As night falls, the Amber Pavilion lights up and glows through the giant floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Dressed in black dresses and carrying white handkerchiefs or crimson roses in their jacket pockets, student council officials stood in the corridor to greet them. It was supposed to be an extremely elegant scene, making you feel like you had stepped back in time to the Middle Ages.

This was the case at the banquet of those days, with groups of attendants standing at the gates of the splendid castle and gilded carriages coming into view at unhurried steps.

The atmosphere of that era was like this, even if your wife cheated on your daughter and lover jumped off the wall, and the goods in the manor were burned overnight, you had to dress up and smile when you attended with an invitation, and you had to be free to look forward to it, otherwise you would lose your grace.

If you look at it by such standards, these guys at the door are undoubtedly unqualified. They were indeed dressed uniformly, their sleeves and hair tips were neat, and their white teeth under the light also made many schoolgirls blush. But as long as you look closely, you will find that there is a trace of anxiety between their eyebrows and eyes. From time to time, someone turns to look at the door after sending guests into the hall, and the disappointment in their eyes is like broken glass, shining in the light.

"He hasn't arrived yet?" Someone finally couldn't help but whisper.

"Of course not." The person next to him shrugged, "If he arrived, those reporters at the door would still be as virtuous as they are now?" ”

In the bushes not far from the Amber Pavilion, a group of guys with cameras in their hands probed their heads, their eyes shining like 800-watt searchlights hanging on their faces, and every guest who approached the Amber Pavilion caused a commotion in them, like a swarm of rats that had seen cheese.

But it won't be long before their commotion will be quiet again, as if someone had drugged the cheese. Some of them paced back and forth with anxious expressions, each sigh accompanied by a curse; Some squatted on the ground and muttered to themselves, their unshaven faces full of vicissitudes; Another guy climbed up the branch of a tree with his light body, and stood on tiptoe to look into the distance, as if looking at his lover or his wallet on the horizon.

But these wastewood, who look like defeated dogs, have raised the vigilance of many people.

These guys are all excellent paparazzi under Fingal. They are mysterious and seem to be everywhere in this academy, but no one has caught them, and their names can only be seen in the newspapers.

They have published the president's bill, exposed the first girlfriend of the department head, and even the vice president has been reported by them!

In fact, there are not many people on campus who dare to offend the Department of Information easily, because you don't know if these guys will take the bed you urinated on back then and paste it in your face.

But what are these guys doing here in droves now? Which college leader has committed another crime?

"You think that guy shouldn't be so cowardly, right? You won't even show your face! Someone in the bushes gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh, "I bet $500 on him to sing a birthday song!" ”

"How could he come?" Someone beside him sighed, revealing a deep sad expression, like a lovelorn poet, "We have probably all been deceived by the minister's slut." ”

"Hey, you can't talk nonsense!" The guy who was squatting on the ground jumped up, "Even if it's the boss, he shouldn't be embarrassed to do such an excessive thing, right?" ”

"Brother, you just entered school? Do you really think that guy. Brother Poet swept the people around him with sympathetic eyes, "Will you be embarrassed?" ”

There was a deathly silence in the bushes, and a face appeared in everyone's head, and the eyes narrowed under the messy hair, and the bare head was raised and the greasy chicken leg in his hand was waved, as if he had just stepped over the Arc de Triomphe.

Do you expect this guy who will say "ask for money and don't ask for chicken legs" to be embarrassed? You're so good at dreaming, why don't you save the world?

Someone's face turned gray: "So we were cheated again?" ”

"Not only us, I think the whole school has been trapped!" Brother Poet gritted his teeth, "It's a shame that bastard is still patting his chest and saying that he will tie up our S-class too." Now the prom is almost here, people! ”

"Then did all our gambling money fly?" Someone trembled and asked, "Everyone should be pressing, Lu Mingfei will come, right?" ”

Everyone nodded sadly.

At the beginning of the gambling game, this group of guys got in touch with Fingal, not to mention whether they pressed whether Lu Mingfei would fight with Caesar or the two would hold hands and sing birthday songs, but at least this group of guys pressed Lu Mingfei to come.

Until tonight, they were full of smugness and confidence, as if they had seen a life of abundance waving to them.

But now they touched their shriveled purses, and their eyes were shining with tears on their backs, and everyone looked like they were ten years old.

"The prom hasn't started yet, maybe there's still a play?" It was said.

"No play." Brother Poet shook his head, "Don't look at the S-class in a day of freedom, but this time is different from that time." If we need warriors for the day of freedom, this time we need nobles and socialists. It's true that the S-class is very capable of playing, but that doesn't mean he can adapt to such a scene. ”

"What if he could dance?"

"Haven't you read Lu Mingfei's information? When did this guy dance social? The poet shattered the speaker's expectations in a firm tone, "And even if he could dance, would he be able to find a decent dance partner?" ”

"Why can't you find it, as far as I know, many people have told that guy that they can consider it?"

"Attention, it's a decent dance partner! The first rule in the social arena is that the status of the dance partner must be equal. It's not just because of your face, but because of the respect you have for others. It's like if you are a prince, the person holding your hand must be at least the daughter of the Grand Duke! If you really lead a dog to the door, either because you look down on the other side, it means that I will give you face if I bring a dog; Either that, it's because Your Excellency has the Yaxing of the day dog. "But there is a glimmer of hope!" It's the gossip girlfriend who enrolled with him, an A-level freshman from Russia, but that's an iceberg in Antarctica! ”

"Are we going to die?"

"It's dead." Brother Poet issued a death notice, "Actually, you can see the odds, there are more and more guys who will come today, but that guy has never adjusted the odds." What does this mean, it shows that he has absolute faith! But what does it mean that a dealer has absolute confidence? His sad gaze swept around, "It means that we are all dead." ”

For the third time, a silent air enveloped all around.

"Actually, if you think about it, maybe there are good things." Brother Poet twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty, "After making such a big profit, that guy should be able to pay back, right?" ”

No one responded, and in the silence someone turned their backs, and even the poet's brother knew that it was a ridiculous delusion.

If the student union is subservient to Caesar's king-like personality charm, and the lionheart will kneel before Chu Zihang's indifferent and murderous aura, then the scary and filthy organization in the Academy of Information is different from the first two.

Most of them were Fingal's disciples and creditors. They were all borrowed by Fingal for a variety of dollars when they first joined the Department of Public Information before they came to their senses, so this group of guys have been running around for Fingal all these years to be loyal to him, but he is only keeping an eye on the guy who owes him money.

Expect Fingal to pay back in this case? It's as ridiculous as the dragon of Taurus who one day squandered money!

While everyone who hears the news should be hugging and crying to find a place to set off firecrackers, you expect Fingal, the black sheep on campus, to do such a thing?

You might as well expect him to be embarrassed!

"Here comes the wallet! The wallet is coming! Suddenly there was a shout above their heads.

"What?" Someone looked up in surprise.

The guy standing on the branch jumped down from above, his eyes shining as bright as the stars of the night.

"Wallet, that's not right! It's Lu Mingfei! He danced so hard that he almost cried with joy, "He's coming!" ”

Everyone turned their heads in unison, as neatly as a large piece of resurrected Wangfu Stone. 4

"I'm that, rub it." Someone muttered.

At the end of the line of sight is a man and a woman. The girl on the left is dressed in white, her originally petite figure has become erect under the background of high heels, and the tightened school uniform and erect chest make her look graceful, as if she has changed from a girl to a girl overnight. The lights of the Amber Pavilion shone on her face, like an ice sculpture in the streamlight.

In contrast, the male companion next to her looked much more alive.

Lu Mingfei stood straight next to Zero, Youngor's tie over his white shirt, Armani's tuxedo with light black suit pants, and Berluti's black leather shoes shiny on his feet.

With a gentle smile on his lips and a pen in his breast pocket, he looked like an elegant scholar who had read poetry and books. As if sensing the gaze from this side, he looked over and nodded politely.

"What a big deal I'm going to do!" Someone was shocked, "How much does this set cost?" ”

"At least a hundred roast pig's trotters, right?"

But more reporters were immersed in emotion, looking at Lu Mingfei's eyes like a little fan girl seeing South Korea's Oba, and some people were even biting their fingers with teary eyes.

"Where does this temperament look like a person!" Someone said reverently.

"Not like people? What does that look like? ”

The speaker swallowed righteously. "This is an S-class humanoid self-propelled steaming chicken leg!"

There was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the Amber Pavilion, and some reporters picked up their cameras and turned around. In the flickering magnesium lights, the student union cadres at the entrance of the Amber Hall dispersed one after another, and the silent and powerful applause rang out. Caesar, dressed in a white suit, appeared at the door, his hair shining like blonde and a lace scarf inlaid with rhinestones on his neckline.

He walked out, his ice-blue eyes flowing with a cold light, and a grim smile on his lips, unable to tell whether it was welcome or mockery.

Behind him stood the heads of the six departments of the student union, neatly like 100,000 elite soldiers with armor.

"Yes, you're punctual." Caesar glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist and said lightly.

"Of course." Lu Mingfei stepped forward with a gentle smile on his face. Obviously, there was only a petite girl next to him, and the cadres of the student union were staring at him, and the air was almost burning. But when his gaze swept over the others, it was like a knife cutting through the water, and he only paused when he saw Caesar, "How could I be late when someone has a treat?" ”

"Very good, I appreciate men on time, except for Chu Zihang." Caesar held out his hand.

Everyone held their breath, and the light and the focus of their eyes locked on Caesar's hand. Historians often say that when real history happens, the clouds are often light, the streets are full of pedestrians, and no one knows what kind of turmoil is happening in the world today. But everyone present now has an inexplicable sense of history, as if they are attending a grand opening. Many people's throats twitched visibly, and the air was heavy.

Will Lu Mingfei hold Caesar's hand?

Suddenly, a hearty laugh sounded from behind Lu Mingfei, and a person jumped out from behind and grabbed Caesar's hand. This guy has broad shoulders and long arms, is tall, his unkempt hair in the past is tied in a small braid behind his head, and under his somewhat handsome forehead is a German-style iron gray eyes, like an iron-clad bodyguard.

"The Elder is gracious, gracious! Why would you go out in person and say hello to us to go in by ourselves? Fingal shook Caesar's hand enthusiastically, "When are we going to eat lobster?" ”

Caesar's face was a little stiff, and when this guy rushed out, he was so fast that he couldn't react, so he could only let this guy rush forward and hold his hand, as if a defeated dog had grabbed a bone.

"Rest assured, it will start when the time comes." The embarrassment between Caesar's brows was fleeting, almost invisible. He raised his eyebrows, his tone as haughty as ever, and he twitched back his hand and twitched again.

I'm going to fight so hard here! Can't pull it out!

"Lord, you are really arrogant!" Fingal smiled, as if he didn't notice anything, but his face was still full of enthusiasm, "I'm really looking forward to it." ”

"Who are you?" The minister of sports next to Caesar saw Caesar's predicament, frowned and took a step forward, "Do you have an invitation?" ”

"Invitations?" Fingal shook his head, "I didn't. ”

"So what qualifications do you have for this ball? And what qualifications do you have to shake hands with Caesar? The Minister of Sports was full of expression, he was obviously yelling at Fingal, but his eyes drifted to Lu Mingfei, who was standing with a smile on the side from time to time, "This is an insult to Caesar!" ”

"Insults? Not really, right? Fingal shrugged, "I think I was the Minister of Information?" ”

The Minister of Sports was speechless.

No one at the Kassel Academy knows about the Department of Information, and if the Student Council and the Lionheart are the two major forces in the student body, then the Department of Information is the ghost lurking in the Academy.

Theoretically, if the guy in front of him is the minister of the Ministry of Information, he does have uninvited capital, and he is indeed qualified to shake hands with Caesar.

It's like no one will invite Chu Zihang to this party, but if he comes, no one will drive him out, and even everyone will have to go out to greet each other collectively.

Because the nobles are like this, even if he is your father's enemy, you have to greet him with a smile when he appears at your ball, full of intimacy, "Although we don't share the sky, you are my guest when you come today, and your head will be beheaded in the future".