The young man who had changed into a school uniform was walking on the cobblestone path of Kassel College. The green birch leaves rustled in the wind, and Angers' words were still recalling in his mind.
After the joke, he finally mentioned the real purpose of calling him here. A mission called "Satan Plan".
"It seems like you really don't have any leisure time!"
Li Longyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, stretched out his slender hands and pressed his temples, but his expression was not so solemn.
After all, it was just a pretense that he came to Kassel to go to school, and the Western elite mixed-race teaching model only enriched his own abilities and broadened his horizons.
I really don’t know,
What was the deal between my grandfather and Angers? It would have kept him out of Orthodoxy for three years.
Facing the dazzling sunshine, the young man's slender body reflected an increasingly narrow shadow on the cobblestone ground.
18:00, Amber Hall
Inside the cubic building venue, which is equivalent to the area of four football fields, a light golden halo ripples slightly.
Waiters dressed in white were holding silver plates with lids and white candlesticks in their hands, and filed in from the passages on both sides. Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major was slowly playing in the hall.
The young elites who already have outstanding appearance and extraordinary conversation put on solemn suits and ties.
Wearing white lace gloves with her from time to time,
The female companion with exquisite make-up tapped her goblet of wine, and the atmosphere was peaceful and calm.
Perhaps the last social dance was interrupted by the dragon invasion, so Caesar spent a lot of money to rearrange it.
Or perhaps, partying frequently is what the heirs of top wealthy families like to do.
Caesar was wearing a white suit again, and the large rhinestones in front of the goose-yellow tie became crystal clear under the light. His blond hair, as smooth as satin, was combed back and leaned against his ears.
This time, it is not just a social dance for newcomers to the student union, but a social dance for all teachers and students in the school.
No tickets are needed, no invitations are needed, just come in on time and Caesar will receive you.
Such a large-scale dance naturally attracts the attention of many people. In the past few days, the topic of this aspect has been high in the Night Watch Altar.
The most popular one is about who can win the first prize at the ball and the lucky lady who gets the first opening dance from the organizer, Caesar Gattuso.
Of course, there is no one who wins the first prize in the dance, but whoever gets the loudest applause?
Most followed,
It's all there for all to see.
Most of the people participating in the dance were freshmen and sophomores. They are still in the beauty of youth and have not yet understood the cruelty of the world and the difficulty of slaying a dragon. They have the right to imagine the future freely.
Caesar held a wine glass in one hand and stood at the stairwell in the center of the second floor. Such a broad view allowed him to have a clear view of the entire venue.
The venue that originally seemed empty has now become crowded with people. There are dedicated people responsible for strictly controlling the layout of the dance scene and the quality of the dishes. Overall, Caesar is satisfied.
But now his eyebrows are solemn, because in the crowd of black and white, he can't find that pop of red.
And a certain guy with messy hair and a school uniform thrown around was sitting in the corner, waving a knife and fork at the red-skinned lobster.
If it hadn't been stated that there was no entry restriction to this dance, such a guy would have been turned away by the waiter.
But Caesar is not in the mood to care about it now. Of course he often visits the Night Watch Wheel Altar, but he doesn’t often use the large number of id Dictado.
It's more common to speak with a trumpet named Sonic.
As for the topics discussed in the forum these days and the direction of public opinion, Caesar has a clear grasp of it.
But now, the girl whom the host was willing to invite as the heroine to accompany her for the first opening dance has yet to show up.
"I've obviously told her in advance."
Caesar couldn't help but hold his head and murmured in a voice that only he could hear, feeling a little headache.
He has always disliked guys who are not punctual, and more than 99% of people in this world will not show such a bad attitude in front of him.
But the process of the dance will not stop just because of someone's absence. The background music is like running water that gradually fades away, eventually slowly disappearing.
The students attending the meeting couldn't help but put down their wine glasses, stopped whispering among themselves, and looked upward, where Caesar, the president of the Student Union, was located.
The young man with a deep and handsome face had a smile on his face, as if one could clearly see the unruly and noble character of a king at a glance.
"Welcome everyone to participate in this dance organized by the student union."
Caesar made his opening remarks in a voice clearly audible to all.
"The original intention of the dance is to socialize and develop friendships. I hope that the following ballroom dances will allow you to meet the right friends."
He held up his wine glass, saluted everyone, and then slowly disappeared around the corner on the second floor.
The originally quiet crowd suddenly became riotous, and the voices of whispers sounded densely.
According to convention, Caesar, as the host, should select one of all the ladies present to be the guest for the opening dance. Then the guests can gradually let go and invite their favorite female companion to the center of the dance floor.
But now he actually left directly, which became intriguing.
The tango music was already resounding, and the young men in black suits politely extended their hands to the ladies beside them. The tips of the girls' high heels stepped on the solid wood floor, making a rapid and cheerful sound like beating drum heads.
At this moment, the closed door of Amber Pavilion was pushed open, and a girl wearing gorgeous crystal high heels walked in.
Her appearance made the crowd's eyes become hotter. She wore a light purple dress, her crimson hair was tied into a bun, revealing her slender snow-white swan neck, her black eyes were warm, and her face was elegant and delicate.
But the girl didn't pay attention, she just walked straight into the ball crowd with proud steps like a queen.
The students rushed to avoid a lane, and no young man came forward to invite the girl to dance because she was full of aura.
Freshman Chen Motong.
"Looks like I'm late."
The red-haired witch looked around and found no trace of Caesar. The ball was getting better, and most of the participants had found their female companions. Her presumptuous appearance made her receive a lot of embarrassing looks.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is not her fault. Chen Motong thought to herself.
If Alijie hadn't sent a message to remind her, she would still be swimming in the school swimming pool wearing a bikini.
"Hi, beauty, can we dance together?"
The well-fed German man used his tall body to squeeze through the crowd, walked up to the girl, bowed and extended his hand.
Fingel tied his hair back into pigtails. If it weren't for the obscene smile that always appeared on his facial features, his figure would still be quite popular in European and American countries.
The red-haired girl didn't hesitate for long, she stretched out her hand, spun it and landed in the middle of the dance floor, blending in.
"I didn't expect that Fingel, who usually looks like a squirrel, can be useful at critical moments."
Nuonuo muttered softly while turning her body briskly.
"A younger brother who doesn't care about his sister-in-law is not a good younger brother."
Fingel raised his hand in cooperation, and the girl immediately flew around him like a top, dancing as lightly as an elf.
"Be careful Caesar is watching you from above."
The red-haired girl chuckled happily when she heard these words, and then said.
Fingel's body, as strong and flexible as a brown bear, suddenly trembled, and his body movements became stiff.
"Your Majesty, please spare my life."
He wailed, accurately capturing the shrill and thin tone of the ancient eunuch.
"Huh...huh..."
Nono rolled his eyes, he was indeed a coward.
At the end of the song, Fingel's powerful guidance and Chen Motong's superb dance skills perfectly completed this waltz.
"Crash!"
The guests at the ball did not hesitate to applaud the couple. Then the melody of the next waltz sounded.
Several handsome young people with different styles were gearing up and preparing to send an invitation to this beautiful and bright girl to dance with her.
But the tall blond young man appeared like an emperor and walked directly in front of her across the crowd. His expression was as serious as a statue, as if it contained thunderous anger, and he instantly stopped everyone's temptation.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
Caesar Gattuso held the red-haired girl condescendingly. Even though she was ten centimeters tall, she still did not exceed Caesar's height.
"There is a fun party, of course you have to come and see it. Don't you, the host, welcome me?"
Nono put his hands behind his back and looked at Caesar with his clear eyes as if smiling.
"I always hate late people, except maybe you."
The emotion contained in the young man's blue eyes began to change, and his face softened slightly.
He just said these words in a gathering where many people were watching, as if he was expressing his attitude.
The expressions of many girls who were attracted to Caesar changed, including the student union secretary who was following him in a black hip-hugging skirt and white professional attire.
But Nono didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, so he just waved his hand gently.
"Senior Fingel, the dance has started again, let's dance a song!"
At such a solemn moment, which was almost oozing with water, the red-haired girl suddenly extended an invitation gesture to the German man beside her.
Facing Caesar's gaze, Fingel instantly stiffened, like a harmless little white rabbit being stared at by a big bad wolf.
From the corner of his eye, Fingel seemed to see a slight smile on the girl's lips, which was retaliation for his previous dirty talk.
Sure enough, she is a very vengeful and scary woman.
If Fingel knew something about Chinese culture, he would probably be able to say, "Only women and villains are difficult to raise."
"How to do how to do?"
This German man is now like an ant on a hot pot, in a dilemma.
finally.
"I'm sorry, schoolgirl, I ate too much lobster just now. I'm going to take a quick break."
Fingel covered his stomach, made an unspeakable expression, nodded to Caesar and fled immediately.
This operation made Nono dumbfounded, and his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
Sure enough, the most humble person is invincible. Sure enough, she still underestimated the bottom line of this senior who had stayed in school for three years, because he had no bottom line at all.
The students at the dance also looked back at the melon-eating angrily. They thought this guy was a warrior who dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, but they didn't expect that he was just a stray that wandered into the melon field. When it saw the shining steel fork, it turned around and ran away.
"Ms. Chen Motong, would you like to dance with me?"
Seeing the red-haired girl glance at the rest of the people, Caesar couldn't help but smile, and then invited him with a touch of fondness.
Nono could no longer be willful. Like a docile house cat, he honestly stretched out his hand and took Caesar's extended palm.
The melodious music sounded again, and a young man in a white formal suit held a beautiful girl in a purple skirt and danced together in the center of the ornately decorated dance floor.
Whether it was the people on the dance floor at this moment or the people sitting on nearby benches enjoying the dance, the focus of attention was focused on them.
It is simply a harmony made in heaven. This is the sigh in most people's hearts.
"Go, go, go!"
The boy sat on the bed, holding the game controller and shouting excitedly.
"Da da da!"
The sound of continuous fire from submachine guns sounded behind him.
Wearing sunglasses and tight leather pants, the tall lady was holding up a cool-looking firearm and shooting at the mutated terrifying creatures in front of her in an extremely exaggerated manner, causing green juice to splash everywhere.
If it weren't for the game name "Eriyi's PSN" on her head, it would be hard to imagine that she would be that quiet and well-behaved girl like a kitten.
"handsome!"
Li Yongyuan was obviously also slapped on the head, and he praised Huiliyi's skills so much that she kept making embarrassed expressions in the chat box.
"Speaking of which, your weapon looks so advanced. What difficult mission did you use it for?"
After a round, Li Yongyuan exited the matching room, still thinking about the weapons in the girl's game.
"You can only buy it with money, Mr. Feng."
Eriyi quickly sent out a text explanation.
That's right, she is just an ordinary little billionaire rich woman.
Li Yongyuan rarely yells when playing games. However, due to the special reason that Eryi cannot speak, he does not want to become extremely silent every time the two of them team up to play games.
Obviously, this approach can also make Eri Yi feel better.
Although Eriki didn't care about other people's voices, every time she heard Fengjun speak, she always felt that the loneliness in her heart would be driven away.
"Where's Senior Brother Fingel? It seems I didn't hear him."
Eryi suddenly thought of Feng Jun's friend. Normally, he would always peek at the screen of the two of them teaming up, shouting "Junior brother is mighty!".
Occasionally, I would like to join in the creation of a trumpet, but I would always be kicked out mercilessly by Li Yongyuan.
"He? I heard that Caesar is hosting a dance tonight, with all the dishes and free drinks, so he went to watch it early."
Li Longyuan said.
"At the dance, will there be many people? Wearing various masks and dancing?"
Eriki's little head is full of curiosity. She always knows a little about the outside world. In comparison, games and the two-dimensional world are what she is most familiar with.
"Absolutely! I didn't go, so I don't know."
Li Yongyuan curled his lips and explained vaguely. What does the banquets that the Western upper class like to hold have to do with a socialist young man like him?
"oh."
Eriyi replied, adding a series of confused and cute facial expressions.
"I really hope that Mr. Feng can visit Japan again with Mr. Caesar and Mr. Chu next time. I will entertain you well."
Eriyi suddenly said again.
Li Longyuan couldn't help laughing.
She even took off her clothes in the shower and didn't know there were different girls. At this moment, she was actually a little serious and cute.
"There will be a day."
Li Longyuan typed the final reply on the keyboard, but the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his eyes revealed a majestic look.
At that time, it will be the death of all the fierce ghost kings and generals.