Dragon Clan: Avoid the College Entrance Examination to Slay the Dragon

Chapter 42 Anbo Hall

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Gu Yi frowned, staring at the friend request notifications that kept flashing on his phone screen. Verification messages for various profile pictures kept refreshing like a tide. The fluorescent blue light reflected in his eyes, making his originally cold face look even paler.

Amid the click of the door lock, Finkel squeezed in through the crack holding a bunch of colorful packaging bags. "Look at these!" He proudly shook the paper bags printed with the dessert shop's logo. "French foie gras, Belgian truffle chocolate, and matcha daifuku flown in from Tokyo! Senior Brother is good to you!"

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar. Gu Yi's knuckles pressed just below his Adam's apple. "Explain to me, how did my and my senior's personal information get leaked so completely?"

"God knows!" Finger's Adam's apple slid against his palm with difficulty. "Many schoolgirls are blocking me with snacks and desserts! They can't get away if I don't give them away! And this is just a sugar-coated bullet. The three of us can eat the sugar coating and shoot the bullet back, right?"

Gu Yi laughed in anger, "Should I thank you?"

"Junior brother! You shouldn't blame me for leaking your personal information! Everyone in this school has special skills. Instead of letting them actively dig up your past, why don't I be the source of your information? That way, we'll be five times stronger. I'll benefit from them, and you can maintain your image as a great and upright person."

"According to you, this is a good thing?"

"Of course!" Finger patted his chest. "Seriously, Junior Brother, it's time for you to find a love life. Three female students have invited you to a candlelight dinner. Would you consider it?"

"boom!"

Finger slumped into the light yellow lazy sofa, holding his red forehead. He thrashed around like a stranded fish. "Murder! Brother, this head is very important! If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it. Why are you hitting me?"

Gu Yi was too lazy to pay attention to this drama queen. He looked at Chu Zihang who was quietly wiping his bamboo sword and said, "Brother, Lancelot's attitude at the training ground today, is he dissatisfied with you?"

Chu Zihang said calmly: "The president reserved me as vice chairman in advance, so he might be a little dissatisfied."

"A freshman becomes vice-chairman? Doesn't the Lionheart Club value seniority the most?" Gu Yi raised his eyebrows.

Messy blond hair peeked out from the cracks in the sofa. Fingel rubbed his red forehead and grinned, "It's simple. Bloodline rating A+, perfect scores on the practical tests, and the key is that expressionless face. This cold and austere temperament perfectly matches the classical style of the Lionheart Society! It would be unreasonable not to choose him as vice president."

Chu Zihang shook his head, "I don't know what the president is considering."

Gu Yi was about to respond when Finger suddenly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and rushed between the two of them. "By the way! Caesar wants to invite you to the buffet at Amber Hall tonight."

He hooked his left hand around Gu Yi's shoulder and tried to pat Chu Zihang with his right hand, but Chu Zihang dodged it calmly. "Are you guys going? Caesar has to give you this favor!"

Gu Yi paused as he tapped the screen of his phone. "He and I have no connection. Why did he invite me?"

"That's why we have to meet! Heroes need to meet heroes, and good men need to meet good men."

"How much benefit did Caesar give you?" Gu Yi stared at Finkel. This guy was trying so hard to pull him in, so there must be something profitable for him.

"Help me clear the debt on my student card." Finkel said pitifully.

Chu Zihang sheathed his sword and said, "The Lionheart Club and the Student Union have different philosophies, so I don't need it."

"Stop it, Junior Brother with facial paralysis!"

Finkel wailed and turned to Gu Yi, "At least come with me? I heard Caesar hired a three-star Michelin chef, and the foie gras is freshly flown in from Burgundy!" He took out his phone and swiped through the menu, "Look at the thickness of this caramel pudding, look at the marbling pattern on the Wagyu beef! Just go! Can you really bear to let my brother suffer the fear of being harassed for debts?"

Gu Yi glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and asked, "What does Caesar want me to do?"

"It's a freshman social! You charmed his lace dance troupe in today's combat class, so the vice president has to meet you, right?"

"Well, it just so happens that I want to meet him too."

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Slanting raindrops wove a flowing silver web across the Amber Hall. Black-clad waiters, armed with silver detectors, checked each invitation one by one. Rain-wilted rose petals lay scattered on the wet marble steps. News staff members, carrying cameras and cameras, hid under the dark green awning, their lens covers clung to tiny drops of water.

Gu Yi, holding a black umbrella in his left hand, tugged at the collar of his starched shirt. The umbrella ribs sliced ​​through the rain curtain. The blond man beside him, his messy hair slicked back, a rare sight, though the slanting rain still dampened a few strands at his temples. His tailored suit perfectly hugged his inverted triangle figure, and the dark-patterned lapel pin on his collarbone shone a subtle silver light. If it weren't for his signature quivering gray eyebrows, Gu Yi would hardly have recognized the good-for-nothing who used to eat instant noodles in his dorm room, picking his feet.

"Where did you dig out this suit?"

"This is my senior brother's heirloom!" Finger smiled proudly as he twirled the umbrella handle with one hand. "If it weren't for supporting you, I wouldn't be willing to wear it. Don't worry, I'll cover all the social occasions for you later!"

Gu Yi rolled his eyes and followed Finkel towards the main entrance.

"Watch the road."

Finger nudged him with his elbow, the clashing umbrellas sending up a shower of water, and he jerked his chin toward the sides of the red carpet. Spotlights suddenly burst forth like a torrential downpour, casting a hazy halo through the rain. Gu Yi was startled to realize he was exposed before over twenty cameras. Amidst the crackling sound of the rain and the creaking click of shutters, the girls' excited gasps echoed.

"Damn it, is this a buffet or the Cannes red carpet?" He lowered the umbrella a little and asked in a low voice.

Finger was making a rock gesture to the camera. Upon hearing this, he put his arm around his shoulders and laughed: "Relax, Junior Brother, you're S-rank!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter pushed open the door. A waterfall of light from the crystal chandelier poured down, burning a dazzling afterimage on Gu Yi's retina. He instinctively raised his hand to shield it, but saw that Finger had already closed his umbrella and turned away. The remaining raindrops on the umbrella created tiny rainbow patterns in the waterfall of light.

Gu Yi followed him into the front hall, where lace folding fans and gilded business cards rained down on him like snowflakes. The scion of French nobility, the heir of German kendo, the daughter of a Wall Street investment banker, her colorful contact lenses shone eerily under the lamplight, making him look like a lost sailor who had stumbled into a sirens' lair.

"Fingal!" He gritted his teeth and turned, only to see the silver-gray figure lunging at the buffet table with the force of a hungry tiger. On the neck of the ice swan, Final held a caviar tower in his left hand, his right arm sweeping across half a dozen macarons, his cheeks bulging like a hamster hoarding food. He no longer had the slightest trace of the gentleman he had been.

"Student Gu, I watched your sparring video yesterday. You're amazing!"

"Can we exchange class schedules?"

"Gu Yi, can we talk after the banquet?"

"On behalf of my family..."

Business cards, lace gloves and jeweled manicures were intertwined in front of him, and Gu Yi had a headache. He was betrayed by Finkel, and now he didn't even know who to reply to first.

"Please allow me to talk to Gu Yi alone."

The bass vibrated like a cello's G string, and the noise receded like a tide. The crowd spontaneously split open the passageway, and César Gattuso stood directly beneath the four-tiered crystal chandelier, like a king caught in the light of fate. His long golden hair cascaded down the back of his tailored suit, and his ocean-blue eyes reflected the glitz of the entire banquet hall.

"I was supposed to deliver the invitation myself," Caesar said, strolling over. "But Finkel said that in your country, important invitations must be delivered by acquaintances out of respect."

Gu Yi stared at Caesar and suddenly laughed out loud: "He lied to you. We don't have this tradition."

Caesar raised his eyebrows slightly. "Looks like I need to catch up on my Chinese culture lessons. Please follow me. We can talk in a quiet place."

The banquet hall erupted in commotion once again. The crowd retreated to the sides, and Gu Yi could clearly hear fragments of phrases like "Both are so handsome" and "Bloodline advantage." Caesar ascended the dark red-carpeted spiral staircase, and Gu Yi followed him to the third floor. After pushing open the ordinary wooden door, Gu Yi noticed a leftover pizza box on the small round table inside the room, a grotesque contrast to the scene outside.

"Want a drink?" Caesar pulled out a misty porcelain bottle from the temperature-controlled wine cabinet. "Don't you Chinese people value 'fine wine in a luminous glass'?"

Gu Yi shook his head, "I don't like the taste of red wine."

"Is that so?" Caesar was a little surprised. "Maybe you can't stand the taste of tannins."

He suddenly flipped his wrist, and the wine drew a silver arc in the air, falling precisely into the glass. "But the tannin content is negligible. Try it."

Gu Yi took a sip and raised his eyebrows. "It has a bit of peach flavor, but I still don't like it. It would be better if I add something else."

"It seems like you and I will have a lot in common. The first time I drank it, I added half a can of Sprite to it." Caesar threw himself onto the velvet sofa and casually put his long legs on the coffee table.

Gu Yi sat down and said, "Just tell me, what do you want from me, a freshman?"

"There's no particular reason, actually. I just thought we should get to know each other formally. After all, we worked well together in Principal Ange's class."

"It seems that we are all curious people." Gu Yi put down his wine glass.

"Yes, we are all curious about the unknown, even if it is the dragon clan."

"It seems that I made a good first impression on the Vice Chairman?"

"I always believe in first impressions," Caesar stared at Gu Yi, "When I saw you late for class, I felt that we could become friends."

Gu Yi's fingers that were turning the wine glass paused slightly, and ripples appeared in his amber eyes.

“I have few friends.”

"me too."

"You're the vice president of the student union." Gu Yi deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last three words. "How could you possibly have so few friends?"

Caesar chuckled, "I'm the vice president of the student union, but I'm not a friend of the student union members."

"I heard that you won't be the vice chairman soon." Gu Yi spun the goblet, "but the chairman."

Caesar raised his head and drank the wine in his glass. "To be more precise, I'm the acting chairman. The original chairman will be transferred to the executive department, and I will take over next week."

"Is that so?" Gu Yi suddenly realized, "But you deserve it. I saw your battle plan for the free day on the Night's Watch forum. It was a very clever layout. The Lionheart Club lost from the start."

Caesar chuckled. "Thank you for the compliment. You're much easier to get along with than I thought. Before coming here, I was even prepared to hear you say something like, 'I can destroy the entire Lionheart Society in a day.'"

"I'm not that stupid." Gu Yi sank back into the shadow of the sofa. "By the way, you're easier to get along with than I thought."

Caesar raised his glass. "So, what do you think I am? A conceited playboy? An arrogant tyrant?"

Their eyes met mid-air, and they laughed at the same time. Just then, the waltz downstairs changed into a jazz drumbeat, making the plate armor in the corners hum.

"By the way, Gattuso..."

"Caesar." The blond nobleman corrected him, "Just call me Caesar from now on."

"Is your Chinese teacher from Henan, China?"

Caesar paused delicately as he raised his glass. "How did you know?"

"Accent, you always speak Chinese with a Henan accent." He suddenly switched to an eastern Henan accent, "Does your teacher always say 'zhong bu zhong'?
Caesar thought for a moment, "He does like to use this catchphrase."

Before he could finish his words, the shriek of tires scraping against marble pierced the rain. Caesar suddenly stood up, sending the velvet curtains billowing like waves. In the square, a fiery red sports car was drifting in a perfect arc, and through the rain came a girl's unbridled laughter:

"Chicago! I'm going to Chicago now! Anybody want to go with me?"

The torrential rain had turned her wine-red hair into a dark satin, and her soaked black slip dress clung to her skin, outlining her breathtaking curves. Her pupils, illuminated by the car lights, took on a strange crimson hue, like rubies dipped in ice wine, radiating a frighteningly sharp light.

Gu Yi saw Caesar's knuckles gripping the curtains suddenly tighten, and the heat surging in his deep blue pupils almost melted through the glass.

"Sorry." Caesar's voice suddenly became hoarse, "I can't have a drink with you tonight. I have more important things to do now."

Before Gu Yi could speak, the blond nobleman suddenly turned around and bumped into the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moment the tempered glass shattered, it was like a waterfall of ice crystals flowing backwards, billions of broken diamonds cascading down in a chilling storm. As he fell, he pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired three shots into the night sky, freezing everyone who was reaching for the sports car in their tracks.

"Catch me!" His roar was mixed with the sound of glass.

The girl with burgundy hair swerved the steering wheel, sending the Ferrari slicing a flaming arc across the rain-soaked road. As the convertible's roof barely passed over the falling Caesar, the boy precisely grasped the leather headrest and leaped into the passenger seat.

"Who are you?" The girl glanced at the boy who was fastening his seat belt.

"Caesar Gattuso, the co-pilot you asked for."

"Why did you jump out the window?"

"To be the first to sit in your passenger seat."

"What about the gunfire?"

"To be the first to sit in your passenger seat."

"I like your answer."

The girl stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the tires rolled over the accumulated water, splashing a three-meter-high water curtain, soaking a dozen playboys who were about to rush out.

As the sports car rolled through the rose garden, Chen Motong suddenly turned her head. She saw the fiery heat surging in Caesar's pupils finally break through the ice and transform into a lava-like golden light flowing in his eyes.

I am fw. I wrote more than a dozen versions of this last paragraph, but none of them achieved the desired effect.
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