smile, his eyes full of appreciation and encouragement.
Abby suddenly felt her heart tremble, and a wave of heat surged out from her heart and traveled to her neck, dyeing her face red.
"Yes, just sway along like this. Very good. You dance very well."
"Really?"
"It's true! Be confident, Abby, you are beautiful now."
"But why no one invites me or even accepts my invitation."
"Boys at this age are very superficial and have a clear stupidity, but in a few years they will become smart and crazy about you."
"Although this is a lie, I feel much better... Dean, you are a good person." Abby buried her face in his chest, her cheeks turned red, and she narrowed her eyes like a kitten, "Give me a hug Depend on."
Dean gently touched Abby's silky hair, and his eyes met the gratified Gretchen in the distance.
If you have some understanding in your heart.
This world is more than just superpowers, monsters, battles, and death.
There is something else, ordinary people, friends, companions.
Ordinary human hearts are precious and worth cherishing.
At this moment, the annoying tinnitus and neuralgia finally disappeared completely.
I'm sorry, I've been suffering from yang for a while recently, and my head has throbbing pain every few seconds, which makes me crazy, especially when I use my brain. It hurts so much that I want to die, so I can't update it.
I will be updating every day for the time being, and will return to normal updates when I recover.
(End of chapter)
