Hearing this, Quentin was obviously stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect that William was still a hard bone, and he dared to shout like this when he came to his own territory.

He snorted at Hunter beside him, and Hunter said angrily: "Actually, it's not a big deal for us to invite you here, classmates, and they will graduate in more than half a year, and they want to catch up with you about the old ......."

"Brother Hunter is really good at talking, so there is no need to talk about the past, I know what you invited me for. We are all understanding people, so let's open the skylight and say something. Whether it's the student council under my rule or the White Luojia Club, although they don't talk speculatively and differently from you, they don't have the leisure to take care of your bits and pieces. ”

"Excellent! Sure enough, it's a smart person! Quentin took his feet off the table, and the smile on his face widened.

William turned to Quentin and continued: "So, the rules in the future are still the same, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, and we will not disturb each other!" ”

"Rejoice! If you had said that, maybe two or three years ago, we would have been friends. Quentin took a deep breath of the cigar, the edges of the cigar quickly changing from bright red to dull grayish, and the center still shimmered with red fire, which stood out in the not-so-bright room.

"Friends? I'm afraid I can't climb high. If it's okay, I'll take my leave. As he spoke, William was about to walk out, and Bastian got up from his chair, but Kevin was in front of them like a door god.

"What's the hurry? Take things as they come. As he spoke, Quentin tapped the blackboard behind him with the skull ring he wore on his index finger, as if an angry teacher was warning students who were not paying attention, and everyone's eyes instantly converged on the direction of Quentin's finger.

It was a line of three huge blackboards, a traditional blackboard that had been widely used in the last century, but is now almost extinct on the campus of A.

In the middle of the blackboard, some lines are drawn irregularly with various colors of chalk, which at first glance looks like a huge spider web, or rather, a map of urban ground transportation.

William was confused, he didn't understand what the lines meant.

However, there was a feeling that this picture might be the key to the whole thing today. His footsteps unconsciously moved closer in the direction of the blackboard, forcing himself to re-examine the somewhat puzzling diagram with the eyes of a detective and a semiotician.

When his gaze fell to the top of the blackboard again, a line of familiar names made him frown.

Almost all of them were the twelfth year leaders of the Blue Zion Hermitage, and a few of them were sitting across from them. If he remembers correctly, they should have also received their college acceptance letters at the ED and EA stages.

There are also a lot of names arranged in a staggered manner under the blackboard, William counted them, there are roughly twenty of them, and William doesn't know many people in these names, however, at a glance, he knows that they are all girls' names.

The jumble of intertwined lines in the middle of the blackboard connect two seemingly unrelated names, some with one line on their names, others with several lines.

Looking at these connections, William's thoughts became clearer and clearer, and he understood the meaning.

To confirm his judgment, he looked at the people on the other side of Harkness's round table again, and sure enough, they all had strange expressions, Sean's pig-liver-colored face turned purple, and the thin boy named Jacob had begun to blink nervously......

William slumped into his chair, his first feeling was furious, how could such a dirty thing happen in a school where everyone prides themselves on being the future pillars and elites of this country, under his rule as the president of the student union?

These self-esteemed nobles who enjoy the best educational resources, they use the money and privileges in their hands to cheat love, and then use the deceived love to gain sex, and not only that, but they also openly show off these as trophies, show off and compare?

Divine love is trampled on and desecrated in this way, they get a momentary pleasure, but it can destroy a girl's faith and distort her outlook on life, this group of people is completely perverted!

As a wonderful boy who had never even had a love experience, he was ashamed of the intricate lines on the blackboard, and the thought of the boys and girls connected by these sinful lines at different times, in different places, and with different people for the purpose of play, made him feel sick in his cheeks and uncomfortable.

Remembering the smell of corruption coming from the carved wooden door just now, William immediately felt a pang of nausea, and William firmly believed that something filthy had happened on that beautiful and dirty bed. Who could be among them? Maybe both?

Closing his eyes and his stomach churning, he tried to suppress the rush of vomiting, eager to lash out at them, question them, condemn them, but Quentin's sneer brought him back to his senses.

Quentin pinched his cigar with his index finger and thumb, looked directly at the changing expression on William's face, snorted coldly from his nostrils, and said, "As the president of the student council, you don't even know that our school has this special tradition?" ”

What tradition? Gathering*? Is it immoral? William just opened his mouth to rebuke Quentin, but when the words came to his lips, he decided to change to a more rational way of communicating.

"If it were those traditions called beautiful talks, I don't think I wouldn't be unaware. It's just that I don't know what kind of tradition you're talking about? William replied to Quentin's arrogant tone with an awe-inspiring gaze.

Quentin took two puffs of his cigarette and let out a shrill laugh like a night owl, as if William had just told an extremely funny joke. He suddenly turned to Bastian and asked, "Great poet, how many girlfriends did you have in high school?" ”

"Two ...... Piece. The romantic Frenchman replied with a little crampedness, his eyes wandering over Quentin and then at William, not understanding why Quentin had come up with such a sentence out of nowhere.

"What about you? President of my Student Council. Quentin's sarcastic gaze was like lightning, and he squinted at William through the white smoke that swirled around him, his tone full of provocation.

"......," William said for a moment.

Although there are many girls who adore him at school, really a lot, he has never officially dated a girl so far. Because, having a girlfriend means a lot of time and money, and for him, he can't afford these two most extravagant things.

At this point, he admits that he really can't compare to Quentin, whose love history is so complicated that it borders on chaos.

William lowered his head and tried to think about Quentin's true intention of asking, and said lightly: "I have not been officially in a relationship......"

William had to admit that he was ashamed to say this.

After all, this is in the United States, a country that advocates free viewing, only those slightly obscene otaku, and fat, stupid and unattractive boys like Fat Joe, will hand in a love blank roll in four years of youth.

A boy his age has never been in a relationship and will be seen as a monster.

Quentin smiled, placed the cigar in his hand on the edge of the ashtray, leaned back into the backrest swivel chair, and crossed his long legs onto the table again.

"I appreciate your frankness, William," he said without hesitation. However, we are all over 18 years old now, we are adult men, do you dare to play a little game between men, the crazy and exciting kind, let's compete seriously to see who loses and who wins! ”

"What game?" William wrinkled his eyebrows, and by the time he said this, he had already guessed the content of the game, just to hear what Quentin would say more outrageously.

Quentin's chin lifted slightly, and he spat out the two words clearly: "Senior Salute." ”

William didn't speak, and the room was quiet with a wisp of smoke from the cigar in the ashtray.

Quentin actually gave such a lofty name to this filthy game, I don't know whether to deliberately obscure the facts, whitewash the truth, or show the respectful and cynical black humor in his bones.

Seeing that William had not spoken for a long time, Quentin had an impatient look on his face, nodded to a boy on the inside of the oval table, and said, "Luis, you can introduce this tradition of the school to our guests." ”

The brown-haired boy named Louis had a sickly flush on his face, and his expression was obviously a little unnatural in the face of William's majestic gaze.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Hmm...... How to say that...... At last...... Right! An ancient tradition that has been dormant for many years. This is definitely not a fabrication of our Blue Zion Hermitage...... This tradition...... has existed for more than thirty years...... There is nothing to blame...... After all, in school A...... The senior is the most respectable ......"

Louis's words were not only incoherent, but also out of breath. With that, he reached into the inside pocket of his suit, pulled out a small white pill bottle with a pump, and took two puffs in an attempt to slow down the slight gasp.

William gave Louis a sympathetic look, and everyone knew that his old problem of asthma would be especially bad in the winter.

Louis persistently continued: "Actually...... At a family gathering before the start of school, one of the youngest uncles in the family patted me on the shoulder and asked, "You are also in the twelfth grade this year, and you have ...... 'salute seniors' in the school in recent years...... Is the tradition still alive? He's too...... I also graduated from school A more than 10 years ago...... He said...... He said...... To this day, he still misses ...... Their crazy youth in twelfth grade ......"

Louis was gasping for breath at this point.