The students seemed as if they had come to a costume party, and they were enjoying themselves immensely.
Qiaoqiao slowly removed the mask from her face.
There was only a tiny, insect-like scar on her face, colored red.
But compared to how her classmates looked now, Qiaoqiao was quite normal.
"Qiaoqiao, your face doesn't have the dominance of the centipede on mine!" Little Fatty boasted about the centipede on his face.
Qiaoqiao saw in his eyes, as he looked at her, no disgust, only an inexplicable confidence in himself.
Qiaoqiao chuckled softly, "Yeah, not as domineering as yours."
Flattered by the praise, Little Fatty continued his search for another target to show off the centipede on his face.
That night, under the hazy moonlight, Little Taotie wore a little cloak and a retro hat.
"Do I look mysterious like this?"
She put on a face mask and sunglasses and asked.
Hua Jinyan obligingly nodded, "No one would recognize you."
