"It feels like I've just lived another life."
After the afternoon's trial run ca to an end, a maid at the shop made such an assessnt. Although imrsive movies can elicit a similar sensation, the experience of listening up close to a Songstress recounting her tale was far more captivating and profound.
"No, this won't do," Belfeng declared, sitting solemnly at the table after the trial run.
"What won't do?" Huale asked, puzzled.
"I an Dantalion's thod of conducting business, it won't do."
"Why not? I think it's quite impressive."
"No, no, no, it's not that Dantalion's Ability is lacking, on the contrary, her Ability is too powerful," Belfeng explained, waving a finger.
"Well, I am a rather lively and cheerful bunny, you know. After listening to the story this afternoon, I was completely entranced, as if my soul had left my body. The effect is just too strong," the rabbit-eared maid reasoned with her arms crossed, pondering like a great leader.
"Should I switch to lighter stories in the future?" the girl asked tentatively.
"That wouldn't quite work either, it feels like sothing's missing," Belfeng pondered, tilting her head, feeling that sothing wasn't quite right. Letting Dantalion read those insipid, light-hearted romance stories? Sohow that didn't seem appropriate.
"Dantalion's way of storytelling is too earnest, what I an is, it's like in those grand classical theaters, where everyone sits upright and listens attentively to a sermon. Yes, that's it, it's just like proselytizing," the bunny realized.
"This kind of appeal has reached a sowhat bewitching level," she said, trying to clear her head.
"If I listen to it a few more tis, I'm afraid I'll beco a faithful follower of Dantalion."
"Well, although it's definitely good for making money, I can't shake the feeling that if we let it go on like this, it could lead to a very bad situation. Like, if a cult following of so underground religion erged in Payin City, with everyone holding Dantalion's library tickets as their sacred scripture."
Seeing Belfeng's sowhat worried look, Hexia could only raise her hand to speak.
"I'm not that powerful, it's just that the story chosen today was rather special." After all, it was the mory passed on to her by the 'Golden Fla Flower' Isenisha, she had unconsciously released the profound emotions contained within.
This was almost like a combination of the abilities of two Songstresses, making the impact nearly magical in its influence; although strong, it certainly was a bit too much.
"Then let's try again tomorrow? Perhaps a lighter fairy tale," Belfeng suggested once more, nodding.
"Sure," she agreed.
After leaving the shop, it was already 7 p.m. Although there was no sunlight underground, and the difference was not significant, a clear change could be felt by pedestrians on the street.
Many factories and companies were starting to close, and the vertical elevators were getting crowded.
Carrying her dinner purchases for the day, Hexia stood at the entrance to the elevator and stopped in her tracks as she faced the crowded queue in front of her.
It was better to change the route. She changed her steps and headed towards a less crowded passage.
In the dimly lit square passage, the floor had a V-shaped overlapping neon sign designate, with a seven-colored glittering purple gradient subtly dividing left and right. The walls of the corridors displayed bright screens, with images constantly changing, playing current advertising shorts.
'Still worried about the hard walk to and from work, narrow alleys, expensive parking fees, ti-consuming and inconvenient taxi hailing…these will no longer trouble you…'
The characters in the footage switched, and in the end, a pair of sleek treadwheel shoes appeared. Once on, the person on screen navigated through streets and alleys with ease, even able to cling to walls, gliding over from the sides and even the top, quick and cool.
'Priced at only 1024 Federation Coins, change your life and no more worries—'Flaflow' Treadwheel Shoes.'
The price was indeed not expensive, and while Hexia had no intention to buy them, she felt that many others might be tempted. Compared to vehicles costing tens of thousands of Federation Coins, such shoes were definitely more convenient.
Nowadays, advertisent targeting was getting more and more precise, she quickened her steps slightly but stopped abruptly after turning at an intersection.
A girl, about her age, leaned against one of the corridor screens, wearing a cap on her head, a light reflective light purple jacket, shorts, and sports shoes on her lower body, with one foot slightly raised, touching the wall. Her face took on a luminescent purple tint from the screen behind her.
"Clara?" Hexia recognized the girl in the baseball cap.
The girl who had been looking at her personal terminal raised her head, also sowhat surprised to see Hexia.
"Hexia? Are you just getting off from work?" she asked, removing the lollipop from her mouth.
"Uh, yes, I've been working recently, trying to earn so money," Hexia responded.
"Sigh, sounds tough," Clara said, putting her terminal back into her pocket and walking over.
"Have you seen the class group recently?"
"No, what happened?" Hexia inquired, unsure if she had missed sothing.
"Well, it's actually better not to look." She stopped in front of Hexia, glancing toward a screen to the side and tapping her foot.
"Did sothing happen?" Hexia hurriedly turned on her personal terminal and began skimming through it nonstop.
In the days she'd been away, everyone had been talking about the holidays, school, and other trivial matters as usual, but in the past two days, there had been a conversation about Irene Academy.
"The re-examination results for Irene Academy are out, but strangely, I don't see Hexia's na."
"Wasn't she always preparing for this?"
"Could it be she didn't go, or could she have failed so badly that her na isn't displayed?"
"I don't know, we haven't seen her online for a while."
"If you ask , her studying was just for show, she just wanted to build a good reputation, tsk tsk."
"What about becoming a doctor, huh? Probably just wants people not to look down on her, acting all high-and-mighty."
"I always found her kind of gloomy, always huddled in the corner, who knows what she's up to, acting as if she's above everyone else."
...
"Let's drop this topic. It's almost the 12th, did Jones make the reservation? What are we going to treat everyone to?"
"It's got to be at least a table of T5-grade seafood lobster, right~" The crowd stirred and gradually forgot about the matter with Hexia.
Turning off her personal terminal's screen, Hexia slipped it back into her pocket. Seeing her expression unchanged, Clara was slightly surprised.
"Don't you care?"
"There's nothing to care about, I'm used to this sort of thing."
"You've really changed a lot; you're completely different from before. Well, I guess that's a good thing," she said, waving her hand before stuffing them into her pockets, ready to walk past Hexia and leave.
"Oh, right. Yilin told that the elentary school reunion is also at the Fulu Restaurant. I thought there would be a conflict, but it turns out to be the sa place and on the sa day." Clara suddenly stopped.
"Speaking of which, we both went to the sa elentary school, and even the sa middle school, and our classes were the sa too. It's such a curious fate."
"Hexia, for the gatherings on the 12th, do you plan to attend both, or just go to the one with the elentary school classmates?"
"The one with the elentary school classmates; I've made arrangents with Cindy," they said, speaking over their shoulders.
"Cindy, huh, yeah, you two were close back then." After saying this, Clara fell into silence for a while and didn't leave right away.
"Actually, Hexia, you shouldn't have co to this middle school..." After saying that, she fell silent again. She knew all too well that Hexia neither liked nor fit in with these classmates, but the world changes.
"If you don't want to see the middle school crowd that day, I can cover for you. I'm familiar with both groups anyway, so I'll go in first and find a spot."
"Thank you," Hexia replied, her voice a bit colder than her usual gentleness.
"No problem."
Having said that, Clara continued forward, and they each walked toward opposite ends of the corridor, growing further apart.
Walking down the slightly chilly corridor, Clara savored the candy in her mouth, occasionally rembering things from when they were little.
Back in elentary school, Hexia wasn't like this. She had a family everyone envied, and an older sister whom classmates idolized. Though she was a bit shy, she was always at the center of everyone's attention, like a cherished princess.
Back then, she was just an ordinary mber of the class, only able to watch from afar as Hexia, favored by teachers and classmates, was surrounded by adoration. And throughout those elentary school years, she hardly ever spoke to Hexia.
But tis change. Hexia's family fell on hard tis, her sister passed away, and all the glamour disappeared. Subsequently, she moved to the impoverished Lower District and attended the sa middle school as Clara.
Although they recognized each other, with different personalities, once they reached middle school, Clara's attention increasingly turned to the stars and idol-following, rarely interacting with Hexia, who sat in the corner. Moreover, no one in the class knew they had been elentary school classmates.
Perhaps the pressure and anxiety that had built up over the past two years caused her to underperform this ti, failing to do well on the test. Thinking this, Clara felt a blend of sympathy and regret.
During her last chat with Dudu, she heard that Hexia and Lina had fallen out. No wonder when Hexia was brought up, Lina made sarcastic comnts online and even influenced several girls in the class to speak ill of Hexia. Before, when Hexia and Lina were on good terms, despite Hexia being reserved, few would speak ill of her.
Now, Hexia had lost even Lina, her superficial friend, and was left to work alone, lonely and possibly bitter. Clara thought about it and felt it very poignant, which was why she had unusually offered to help Hexia just monts ago.
I'm her last old classmate; it'd be regrettable not to lend a hand.
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