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"Even if it wasn't a sneaky photo, what about my skirt? You have to compensate me, right?" The girl had also seen what was in the camera footage and said defiantly.

"Of course, the dress will naturally be paid for by Senior Finger..."

Cheng Sui looked at Fingel and met Fingel's big, watery eyes full of grievance. It was hard to imagine that a 1.88-meter-tall, burly man would make such an expression. His eyes seemed to be saying, "Junior brother, help me! I don't have a single penny."

"I'll pay for the dress myself. Just name your price, and I'll have Norma transfer it to your card later," Cheng Sui said helplessly. He was really unlucky to have run into this dog today.

"And what about my emotional distress...?"

The girl wanted to continue demanding compensation, but after meeting Cheng Sui's eyes, she obediently shut her mouth, snorted, and left, muttering something as she went.

Cheng Sui put away his Sharingan, a skill he had recently developed. It was triggered by making eye contact with the enemy to intimidate them, and could be considered a prototype of Sharingan genjutsu.

Unfortunately, Cheng Sui was wearing black contact lenses, which greatly reduced the effect. Moreover, Cheng Sui had almost no knowledge of illusion magic, so he would have to figure it out on his own if he wanted to continue developing it.

Although this skill is still under development, it is more than enough to deal with this type of girl.

Thanks to your clever intervention, Matt Kay successfully cleared his name. He thanked you and reflected that the misunderstanding must have stemmed from his lack of youthfulness. So, he shouted something like "Burn, youth!" and ran off upside down.

[Reward for completing the mission: Eight Gates Formation (first four gates)]

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"So you're saying that Caesar arranged for you to track me down? Eat slowly. You're making me wonder if Kassel College is abusing students who have extended their studies. You're acting like you haven't eaten in a month."

Cheng Sui propped her chin on one hand, looking at Fingel, who was wolfing down his hamburger across from her, with a look of suspicion on her face.

Given Caesar's personality, he would probably tell me directly to my face if there was anything, rather than letting Fingel secretly follow me.

Fingel wanted to explain, but he choked because he was eating too fast, and kept patting his chest.

"What kind of gorilla are you performing, patting your chest like that?" Cheng Sui quickly snatched the Coke in front of Fingel. "Liars don't get to drink Coke, you know. Senior Fingel, you don't want your grand, tumultuous year of repeating a year to end with choking to death, do you?"

Fingel's face turned from red to purple, and finally, probably unable to hold back any longer, he nodded repeatedly to Cheng Sui.

Cheng then handed him the Coke.

Fingel was like someone who had been lost in the desert for three days and saw a spring of water, grabbing a can of cola and gulping it down.

"I probably won't drink such delicious Coke again in my life." Fingel let out a satisfied burp, expelling the carbon dioxide from his stomach, and patted his belly contentedly.

Cheng Sui didn't respond to him, but tapped her fingertips lightly on the cafeteria table, signaling Fingel not to change the subject.

"Hey, Cheng Sui, I thought you were a pretty witty person, like the principal." Fingel smoothed his iron-gray hair. "But I didn't expect you to be so serious. I think you and Chu Zihang must get along really well, since you two don't say a word, but you start exchanging thoughts as soon as you sit face to face."

"If you keep doing this, you'll have to pay for that dress yourself," Cheng Sui said expressionlessly. "Oh, and you'll have to pay for this hamburger too."

"No, no, no, junior, please, talking about money is too hurtful to our relationship." Fingel quickly swallowed the last bit of hamburger bread. "To tell you the truth, I was actually asked by Caesar to invite you to the ball he's hosting tonight at Amber Hall."

"A ball? Why would Caesar hold a ball for no reason?" Cheng Sui pointed at Fingel's camera. "Besides, shouldn't I be bringing an invitation? What are you trying to do, bringing a camera to secretly film me?"

"Caesar, you know. I heard his family named him that hoping he would become the consul of ancient Rome, the emperor of the new era, a hybrid race. Even his sword was called 'Dictator,' which in ancient Rome meant dictator."

Fingel leaned closer to Cheng Sui and lowered his voice: "But I feel he's more like Nero, that tyrant from ancient Rome who loved opera and dance. He was a tyrant, so holding a ball is a normal thing, isn't it?"

"However, I heard that the reason Caesar is holding a ball at Amber Hall today is that he is going to confess to the junior he has been pursuing for a while, the one with red hair in freshman year."

So it turns out that these two confirmed their relationship from this point on. Thinking about it this way, Lu Mingfei is really quite pitiful.

Aside from feeling a little sorry for Lu Mingfei, Cheng Sui didn't experience any emotional fluctuations.

He didn't have much affection for Nono, and Caesar was good enough.

More importantly, Cheng Sui had read the first two parts of Dragon Raja in his previous life and knew that Nono was actually the bride chosen by the Gattuso family for Caesar.

Caesar, who prided himself on being free, never truly stepped out of the circle his family had set for him.

He ordered another Coke, and Fingel pulled a crumpled invitation from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The invitation was made of off-white cardboard with delicate gold foil patterns embossed along the edges and the iconic vine pattern of Kassel College. It had a smooth, fine texture to the touch.

The opening was sealed with red wax, which featured the student council's emblem. The raised texture created by pressing it down gave it a sense of ritual from a bygone era.

But now this luxurious and solemn invitation lies dry and crumpled on the table, like a piece of toilet paper.

"Hehe, Senior Fingel." Cheng Sui picked up the invitation and looked it over. It did indeed have his name on it. "You didn't specifically ask Caesar for this invitation so you could use it as a shield when you're trying to take pictures of me, did you?"

Despite being exposed, Fingel remained unfazed and said righteously, "Junior, it hurts me to hear you say that. I specifically asked the president for the invitation, yet you misunderstand me like this."

"So what's in your camera...?"

"Ahem, that was because I admired my junior's heroic posture and couldn't help but press the shutter."

Cheng Sui rolled her eyes and waved the invitation in front of Fingel.

"I don't know if I'll go to the banquet tonight, but thank you for the invitation. Also, don't post it randomly on the Night Watchers forum, or I'll smash your camera next time I see you." Cheng Sui casually put the invitation into his school uniform pocket and turned to walk out of the cafeteria.

"Hey, junior, don't go!" Fingel paused in his cola-drinking motion after being exposed once again, and tried to call out to Cheng Sui.

But Cheng Sui only waved goodbye to him and left without looking back.

"Junior, you haven't paid for my burger yet!"

Fingel wailed.