If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"Sure enough, it is very different from what I imagined." Lin Nian stood on the edge of the Anbo Museum and watched the bustling scenes and said with a wry smile.

It's more like a banquet than a party. Everyone walks in the hall wearing a polite mask. When they meet, they slightly raise their champagne glasses. If they meet each other, they get closer and chat for a few words. An interesting fact is that the men are both elegant and humorous, and the women are both reserved and elegant. Under the performance of the cello band, they divide and combine in an orderly manner.

"Actually, there's not much difference. Banquets and parties are all for eating, drinking and having fun. The student union's party is pretty good. Do you see that over there?" Mandy accompanied Lin Nian and pointed further inside the clubhouse. There is a place where the long dining table is placed in rows, with Boston lobster prepared in pure water, various colorful snacks clustered around the champagne tower, and martinis and margaritas placed on the waiter's tray. Unlimited cocktails are available.

"Oh, it seems that there is still some meaning in it." Lin Nian couldn't help but feel a lot more excited when he saw this invigorating scene.

"The number of lobsters corresponds to the number of people, but there is no stipulated limit for diners. I don't think many people will be interested in those lobsters tonight, except for you, I guess. Junior brother, you probably came here without eating. Right?" Mandy took a glass of martini from the passing waiter and took a sip, leaving a faint lip mark on the rim of the glass.

"I came here because I didn't eat. What you said is a bit like saying that I was reincarnated as a starved ghost." Lin Nian corrected the causal relationship: "I haven't reached the point of going hungry for a whole day just for a buffet. , I know only a handful of people who can do this kind of thing. I counted one in high school before, and now I count one in college.”

"I know you went to college, Fingel, but isn't the Shilan High School you went to a noble school?"

"There are weird things everywhere, whether it's Cassel College or an elite college." Lin Nian silenced Mandy with one sentence.

"Junior brother, let's make a bet. You won't be able to eat lobster tonight. You will probably have to go back to the dormitory hungry to pick up the leftovers from Fingel's pizza boxes to fill your stomach." Mandy pursed her lips.

"Are you betting that I will stick to my demeanor in this kind of environment where everyone respects me as a guest? Then you are really betting on the wrong thing. I used to be famous as a KY." Lin Nian glanced at most for twenty or thirty years. The dining table was a few meters away. He didn't even need to take a run for this distance, he just passed it in two or three steps.

"Then you can give it a try." Mandy shrugged and said nonchalantly.

Lin Nian glanced at Mandy and found that she was just leaning on the pillar with her hands behind her back and whistling at the crystal chandelier. She looked unhurried and had everything under control. He didn't know where Mandy's confidence came from, let alone say anything. There were only five lobsters left. Even in this environment, he could eat five at least.

So Lin Nian turned around and prepared to take the first step, but before he could actually take the step, he forcefully pulled his legs back because someone blocked him.

Under the white deep V women's suit, she has healthy wheat-colored skin, and her long flaxen hair falls softly around her shoulders. Under the dim light, she outlines a woman's face full of South Asian style. At this time, she is holding a hand in her hand. With a glass of champagne, he was looking at Lin Nian in front of him leisurely.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Lin Nian paused.

"You are Lin Nian, the freshman transfer student? I have admired your name for a long time. Caesar said that there might be a chance to see you tonight. I thought he was joking, but it seems that our presidential candidate is not someone who likes to lie." The woman raised her glass: "Let's meet, Kartha, the director of the Sailing Department of the Student Union, a Maldivian."

Lin Nian didn't hold any drink in his hand. At this time, Mandy passed by him and handed him the margarita in her hand. She cast a good luck look and disappeared on the dance floor. among the crowd.

"Lin Nian, freshman." Lin Nian could only helplessly raise his glass and take a sip.

"Your girlfriend? She's very beautiful. Being able to find such an outstanding girl right after you entered school further demonstrates your S-level excellence." Karsa, the director of the sailing department, flipped up her long hair and watched Mandy disappear. direction.

"No, she is just my senior sister." Lin Nian waved his hand and explained.

"Really?" Karsa glanced at the wine glass in Lin Nian's hand.

Lin Nian also lowered his head to look, and immediately noticed that there was a red lip mark on the rim of the cup he was drinking from. After discovering this, he wiped away the lip mark with a black line on his face in embarrassment: "Misunderstanding, she is a little out of line. You are always so carefree, may I ask what you want from me?"

"It seems that you haven't attended many such banquets." Karsa looked up and down at Lin Nian, who was wearing school uniform, and shook his head with a smile: "Normally, if someone strikes up a conversation with you, you can't ask others what's wrong, but you should chat freely. Some topics that both parties are interested in, just smile and nod once you’ve reached the point, and then part ways.”

"This is my first time attending such a banquet, and I even forgot to bring my invitation." Lin Nian shook his head and said, "There are so many people I don't know, but everyone seems to know me, which is a weird feeling. "

"This is normal. There is no need for people who are destined to shine to remember the names of all the gravels." Karsha nodded: "I can see that you still need time to adapt to all this. Everything right now is too much for you. It’s coming soon, isn’t it?”

"It feels a bit dizzying and overwhelming."

"I originally wanted to invite you to join the sailing club, because I heard that your family lives on the coast and you must be very close to the sea and waves. The opening line I originally prepared was: 'Do you like sailing?', but now we are chatting. After two sentences, I think you will probably answer simply that I don't like it." Karsha smiled and said: "Because it seems that I have misunderstood something. There seems to be no metaphor for your coming to the Amber Hall to attend the student union banquet tonight. It’s not yet time for you to make up your mind and choose a side.”

"Is it really important to take sides? Do you have to make a choice between the student union or the Lions Heart Club in this school?" Lin Nian asked as he glanced at the crowd flowing in the Amber Hall.

"It's not important to ordinary students, but it's crucial to you. Maybe you haven't understood the meaning of 'S' level yet." Karsa reached out and pressed Lin Nian's shoulder: "Do you feel it?"

"What do you feel?" Lin Nian asked subconsciously.

"Weight." Karlsa retracted her hand and chuckled, raised her glass, then turned and left: "Perhaps you can learn from Caesar Gattuso in the future, and he will know exactly where his position is, but right now, Go enjoy the party, 'S'-level students, even if the student union party is different from what you imagined, it is still much better than the Lionheart Club party."

Before Lin Nian could say anything while holding the wine glass, Karsa had already disappeared. He shook his head and felt that the people in this college, whether they were professors or students, were all talkative and liked to make everything difficult. It's cloudy and foggy.

But at least now Lin Nian has not forgotten what his original intention was, and chose to side between the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union? No, he came to the Amber Pavilion for a party and was going to eat something to fill his stomach, but now his target, the Boston lobster, was still more than twenty meters away from him.

After clarifying his goal, Lin Nian regained his energy while holding the wine glass, took a step forward - and then stepped back.

He looked up helplessly and saw someone blocking his way again. This time, the person blocking him was a man with oiled hair and a cheap suit. There was a camera hanging on his chest, and he was rubbing his hands and watching "vigorously" Lin Nian.

"Any advice?" Lin Nian looked at this guy and always felt that he looked like a talent scout he had met on the street before. He had impure motives in his actions. He didn't expect that there were such people in the student union.

"Information Department, Lester, I would like to interview you for a few questions. I wonder if you are available." The man asked tentatively, holding the camera with both hands and making a photo-taking gesture.

"Does the News Department Student Union also have a News Department?" Lin Nian thought about it and seemed to remember that there was a News Department in the school.

"No, we are an independent group, but our minister is a member of the student union, so I have the opportunity to appear here." The man explained.

"May I ask who your minister is?" Lin Nian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fingel von Flins," the man answered.

"Sorry, I'm not free." Lin Nian's face darkened immediately, he turned sideways towards the man and walked towards the dining table in the distance.