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.

Seeing that Louis Lara had said so much and had not yet cut into the essence of the matter, Quentin was obviously a little anxious, he picked up half of the cigar that was about to be extinguished from the crystal ashtray, took out a windproof butane lighter that looked like a miniature spray gun from his pocket, lit the cigar with a snap, took two puffs again, spit out a string of smoke rings, and said, "Okay, Louis, you can rest." Sean, I think, it's better for you to talk about it. ”

Sean has a sunburned pig liver-colored face, like a farmer who has been working in a wheat field in South Dakota all year round, but everyone knows that this little brother's self-proclaimed sexy bronzed skin was nourished by the process of skiing, surfing, and playing football around the world on his father's private jet all year round.

At this moment, he appeared to be businesslike, and his speech was also concise and neat: "Let me make it clearer, that is, the eighth and ninth freshmen salute us by interacting with the twelfth grade students, see us off for our upcoming graduation, and of course, help us better fulfill the rite of passage." ”

William's brows furrowed, of course he understood what Sean meant by "relationship", it was not something as simple as holding hands, talking about hearts or even kissing.

Quentin naturally interpreted the serious look on William's face as not fully understanding Sean's words, and he pointed at Jacob with the hand wearing the platinum skull ring, and said, "You introduce the rules of the game." ”

Jacob hurriedly pushed aside the half-drunk canned Coke, blinked nervously, and said, "To put it simply, it's to score my sister." As of May 1st, the game is over, and before the prom, we will approve the reliability of the score, and the winner with the most points will receive the title of "Love Saint" and award a gold medal, which will follow him for the rest of his life. ”

Quentin nodded deeply and said, "To show fairness, from the day you participate, I will zero the existing score." William, how about we start the race on a starting line? I know you have a lot of female fans.,The rules say in front.,Only the freshman girls who are in the eighth and ninth grades will be counted.,Other grades are okay if you're willing to tease me.,But,No score.。 ”

William felt that if the words of this group of people were heard by the school women's rights organization, they would have to hold a protest on the campus, how could he, as the president of the student union, sit back and watch this kind of thing spread on the campus?

"Ridiculous!" William Hodi got up from his seat, "Doing all this dirty stuff on campus, it's just ......"

William was so angry that he couldn't find the right words for a while, and he stammered.

"How can this be called dirty, that's just the normal life that human beings should live! Don't you know what it means to be an adult? ”

Quentin was in a rare mood today, and he didn't lose his temper, admiring the angry face of his old enemy, he continued: "Only medieval Puritans, and ascetic antiques, have such a low-level argument as yours! I'll tell you, those things are outdated! ”

Kevin saw that William dared to openly contradict his wise and martial cousin, and he really couldn't swallow this breath, and interjected in a weird way: "What kind of innocence is pretending, didn't you also beat Cynthia's idea?" ”

What do you mean by beating Cynthia's idea? Such large-scale words sounded particularly harsh to William, and for him, it was a blasphemy against their feelings.