A feeling of disgust gripped his body, and he was about to withdraw his gaze, but through the silk and tulle, he saw a small wooden door looming behind the large bed. William's heart was beating wildly, and if it wasn't a direct exit, it could at least lead to another room.

"Looks like you like my yard?" Quentin's voice came from the outroom.

William slammed the door shut, and now that he was sure of his exit, he strode back to Harkness's table, and asked with his hands propped on the table; "So, what did you call me to do here? My time is at a cost......"

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? Do you gather for sexual immorality? 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.