With a smile on his face, Caesar held up a glass of martini with his left hand in his trouser pocket, and his right hand made a mocking salute to the student union cadres surrounding him.
After dealing with some trivial matters backstage at the banquet, Caesar finally got off the dance floor and roamed around the Amber Pavilion. No matter where he went, the banquet centered on him, like the eye of a typhoon, with bursts of lively discussions and cordial greetings.
The director of the sailing department whom the theme celebrated came to shake hands in person, and the director of the dance department Shi Shiran came to ask if he was willing to dance a second dance with her. Each director spoke highly of the freshman.
What is shown is that he spares no effort to make good friends at the moment.
But tonight Caesar's attention is obviously not on the social interactions of the student union members. On normal days, he would listen carefully to everyone's requests and chats, and use his rich experience to get to the center of the topic just right, in just a few words.
He reached an agreement with the other party and had fun together. But today he was particularly out of state. He didn't even notice the "second dance" mentioned by the director of the dance department during the entertainment. Normally, he would have jokingly asked which man it was.
He was so charming that he won the right to dance the first dance.
His eyes kept wandering around the lobby of the Anbo Pavilion. His naturally excellent eyesight inspected the faces of every guest and kept comparing them in his memory. The familiar ones and the unfamiliar ones. But after looking around, he still couldn't find him.
The person you want to find.
This made Caesar a little frustrated. Didn't he feel that the invitation in the morning was too hasty? If this kind of banquet followed a formal process, he should have confirmed the other party's wishes at the beginning and received a reply, but
In that case, there really wasn't much time for him to go through the process. It was quite normal that the other party didn't take it seriously in the rush.
Caesar Gattuso's first contact with an 'S' class student failed? Is this an expression of contempt or indifference?
Caesar shook his head and didn't think about it so much. If he didn't come, he didn't come. He would just formally invite him next time he had the opportunity. There was no need to hide his interest in 'S'-level students. If
One day Caesar felt that the other party should be his enemy, then he would openly declare a challenge.
Just when Caesar put down his baggage and wanted to turn around and continue congratulating the director of the sailing department, there was a dull rattling sound from the restaurant, followed by a muffled sound. A few guests close to the restaurant noticed this strange phenomenon, but they were not far away.
The hearing of the people on the dance floor further away was drowned out by the performance of the cello band on the second floor.
But Caesar was different. Almost as soon as there was a dull rattling sound, he was holding the wine glass and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the restaurant. The subsequent muffled sound made him frown slightly and stretched out his hand to separate the crowd: "Sorry
Excuse me, something seems to have happened over there, I'll go check it out."
When Caesar walked to the restaurant, his eyes were instantly attracted to the boy walking towards him. He had a familiar young and handsome face, but tonight Caesar was keenly aware of something else in the boy's eyes.
It was a heavy and persistent desire, and the ordinary steps became firm and powerful, as if it had undergone some major transformation!
Damn it, the pasta I just ate was too delicious, wasn't it? Where can I get another one? Lin Nian rubbed his stomach depressedly and walked around, trying to find another pasta of the same type to eat.
"Lin Nian? I thought you didn't come." Caesar calmed down, took the cup and walked away.
Lin Nian looked over and saw that Caesar Gattuso, who was dressed in formal attire, was several times more eye-catching than when he saw him in school uniform in the morning.
I also have to lament that suits really have to be divided among people. I still remember that when I was in Shilan, my best friend Lu Mingfei was laughed at when he wore a suit and looked like he was selling health care products, but the same clothes
Wearing it on Caesar in front of Lin Nian, it was as if there was a lighting engineer hidden in the crystal chandelier above his head, shining the spotlight of the banquet on this blond man. The lines of the well-proportioned muscles under the suit were clearly revealed, and the corners of his mouth were clearly visible.
Walking towards Lin Nian with a slight smile on his face, he looked like a domineering emperor.
"I came relatively early." Lin Nian nodded and said hello.
"Why are you wearing a school uniform? Didn't I make a note in the email to try to dress up properly?" Caesar then noticed that this guy was wearing green. At first he thought it was some special suit, but after taking a closer look, he realized that it was Kassel College.
Winter school uniform.
"I was busy all afternoon after class in the morning and didn't have time to go back to the dormitory." Lin Nian explained: "And I don't have formal clothes. Who would prepare a formal suit for college?"
Caesar was stunned again and again. The difference in education he received since childhood made him not understand what Lin Nian meant. In his opinion, shouldn't every boy have more than three sets of formal clothes in his wardrobe? Taking a step back, three
I was talking about Caesar in a tactful way, because he had three special rooms in the Amber Pavilion to store his clothes, shoes and trousers, one of which was handmade, and the other of a brand that most of the time he had never heard of.
However, Caesar immediately shook his head and decided to be pragmatic and change the subject: "I heard something moving here just now. Did something happen?"
"It's nothing. I was too strong when I was eating steak. I broke a knife and slapped it on the table." Lin Nian said.
Caesar remained silent and said to himself, "Are you eating steak or slaughtering a live cow on site? The knife can be broken. Should I say that this is the difference between 'S'-level students?"
In the end, Lin Nian chose to settle the matter and lie casually. He felt that if he told the truth, Caesar, who was the rival of the student union president, would definitely cause trouble for Miyamoto Isshin. He has been a man since he was a child.
He is most afraid of trouble, but sometimes he is not afraid of trouble when it comes to him. The scene just now is a solid example.
After breaking the knife, Miyamoto did not chase him out or make sarcastic remarks. He just stood there and stared at the knife that shattered like an ice sculpture on the table. He didn't know what he was thinking. He stood at the junction of the restaurant and the dance floor.
Caesar saw him at a glance, and subconsciously frowned and guessed the whole story: "Miyamoto Isshin? Why is he here? I remember that he is not on the invitation list for this banquet. Did he take the initiative to provoke you?"
"Did you host the banquet?" Lin Nian knew that something was wrong between the two of them when he saw Caesar's reaction.
"If you join the student union, you will find that two of the three parties in a week are hosted by me." Caesar immediately frowned when he heard Lin Nian's question and said: "About Miyamoto Isshin, I don't like talking behind his back.
If you are interested in saying bad things about people, you can go to the Night Watch Forum to learn more about his negative news, but I can introduce this person to you."
"I don't like speaking ill of people behind their backs, so I say many bad things in person. I don't like him." Lin Nian glanced at Miyamoto Isshin's back: "He makes me feel very uncomfortable."
"He is an exchange student from the Japanese branch. He is an old friend of the current student union president. He studied at Kassel College for three years and also served as the director of the kendo department in the student union for three years. He is considered a senior member of the student union and is well-known for his good deeds.
Zhan Kuangren does not allow Kassel Academy to have a second kendo club. Whenever there is any sign, one person will come to the door with a bamboo sword and kick everyone out, knocking everyone down in an upright manner, and then disbanding without losing face. It is very domineering, but
It's strong enough." Caesar took a sip of his martini and gave Lin Nian a brief introduction to Isshin Miyamoto's resume.
"Strong?"
"I heard he is inexplicably strong. Please read his name again."
"Miyamoto Isshin." Lin Nian said cooperatively.
"Japanese, surnamed Miyamoto, Kendo, what did you think of?" Caesar's eyes were filled with watery waves.
"Miyamoto Musashi?" Lin Nian blurted out, and then he was stunned.
"Miyamoto Musashi." Caesar put down his wine glass and nodded: "Have you read "Mirror of the Art of War"?"
"It's a first-class swordsmanship, very classic. Anyone who studies kendo will know something about it." Lin Nian nodded. He remembered that the coach at the Children's Palace would lament Lin Nian's qualifications every now and then. The young Miyamoto Musashi just came.
Now, with this hand strength and strength, let alone swinging a firecracker pole, you will have to flatten and break the steel pipe.
"I heard that he is a descendant of Miyamoto Musashi. It is said in Japanese history that Miyamoto Musashi was not a womanizer and had no heirs. However, the Japanese branch explained that there is still a pure Miyamoto descendant circulating there, and his bloodline belongs to
Miyamoto Musashi Masamune, but due to the age, after the sword ban came out, all the Masamune of that line became literary, and now they can be regarded as the masters of scientific research in Japan." Caesar looked at Miyamoto Isshin in the distance and said: "
But Miyamoto Isshin was one of the few who inherited the talent of swordsmanship. The Miyamoto family sent him to the Japanese branch to study swordsmanship since he was born. He used famous swords, sword masters, and classical swordsmanship at will, and finally developed such a swordsmanship.
The genius has now been sent to the academy for further study. After graduation, he will probably return to the Japanese branch to inherit the position of head of the family, which can be regarded as an honorable return to his hometown."
"Wait a minute, Miyamoto Isshin appears here, this means that Miyamoto Musashi is"
"Miyamoto Musashi is a hybrid. It's a perfectly normal inference. Miyamoto Musashi has not been defeated in hundreds of battles. On the battlefield, one is against ten or against a hundred. His ghostly swordsmanship kills people like wood. Sounds like a hybrid, doesn't it?
Only people like us can achieve these feats easily." Caesar said calmly.
"No wonder you are so aggressive." Lin Nian understood.
"I didn't invite him to my banquet tonight because there is no banquet for enemies in the Gattuso family's rules, unless I admire this enemy very much, but Miyamoto Isshin is obviously not among my favorites." Caesar glanced at the palace.
Ben Yishin took a quick look and saw the mess on the dining table.
Lin Nian thought to himself, what you mean is that you are second in the family and you are first. I understand. I could see it clearly when I chatted with the principal in the morning. It is not strange for a young man from a big family to be rebellious in adolescence.
"Lin Nian, you came here in response to the invitation you received tonight, so he is my friend. If he offends you, he is not giving me face." Caesar turned to look at Lin Nian and said.
Lin Nian was startled. Are he and Caesar considered friends? They only met each other for ten minutes today, and now Caesar is considered a friend. Sure enough, young masters from big families are the template for being lonely and lacking love since childhood.
Friendship comes so easily.
"Let's get to know each other again." Lin Nian extended his hand to Caesar.
"Caesar Gattuso, freshman." With a smile on his face, Caesar took out his hand from his trouser pocket and held it with Lin Nian.
"Lin Nian, freshman preparing for freshman."
"At first I thought that the students who could be rated as 'S' level students by the principal were guys with noses above their eyes and looking at people with their nostrils, but now it seems that I was wrong. You are very good. I like you and we can be friends.
." Caesar smiled lightly and took back his hand.
"I'm not very good at hating people. They all say that Caesar Gattuso is a very proud man, but in my opinion you are very approachable." Lin Nian also had a smile on his face, showing off his unhappy mood at the dinner table before.
It was resolved in a few words during the conversation with Caesar.
"This school is full of elites, but the real elites are always a minority. I like to bring the elites together, because the people who are attracted to me, Caesar Gattuso, can only be elites." Caesar's words were direct.
Recognized Lin Nian.
Lin Nian is not sure if this is the talking skills that children from big families have practiced since childhood or something, but he has to admit that chatting with Caesar is a kind of enjoyment. You can feel the pride in him.
But he never treats others with this pride. You may think that he is an emperor, but he can walk with you while drinking and chatting about the weather.
A wonderful person and someone worth getting to know.
Lin Nian could only remember having this feeling of having an excellent first impression of people once or twice when he was in Shilan High School. Once in his freshman year of high school, he went online in an Internet cafe and offended several people from society.
Without taking action, a boy playing StarCraft stood up, touched the back of his head, smiled and apologized for Lin Nian, and dragged Lin Nian all the way out of the Internet cafe. After that, the boy and Lin Nian skipped class and went online every day.
Another time, they were playing basketball outside the school. The basketball team of the same school was ridiculed by the neighboring school. Shilan has more expensive boys per capita. No one can compete in sports, so why not go home and continue to pick up girls? Lin Nian in the audience stood up and threw the basketball.
The man's face was stunned, and so was a sophomore senior in high school beside him. The two of them didn't say a word, but they were working together for the first time, and they were torturing each other in just a few back-and-forths.
After the game, Lin Nian thought that the high school sophomore would say something harsh in response to the taunt, but found that the other party actually walked over silently and shook hands with the person who led the taunt, causing the opponent to have no temper on the court and no temper off the court.
, which can be regarded as a good fight for Shilan Basketball.
These two people were both people that Lin Nian recognized at first sight and could make friends with, but they all met because of some chance. However, the Caesar in front of him was different. Lin Nian had no revolutionary friendship with him, nor did they share weal and woe.
It was difficult, but the other party just relied on his sense of leadership and intimacy to make Lin Nian feel the same as the above two people. He felt that this blond noble man was a different and trustworthy person.
What a wonderful person, Lin Nian thought.
Caesar nodded and waved to the waiter not far away. After giving some instructions to the waiter, he looked at Lin Nian and said, "What happened tonight is because I didn't entertain you well and made you laugh."
"Isshin Miyamoto said he has never met you, haven't you tried to negotiate with him?" Lin Nian was curious that someone like Caesar could not establish diplomatic relations with Isshin Miyamoto. Even if they were enemies, with Caesar's charm,
It should be a friendship between competing on stage and drinking offstage. After all, they both belong to the same student union.
"Of course I tried, that's why I don't like him." Caesar raised his glass and took a sip of the martini, his sea-blue eyes filled with emotion.
After a moment of silence between the two, Caesar raised his hand and patted Lin Nian's back vigorously, "Don't talk about these unpleasant things at the banquet. There will be a dance here later. Do you have a partner?"
"The director of the dance department of your student union invited me, and I agreed." Lin Nian did not expect that Caesar would mention this incident and said helplessly.
"Did Ekaterina invite you?" Caesar looked surprised but then he suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder he said 'the second dance' when he invited me before. I didn't expect you to take the lead.
"
"What kind of dance are you doing later? Tango or quickstep? I've only learned waltz." Lin Nian's face suddenly became nervous when he thought of this. He didn't know why he had agreed to the swan-like dance before.
The minister's invitation to dance makes it difficult to get off the stage now.
"Then waltz." Caesar noticed Lin Nian's embarrassment, raised his glass and smiled: "Tonight, the student union cello band's score will only include waltz!"
I have to say that at this moment, Lin Nian's favorable impression of Caesar increased again. Maybe he was a woman. Looking at the proud and domineering young master Caesar, she already had a youthful look on her face.
Snapped!
Lin Nian mentally slapped himself, his eyes suddenly clearing up when he looked at the blond and handsome Caesar, and a cold sweat broke out from his back.
Good guy, more powerful than rumored, suitable for both men and women?