Love rivals are vying to fire cp with me[Transmigration Book]

Fruit drink area, commonly known as children's play area.

It is mainly used to place children under ten years old in the dance party. The main entertainment activities here are: eating cakes, playing with dolls, and bragging about how awesome your dad is.

Glancing at the boy on the right who was trying to use playing cards as throwing knives, Joey shivered and looked pitifully at the waiter beside him.

"Well... can I go somewhere else?"

The waiter was unmoved: "Sorry, Master Joey, Your Highness asked me to take you here to rest."

"But I don't need to rest."

"You need it." The waiter squinted at him, "Your Highness said you need it, so you need it."

Joey: "........."

Joey realized that he really messed up tonight, but he really didn't understand what went wrong just now.

It is clear that Vincent is attracted to the protagonist's sweet milk-flavored pheromone many times in the original work, but why is he disgusted by the other party for his low taste when he uses a similar perfume.

Could it be that there is something special about the taste of pheromones?

Joey couldn't help sniffing.

It's a pity that he is not old enough to clearly distinguish the difference between pheromone and perfume.

However, in my impression, the general's wife has always had a faint fragrance, which is indeed different from the strong artificial sweet fragrance on her body.

Hey.

Joey tore off the little bow tie irritably, and rolled up his sleeves by the way to let the smell off his body.

He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't do anything, so he simply gave up on himself and stuffed cakes into his mouth desperately.

It seems that the dance will be held until twelve o'clock...

Looking at the still energetic general and his wife dancing in the hall, Joey had a headache.Naturally, he couldn't go home by himself, so how should he spend the next few hours.

Just as he was thinking, a few older children also sat in the fruit drink area not far away.

Unlike the crazy children, these few are obviously of the age of "socializing", but for some reason, they are sitting here with a lack of interest.

Joey was a little curious, which made him couldn't help pricking up his ears and secretly listening to the conversation of those people.After hearing a few words, he probably guessed the reason.

"Hey, I messed up again... I never thought that chatting would be so difficult. When I go back, my mother must criticize me..."

"Okay, okay, who told us that we are not good at socializing?"

"Yeah, I feel a headache when I think of countless dances like this in the future..."

Joey ate the cake and thought for a while: So, are these people the social terrors in this world?

Looking around the ballroom, Joey found that not everyone was shining in social situations, but there were still quite a few people who were clearly supporting themselves, with stiff smiles.

This appearance reminded Joey of his previous team building scene in the company. He himself is considered to be a nerd. Rather than having dinner and singing, he would rather invite a few friends to play games and play board games.

Thinking of the happy life in the past, Joey sighed lightly.There are too few entertainment activities in this world, and there is no chance to pass the time by swiping your mobile phone, otherwise their nerdy attributes would be...

and many more!

Suddenly, Joey thought of a game that can pass the time without the need for electronic equipment.

He stared at the boy playing poker knives with malicious intent, and the boy looked at him warily: "...what are you doing?"

Joey: "Kid, can you put your playing cards..."

Boy: "Who are you calling a kid? I'm older than you, so call me brother!"

Joey: "..."

Joey: "Okay, brother, can you lend me your playing cards?"

The boy's face was full of vigilance: "...what do you want to do?"

doing what?

Joey raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Of course I'm taking you to play something different~"

……

Outside the balcony of the ballroom, Vincent leaned against the carved fence and let out a long sigh of relief that he had finally finished tonight's greetings.

He raised his eyes and looked not far away.

In the ball hall a few meters away, noble men and women in fine attire were still talking and laughing happily while holding champagne glasses. The elegant waltz steps made the night lively--in stark contrast to the desertedness on the terrace, as if two different worlds.

"Your Highness."

An attendant came over with a respectful expression.

"Mr. Lyon said, I hope you can choose one of the Miss Omega masters who came today..."

"--I know."

Vincent interrupted the aide.

There was a hint of impatience in his eyes, but his good self-cultivation prevented him from venting the boredom in his heart to irrelevant servants. Vincent could only suppress the boredom, and whispered: "Go and tell him, later I'll find him."

"Okay, Your Highness."

The attendant bowed and left with gratitude in his eyes.Before leaving, he couldn't help but secretly glanced at the young Highness.

Unlike his usual image of always being excellent and noble, Vincent standing alone on the terrace at this moment looks a bit lonely, which reminds people of the acclaimed prince in front of him, but he is just a 16-year-old teenagers.

...Hey, Your Highness is still too lonely.

The attendant thought so, and sighed lightly.

However, this situation may change. If there is no accident, His Highness will choose a partner with whom he will spend his life together in the future tonight.With such a person, maybe there will be a ray of light in His Highness's lonely world.

Thinking about it this way, the attendant felt a lot more relaxed.He retreated quietly, and the terrace returned to calm again.

But Vincent knew that this peace would not last long, and he had a task tonight.

However, even the idea of ​​just taking a break here could not be realized, and a burst of laughter that obviously had nothing to do with nobility and elegance invaded the night, breaking the calm on the terrace.

……what happened?

Vincent frowned and looked, even at a lively dance party, such a presumptuous voice was rarely seen.

I saw a group of children of different ages sitting on the sofa by the glass window near the terrace, as if they were playing a card game.

Due to the angle of view, Vincent cannot be seen from the perspective of the group of children; Vincent can see them clearly.Moreover, he saw at a glance that the leader seemed to be the brat who pestered him just now.

The kid seems to be called Joey.

Vincent still remembered his name.

He was very impressed with this kid. After all, there are not many people who can leave a bad impression on him. Most people will pretend to be their best side in front of him, and this omega named Joey is really clumsy. Gotta give him a little headache.

Vincent could still clearly recall the scene of the boy pulling at the corner of his clothes, blushing and asking, "Do you think I'm interesting?"

In fact, it's quite interesting. It's obviously full of anxiety, but because of its identity, it can only restrain itself, like a kitten who wants to steal dried fish but is afraid that its owner will find out.

If he were asked to answer now, he might nod his head and admit it—well, it's kind of interesting.

After all, compared to the cautious compliments from the people around him, the kid's poor strike-up skills, unflattering taste, and the special ability that looked more like a street performer really made Vincent feel that this dance party finally had something different. same thing.

But it's just not boring.

The strict self-cultivation and education since he was a child made it impossible for Vincent to agree with the child's grandstanding behavior under the watchful eyes of the public.

...So, what was the kid trying to get his attention for?

That kind of child whose glands are not fully developed should not have a good impression of him.

Vincent couldn't figure it out.

But he didn't think too much about it. At the moment, the boy's sly smile and round cat eyes in the fruit drink area attracted his attention.

It is completely different from the cautiousness when trying to strike up a conversation just now. At this moment, the boy looks like a kitten thrown on the flannelette, completely unrestrained; even the well-matched bow tie is thrown aside, and the sleeves are rolled up. He is a wild child who is so happy on the side of the road.

The boy's full of vitality and bright smile made Vincent a little dazed: So, this is what the boy really looks like?

Vincent admitted that he was a little drawn.

Now he is not only curious about what the child is thinking, but also wants to know what the child has done so that a large group of young masters and ladies can get together obediently.