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

With a smile on his face, Caesar held up a glass of martini with his left hand in his trousers pocket, and with his right hand he made a false gesture of respect to the student union cadres surrounding him.

After dealing with some trivial matters backstage at the banquet, Caesar finally got off the dance floor and roamed around the Amber Pavilion. No matter where he went, the banquet centered on him, like the eye of a typhoon, with bursts of lively discussions and cordial greetings. The director of the sailing department whom the theme celebrated came to shake hands, and the director of the dance department Shi Shiran came to ask if he was willing to dance a second dance with her. Each director spoke highly of the freshman. What is shown is that they are sparing no effort to make friends at the moment.

But tonight Caesar's attention is obviously not on the social interactions of the student union members. On normal days, he would listen carefully to everyone's requests and chats, and use his rich experience to get to the center of the topic just right, in a few words Reach a consensus with the other party and both parties will have fun. But today he was particularly out of state. He didn't even notice the "second dance" mentioned by the head of the dance department when he was socializing. Normally, he would have jokingly asked which man was so charming that he won the first dance. power.

His eyes kept wandering around the lobby of the Anbo Pavilion. His naturally excellent eyesight inspected the faces of every guest and kept comparing them in his memory. The familiar ones and the unfamiliar ones. But after looking around, he still couldn't find him. Looking for someone.

This made Caesar a little frustrated. Didn't he feel that the invitation in the morning was too hasty? If this kind of banquet followed a formal process, he should have determined the other party's wishes and received a reply from the beginning. But in that case, there was really not much time for him to go through the process, and the other party did not take it seriously in the rush. It's quite normal.

Caesar Gattuso’s first contact with ‘S’ class students failed? Is this an expression of contempt or indifference?

Caesar shook his head and didn't think about it so much. If he didn't come, he didn't come. He would just formally invite him next time he had the chance. He didn't need to hide his interest in 'S'-level students. If One day Caesar felt that the other party should be his enemy, then he would openly declare a challenge.

Just as Caesar put down his baggage and turned around to continue congratulating the director of the sailing department, there was a dull clicking sound from the restaurant, followed by a muffled sound. A few guests close to the restaurant noticed this strange phenomenon, but they were not far away. The hearing of the people on the dance floor further away was drowned out by the performance of the cello band on the second floor.

But Caesar was different. Almost as soon as there was a dull rattling sound, he was holding the wine glass and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the restaurant. The subsequent muffled sound made him frown slightly and stretched out his hand to separate the crowd: "Sorry Excuse me, something seems to have happened over there, I’ll go check it out.”

When Caesar walked to the restaurant, his eyes were instantly attracted to the boy walking towards him. He had a familiar young and handsome face, but tonight Caesar was keenly aware of something else in the boy's eyes.

It was a heavy and persistent desire, and the ordinary steps became firm and powerful, as if it had undergone some major transformation!

Heck, the pasta you just ate was too delicious, wasn’t it? Where can I get another one? Lin Nian rubbed his stomach depressedly and walked around looking around, trying to find another pasta of the same style to eat.

"Lin Nian? I thought you didn't come." Caesar calmed down, took the cup and walked away.

Lin Nian looked over and saw that Caesar Gattuso, who was in formal attire, was several times more eye-catching than when he saw him in school uniform in the morning.

I also have to lament that suits like suits really have to be divided among people. I still remember that when I was in Shilan, my best friend Lu Mingfei was laughed at when he wore a suit and looked like a salesperson of health care products, but the same clothes Wearing it on Caesar in front of Lin Nian, it was as if there was a lighting engineer hidden in the crystal chandelier above his head, shining the spotlight of the banquet on this blond man. The lines of the well-proportioned muscles under the suit were clearly revealed, and the corners of his mouth were clearly visible. Walking towards Lin Nian with a slight smile, he looked like a domineering emperor.

"I came relatively early." Lin Nian nodded and said hello.

"Why are you wearing a school uniform? Didn't I make a note in the email to try to dress up properly?" Caesar then noticed that this guy was wearing green. At first he thought it was some special suit, but after taking a closer look, he realized that it was Kassel College. winter school uniforms.

"I was busy all afternoon after class in the morning and didn't have time to go back to the dormitory." Lin Nian explained: "And I don't have formal clothes. Who would prepare a formal suit for college?"

Caesar was stunned again and again. The difference in education he had received since childhood made him not quite understand what Lin Nian meant. In his opinion, shouldn't every boy have more than three sets of formal clothes in his wardrobe? To say the least, the three sets of Caesar's clothes are all euphemistic, because in the Amber Pavilion, he has three special rooms to store his clothes, shoes and trousers. One is handmade, and the other is probably said. A brand I have never heard of.

However, Caesar immediately shook his head and decided to be more pragmatic and change the subject: "I heard something moving here just now. Did something happen?"

"It's nothing. I was too strong when I was eating steak. I broke a knife and slapped it on the table." Lin Nian said.

Caesar remained silent and asked, "Are you eating steak or slaughtering a live cow on site? The knife can be broken. Should I say that this is the difference between 'S' level students?"

In the end, Lin Nian chose to settle the matter and lie casually. He felt that if he told the truth, Caesar, who was the rival of the student union president, would definitely cause trouble for Miyamoto Isshin. He has been a man since he was a child. He is most afraid of trouble, but sometimes he is not afraid of trouble when it comes to him. The scene just now is a solid example.

After breaking the knife, Miyamoto did not chase him out or make sarcastic remarks. He just stood there and stared at the knife that shattered like an ice sculpture on the table. He didn't know what he was thinking. He stood at the junction of the restaurant and the dance floor. Caesar saw him at a glance, and subconsciously frowned and guessed the whole story: "Miyamoto Isshin? Why is he here? I remember that he is not on the invitation list for this banquet. Did he take the initiative to provoke you?"

"Did you host the banquet?" Lin Nian knew something was wrong between the two of them when he saw Caesar's reaction.

"If you join the student union, you will find that two of the three parties in a week are hosted by me." Caesar immediately frowned when he heard Lin Nian's question and said: "About Miyamoto Isshin, I don't like talking behind his back. If you are interested, you can go to the Night Watch forum to learn about his negative news, but I can introduce this person to you."

"I don't like speaking ill of people behind their backs, so I say many bad things in person. I don't like him." Lin Nian glanced at Miyamoto Isshin's back: "He makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"He is an exchange student from the Japanese branch. He is an old friend of the current student union president. He studied at Kassel College for three years and served as the director of the kendo department in the student union for three years. He is considered a senior member of the student union and is well-known. Zhan Kuangren does not allow Kassel Academy to have a second kendo club. Whenever there is any sign, one person will come to the door with a bamboo sword and kick everyone out, knocking everyone down in an upright manner, and then disbanding without losing face. It is very domineering, but It's strong enough." Caesar took a sip of his martini and gave Lin Nian a brief introduction to Isshin Miyamoto's resume.

"Strong?"

"I heard he is inexplicably strong. Please read his name again."

"Miyamoto Isshin." Lin Nian said cooperatively.

"Japanese, surnamed Miyamoto, swordsmanship, what did you think of?" Caesar's eyes were filled with watery waves.

"Miyamoto Musashi?" Lin Nian blurted out, and then he was stunned.

"Miyamoto Musashi." Caesar put down his wine glass and nodded: "Have you read "Mirror of the Way of War"?"

"It's a first-class swordsmanship, very classic. Anyone who studies kendo will know something about it." Lin Nian nodded. He remembered that the coach at the Children's Palace would lament that Lin Nian's qualifications were so good every now and then. The young Miyamoto Musashi just came. Now, with this hand strength and strength, let alone swinging a firecracker pole, you will have to flatten and break the steel pipe.

"I heard that he is a descendant of Miyamoto Musashi. It is said in Japanese history that Miyamoto Musashi was not close to women and had no heirs. However, the Japanese branch explained that there is still a pure Miyamoto descendant circulating there, and the bloodline belongs to Miyamoto Musashi Masamune, but due to the age, after the sword ban came out, all the Masamune of that line became literary, and now he can be regarded as a scientific researcher in Japan." Caesar looked at Miyamoto Isshin in the distance and said: " But Miyamoto Isshin was one of the few who inherited the talent of swordsmanship. The Miyamoto family sent him to the Japanese branch to study swordsmanship since he was born. He used famous swords, sword masters, and classical swords at will, and finally developed such a swordsmanship. The genius has now been sent to the academy for further study. After graduation, he will probably return to the Japanese branch to inherit the position of head of the family, which can be regarded as an honorable return to his hometown."

"Wait a minute, Miyamoto Isshin appears here, which means Miyamoto Musashi is."

"Miyamoto Musashi is a mixed race. It is a perfectly normal inference. Miyamoto Musashi has not been defeated in hundreds of battles. On the battlefield, one is against ten or against a hundred. His ghostly swordsmanship kills people like wood. Sounds like a mixed race, doesn't it? Only people like us can achieve these feats easily." Caesar said lightly.

"No wonder you are so aggressive." Lin Nian understood.

"I didn't invite him to my banquet tonight because there is no banquet for enemies in the Gattuso family rules, unless I admire this enemy very much, but Miyamoto Isshin is obviously not among my favorites." Caesar glanced at the palace Ben Yishin took a quick look and saw the mess on the dining table.

Lin Nian thought to himself, what you mean is that you are second in the family and first in the family. I understand. I have already understood it clearly when I chatted with the principal this morning. It is not strange for a young man from a big family to be rebellious in adolescence.

"Lin Nian, you came here in response to the invitation you received tonight, so you are my friend. If he offends you, he is not giving me face." Caesar turned to look at Lin Nian and said.

Lin Nian was startled. Are he and Caesar considered friends? They only met each other for ten minutes today, and now Caesar is considered a friend. Sure enough, young masters from big families are the template for being lonely and lacking love since childhood. Friendship comes so easily.

"Let's get acquainted again." Lin Nian extended his hand to Caesar.

"Caesar Gattuso, freshman." With a smile on his face, Caesar took out his hand from his trouser pocket and held it with Lin Nian.

"Lin Nian, freshman prep student."

"At first I thought that the students who could be rated as 'S' level students by the principal were guys with noses above their eyes and looking at people with their nostrils, but now it seems that I was wrong. You are very good. I like you and we can be friends. ." Caesar smiled lightly and took back his hand.

"I'm not very good at hating people. They all say that Caesar Gattuso is a very proud man, but in my opinion you are very approachable." Lin Nian also had a smile on his face, showing off his unhappy mood at the dinner table before. In a few words, it was resolved in the conversation with Caesar.

"This school is full of elites, but the real elites are always a minority. I like to bring the elites together, because the people who are attracted to me, Caesar Gattuso, can only be elites." Caesar's words were direct. Lin Nian was recognized.

Lin Nian is not sure whether this is the talking skills that children from big families have practiced since childhood or something else, but he has to admit that chatting with Caesar is a kind of enjoyment. You can feel the pride in him. But he never treats others with this pride. You may think that he is an emperor, but he can walk with you while drinking and chatting about the weather.

A wonderful person and someone worth getting to know.

Lin Nian could only remember having this feeling of having an excellent first impression of people once or twice when he was in Shilan High School. Once when he was in the freshman year of high school, he went online in an Internet cafe and offended several people from society. Without taking action, a boy playing StarCraft stood up, touched the back of his head, smiled and apologized for Lin Nian, and dragged Lin Nian all the way out of the Internet cafe. After that, the boy and Lin Nian skipped class and went online every day.

Another time, they were playing basketball outside the school. The basketball team of the same school was ridiculed by the neighboring school. Shilan is rich in wealth per capita. No one can compete in sports, so why not go home and continue to pick up girls? Lin Nian in the audience stood up and threw the basketball. The man's face showed signs of disgrace, and so did a sophomore in high school beside him. The two of them didn't say a word, but they were partners for the first time, and they knew each other well, and they tortured each other in just a few back-and-forths.

After the game, Lin Nian thought that the high school senior would say something harsh in response to the taunt, but found that the other party actually walked over silently and shook hands with the person who led the taunt, causing the opponent to have no temper on the court and no temper off the court. , which can be regarded as a good fight for Shilan Basketball.

These two people were both people that Lin Nian recognized at first sight and could make friends with, but they all met because of some chance. However, the Caesar in front of him was different. Lin Nian had no revolutionary friendship with him, nor did they share weal and woe. It was difficult, but the other party relied on his sense of leadership and intimacy to make Lin Nian feel the same as the above two people. He felt that this blond noble man was a different and trustworthy person.

What a wonderful person, Lin Nian thought.

Caesar nodded and waved to the waiter not far away. After giving the waiter a few instructions, he looked at Lin Nian and said, "What happened tonight is because I didn't entertain you well and made you laugh."

"Isshin Miyamoto said he has never met you, haven't you tried to negotiate with him?" Lin Nian was curious that someone like Caesar could not establish diplomatic relations with Isshin Miyamoto. Even if they were enemies, Caesar's charm would It should be a friendship between competing on stage and drinking off stage. After all, they both belong to the same student union.

"Of course I tried, that's why I don't like him." Caesar raised his glass and took a sip of the martini, his sea-blue eyes filled with emotion.

After a moment of silence between the two, Caesar raised his hand and patted Lin Nian's back forcefully, "Don't talk about these unpleasant things at the banquet. There will be a dance here later. Do you have a partner?"

"The director of the dance department of your student union invited me, and I agreed." Lin Nian did not expect that Caesar would mention this incident and said helplessly.

"Did Ekaterina invite you?" Caesar looked surprised but then he suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder he said 'the second dance' when he invited me before. I didn't expect you to take the lead. "

"What kind of dance are you doing later? Tango or quickstep? I've only learned waltz." Lin Nian's face suddenly became nervous when he thought of this. He didn't know why he agreed to the swan-like dance before. The minister's invitation to dance makes it difficult to get off the stage now.

"Then waltz." Caesar noticed Lin Nian's embarrassment, raised his glass and smiled: "Tonight, the student union cello band's score will only include waltz!"

I have to say that at this moment, Lin Nian's favorable impression of Caesar increased again. Maybe he was a woman who looked at the proud and domineering young master Caesar, and now she already had a bright face.

Snapped!

Lin Nian mentally slapped himself, his eyes suddenly clearing up when he looked at the blond and handsome Caesar, and a cold sweat broke out from his back.

Good guy, more powerful than rumored, suitable for both men and women?

ps: It’s late but it’s coming. Well, it’s indeed too late