I am straight!

Lifting his chin lightly, from my angle, I could just see the sarcasm in his eyes, he nodded: "Okay, what reward do you want?"

"...Is this all you have in your head, young master?" I black line, I'm not a money worshiper, okay?

"Then what do you want?" He frowned, and before I could speak, he said again: "If you need status, I can let you be my servant."

"..." I was angry, and knocked over with a chestnut.

So the kid suffered from pain, hugged his head and stared at me with tears in his eyes.

Being looked at with tears in such beautiful eyes, anyone would be soft-hearted, so I confessed, reached out to help him rub his forehead, and continued: "It has nothing to do with the reward, I mean, shouldn't we introduce ourselves? I roommate?"

He patted my hand away again, looked at me like a monster, and after a while, he said reluctantly, "...my name is Ambrose Warlund..."

"how old are you?"

"……fifteen."

"I thought you were only 13 years old..." Unexpectedly, you are already 15 years old, only two years younger than me, so you can't tell at all.

The kid frowned: "It's 15 years old."

He emphasizes age.

"I am the chord, the harmony of the harmony, the string of the string." I helped the little ghost tuck up the quilt before continuing: "You can just call me Axian. As for you... er... your name is too long. It's troublesome to get up."

He frowned: "You can call me by my last name, we haven't gotten to know each other well enough that you can call me by my first name..."

"Don't say that, we already know each other, and we will get to know each other soon, can I call you An?"

"you……"

"Since you agree, then it's settled!"

I saw the corner of the kid's eyes twitch, so I was even happier.

Well, I admit it, I did it on purpose.

I don't know why, but when I saw this kid's serious and disdainful face, I wanted to get angry with him.

Seeing his face change, I feel a sense of accomplishment-I think maybe I am a hidden pervert.

The kid glared at me fiercely, lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, I quickly held him down.

"Don't get up, you had a high fever last night, you should be sore all over now?"

The kid looked at me and didn't refute my words.

"Are you hungry? You didn't eat all day yesterday. I'm going to buy food for you now. You wait for me here and I'll be right back." I stroked the soft black hair on the kid's head, deliberately Make a mess.

"... Huh, who wants you to be troublesome." The kid was stunned for a moment, then moved his head away from my hand, curled his lips in disdain, took out a small and exquisite ultra-thin mobile phone from under the pillow, and pressed a few keys , moved it to his mouth, and only said one sentence: "Bring me breakfast within 10 minutes."

"...It really is the young master." Not even knowing how to take care of myself, I grabbed his mobile phone and said into the microphone, "Well, your young master had a fever yesterday, remember to make it light, porridge or something like that is better."

"Hmph, hypocrisy."

...Why do I become hypocritical when I say a few words with good intentions...Forget it.

I sighed and stood up: "It seems that you don't need me either, so I'll go first."

He snorted coldly and didn't speak.

"You have breakfast, but I don't. I don't want to be hungry, so I have to go to the cafeteria now...see you later."

He snorted again and remained silent.

...What an unlovable, dead brat.

I suppressed the urge to give him another shudder and left his room.

His suitcase was still in the entrance. After much deliberation, I moved his suitcase and laptop to the coffee table in the living room—it was more conspicuous, and it was not a lonely suitcase, and it looked more comfortable. .

After finishing these things, I went out to the cafeteria—but I didn't expect that I couldn't escape the "little master" or "big master" in the cafeteria, a gathering place for civilians.

It was a pair of twins, they looked exactly the same, although I carefully identified them from their faces, but I couldn't identify the difference - they both had short chestnut hair, beautiful brownish red pupils, more westernized, and looked She is of mixed race, but the oriental ancestry probably accounts for more, so the face is still the face of the oriental, but it is deeper and more beautiful than ordinary people.

...Could it be that because he is the eldest young master, he eats well and sleeps well every day, so he is raised to be juicy and beautiful?

I made a reference to the third-year telegraph pole senior and the sick kid next door to me, and then looked at the two beautiful twins in front of me who were exactly the same, even with similar small movements, and felt very unwilling.

If I can eat well and sleep well so I don’t have to work and stay up late... can I also be a handsome guy...

Then I took a look at my natural aptitude...ha...haha...hahaha...Forget it, appearance and everything are just clouds, what's the use of being handsome!I can't get more points in the test!

The two young masters in front of me were quite polite, at least they didn't jump in line, they were queuing obediently.

But what I said confuses me.

Twin A stared at the people in front of the queue with the expression of bumpkins entering the village: "It's such a long line... So there are so many poor people in the world!"

My black line, I almost blurted out 'Hey!It's not that we are poor!It's you who are rich and less, okay! 'Swallow it in your stomach.

Twin B agreed solemnly: "Ah, such a huge number, what if the earth is squeezed and exploded?"

Don't bother you to worry about it, it hasn't been squeezed out for so many years, and it won't happen in the future.

Twin A looked around, and then pointed to a person in the line next to him in surprise: "Hey, look, what is that person wearing?!"

what? What?Is that person dressed strangely?Very normal yellow navel T-shirt?

Twin B's eyes lit up: "This, such a tasteless and strange design, coupled with the strange matching of the owner, looks like a frog wearing a dazzling golden swimming ring... Interesting!"

Is that a compliment?Is that really a compliment?There are also people who wear normal clothes!People are just a little bit fatter!Also, pointing at others so loudly and without hiding it, what's more, your voice is too loud, you are almost crying if you don't see it!

Twin A asks Twin B for advice: "Shall we ask him to take his clothes off for us to study?"

Research?What exactly do you want to study!And I said that people wear very normal clothes, okay?It's you who are abnormal, please!

Twin B nodded: "Of course! Such interesting clothes are not seen every day! Jiaguang!

Jiaguang?

I was wondering, but found that after a gust of wind, a man who looked like a butler appeared in front of me—teleportation? !

Twins A and B ordered in unison with a tacit understanding: "I want the clothes on that person, go get them!"

The middle-aged man in a black suit smiled and bowed: "Yes, master,"

...Ah, is it really the young masters?What they said was 'go and get it', feeling that they think that as long as they like something, they just need to get it?Don't even need to give money?

...the wicked rich.

I feel that if I continue to stay in this academy, within a month, I will have a hatred for the rich...

After the episode, I ignored the twins' weird words and behaviors, and followed the flow of people to the front dining window.

The flow of the team is very fast, and soon it will be the turn of twins A and B, and then I heard them two nervously discussing how to cook.

Honestly I don't really know what's the point of discussing this... but apparently they think this topic is very serious and worthy of research.

Twin A frowned with well-shaped eyebrows and asked twin B seriously: "Do you think we should use honorific language? I heard that if you don't use honorific language to talk to the aunt who cooks rice, you will eat something mixed with flies and food." Terrible hellish cuisine of earthworms..."

Twin B shook his head blankly, and then said solemnly: "Although I don't know whether to use honorifics, I heard that you have to swipe your card when you eat in the cafeteria..."

Twin A nodded thoughtfully: "Don't worry about this, we have bank cards anyway..."

Twin B had a look of resentment: "Idiot, have you ever seen a bank card used to eat in the cafeteria!?"

Twin A was terrified: "What?! Is there still a place in the world where credit cards cannot be swiped?!"

Twin B nodded seriously: "I also find this strange...but come to the cafeteria to experience civilian life, of course you must do your best! So I bought a meal card from the staff here."

Twin A also nodded: "It's better for you to be considerate."

The boy named Lu gritted his teeth: "No, Gui! The biggest crisis is not here!"

Gui also made a surprised and puzzled expression: "What is that?"

"It's about how we should order!"

"...You're right!" Ji seemed to suddenly realize: "We know how to match Western food, Chinese food, Italian food and various food...but..."

"Yes!" Lu stared at the window in front of him, as if facing an enemy: "This kind of place is like a hodgepodge! I don't know how to match it to be the most delicious!"

Gui Yeyong stared at the cooking window: "If you don't match it well, won't you be laughed at?!"

So the two of them hugged each other and looked at the aunt who was cooking in front of her with a death-defying expression. In the end, Lu bit the bullet, handed out the meal card in his hand, and said—"Please give us the staple food recommended by the chef today!"

...I swear I saw the veins popping up on Dafan Dama's forehead.

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