He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

In Tang Yu's opinion, tonight's banquet was not a dance party at all; it was a blatant display of wealth!

With the meager savings he had accumulated from writing novels, he could only be considered a commoner at this ball.

This made Tang Yu, who had always considered himself to be somewhat "rich," feel a little inferior.

"Hey, junior brother, you're here! And why did you bring this good-for-nothing with you?"

Nono, who was basking in the moonlight at the door, spotted Tang Yu and Finger, this odd couple, from afar and came over to greet them.

As for why I spotted them so easily... well, it's simply because two men attending a ball together is too conspicuous.

Everyone else brings their own dance partners, and men and women come and go in pairs, but these two guys... two single dogs got together and became a pair of single dogs.

"Senior sister, stop standing there making sarcastic remarks! Please take us inside." Tang Yu's voice trembled slightly.

Standing in front of the Norton Pavilion, Tang Yu and Fingel attracted a lot of attention. Hundreds of eyes stared at him from all angles, making Tang Yu feel that his social anxiety, which was almost cured, was about to flare up again.

Fingel, on the other hand, seemed much calmer.

He smiled politely as he watched the guests enter through the gate, occasionally throwing a few flirtatious glances at the pretty girls in the crowd, which only earned him a few eye rolls in return...

Fortunately, this was a ball organized by Caesar, and everyone gave the student council president face, which prevented Fingel from being brutally beaten by a beautiful woman.

“Come with me, Caesar wants to see you! Fingel doesn’t need to come along, Caesar said he’s afraid he might not be able to resist killing you.” Nono pouted, the disdain in her red eyes almost tangible.

"Senior brother, what heinous thing have you done this time?" Tang Yu straightened his clothes and asked curiously.

“Well…” Fingel scratched his head awkwardly, “It’s just that Caesar got into a drinking contest with someone and ended up drinking under the table. It’s nothing serious, nothing serious…” Fingel repeated guiltily several times.

"Senior brother, you've lived this long, it's really because the students in the academy showed you mercy." Tang Yu was dumbfounded for a moment, surprised that Fingel, who was so good at attracting hatred, could still live for so long.

"Alright, you two stop chatting. Caesar doesn't like waiting for people for too long." Nono wrinkled her small nose, her voice unusually soft and sweet because she had drunk some wine.

Tang Yu: "..."

At this moment, Tang Yu had to admit that he was captivated by this prodigy!

With one hand holding Tang Yu and the other holding a strawberry-flavored ice cream she'd somehow gotten her hands on, Nono walked to the second floor of the Norton Pavilion.

Poor Fingel was left behind, all alone in the wind... Oh no, he wasn't disheveled at all, but rather seemed unusually excited.

Young women in evening gowns, carrying champagne glasses, strolled around the brightly lit Norton building. The warm yellow light shone on their exposed calves, creating a beautiful glow.

Fingel, like an old man from the countryside, squatted on the ground, staring with his brown-gray pupils at the youthful curves and beautiful calves of the girls coming and going, lost in his own world.

"It's simply paradise! So many beautiful legs..." Fingel exclaimed.

But no matter how good the girls here are, they can't fill the emptiness in his heart.

"My little girl, when will I be able to touch your hand again..." Fingel walked to the long table in the center of the ballroom where food was laid out, poured himself a glass of red wine, and slowly sipped it.

His smile was still as sly as ever, but deep in his eyes surged a profound sorrow as vast as the ocean.

……

The second floor of the Norton Building.

Unlike the first floor, which is filled with fragrance and extravagance, the decorations on the second floor, while equally luxurious, have a more substantial feel.

At the end of the corridor hangs a huge oil painting.

Inside the picture frame, a robust young man, as strong as a lion, is holding an apple and staring at the scene outside the frame with a smile.

His hair shone like gold, his eyes were as blue as the sky after a storm, and he had a powerful physique. Below was the signature—Caesar Gattuso.

"This painting... must have cost a lot of money! I really don't understand the world of the rich." Tang Yu muttered enviously.

"Of course, my friend! This painting was commissioned from one of the world's top artists and took nearly three years to complete. The Gattuso family paid over five million US dollars in fees alone."

At this moment, a deep and powerful voice came from beside him. Tang Yu turned his head and saw a young man standing next to him.

Golden hair, powerful muscles, deep blue eyes... it's Cesare Gattuso from the oil painting.

"Hello! Freshman Tang Yu, I am the current student council president, Caesar Gattuso. It's a pleasure to meet you." Caesar extended his hand, his sharp gaze fixed on Tang Yu.

Children who are frequently immersed in the center of power generally possess a natural, convincing aura, which is known as leadership qualities.

Tang Yu shrank his neck, reached out his hand, and gently shook hands with Caesar.

"Hello! President, my name is Tang Yu, a freshman who just enrolled... May I ask what brings you here today?"

Caesar did not answer Tang Yu's question, but instead brought up another matter, then stared intently at him.

“Yesterday afternoon, I had afternoon tea with Principal Angers. During the tea, he mentioned you several times, calling you ‘the child who can change the world.’ I just wanted to see…” Caesar paused slightly before continuing, “to see if you are truly worthy of that title.”

"Change the world? You really think too highly of me." Tang Yu smiled silently.

Although he did intend to change some sad things, it was easier said than done.

Tang Yu's current situation is similar to that of Liu Bei in the early Three Kingdoms period.

Without generals, soldiers, and strategists, having lofty ideals but lacking the power to realize them is ultimately just a mirage, a grand dream.

"The principal overestimates me, and so do you, president." After a long silence, Tang Yu said with a helpless smile.

"Is that really the case?" Caesar turned around, took out a cigar from his pocket, cut it with a cigar cutter, and slowly lit it for himself.

“Principal Angers has never misjudged anyone in his life, I believe him. Besides, your Word of Power is very useful to us, so consider joining the student council?”

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22 Masterpieces from the Equipment Department

"Thank you for your kind offer, Chairman, but I'm sorry, I've already decided to join the Lionheart Society." Tang Yu scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh?" Caesar said "oh," and stopped smoking. He asked with interest, "Can you tell me why you chose the Lionheart Society? Although they are older than us, in terms of strength, our student council is still superior to them."

"Moreover, to be honest, the Lionheart Society is full of ascetics who only know how to cultivate. Their current standard of living is still stuck in the Middle Ages. There are no banquets, no red wine, no pretty girls. Their lives are very boring."

“But we are different!” Caesar proudly raised his hands, making a gesture as if embracing the world.

"Our student council not only has a wide variety of activities, but more importantly, we also have beautiful girls! How about checking out the Lace White Dress Girls' Group?"

"Is this some kind of attempt to seduce someone after failing to win them over? I never imagined that you, Caesar, with your handsome features, would be this kind of person behind the scenes," Tang Yu thought to himself.

These are things you can only think to yourself; if you say them out loud, you'll definitely get smashed to a pulp!

The man opposite him, as strong as a lion, possessed the Word of Power: Kamaitachi. Although Kamaitachi couldn't perform much under the suppression of the Night Watchman's Word of Power: Discipline, it was still perfectly capable of hearing Tang Yu's muttered complaints.

To avoid being implicated, Tang Yu decided it was better to keep it to himself...

"There's no particular reason, it's just because the president of the Lionheart Society is my senior from high school," Tang Yu replied to Caesar's question.

"I see. Are you very familiar with Chu Zihang?"

"I guess so." Tang Yu said somewhat guiltily, "After he graduated and left the school, I even took his place on a list."

"That list is called the 'List of Those Who Deserve to Be Killed', right? This is one of Chu Zihang's few dark histories."

Caesar laughed and tossed aside his cigar, then patted Tang Yu's shoulder very hard.

"Then I respect your choice. From today onwards, we are competitors! Counting the time, there are still two months until our next Freedom Day. I look forward to your performance."

"Thank you, Chairman."

Tang Yu lowered his head guiltily, concealing his facial expression.

The champion of Freedom Day... that thing has already been decided in advance for Tang Yu, it's a promise from Angers and Mans.

Although these two old guys are sometimes unreliable, they are very dependable when it comes to serious matters.

Of course, this is something that should never be said aloud.

If this were revealed now, regardless of Caesar's reaction, Angers and Mans would definitely not let Tang Yu off the hook. The exposure of this secret would be a huge stain on their educational history.

……

Unexpectedly, Tang Yu and Caesar hit it off very well.

Caesar, who always paid great attention to etiquette, did not even show his face at tonight's banquet.

And this conversation lasted for more than two hours.

Caesar and Tang Yu finally arrived late at the banquet, appearing in the venue just as it was about to end.

Meanwhile, the banquet had ended and the ball had begun. Melodious tunes drifted through the hall of Norton House, and on the vast dance floor, elegantly dressed men and women embraced and danced gracefully.

For a moment, I felt as if I had traveled back to the Middle Ages.

"Why don't you go find a girl to dance with?" Caesar looked at Tang Yu, his tone somewhat mocking.

"President, please stop teasing me. I can't dance, and I'm only 16 years old. I don't have any thoughts about that kind of thing right now."

"So what! You can practice if you can't dance, and besides... I've been dancing with girls since I was ten years old." Caesar said these unusual words in a very calm tone.

But clearly, the timing is very wrong.

Tang Yu stared at Caesar's back, his face pale. Even he, with his slowed senses, could feel a growing sense of unease spreading, but Caesar stubbornly continued speaking.

"Um... President, I have something to do, I'll be going now! You guys chat, you guys chat..." Tang Yu said goodbye timidly, then quickly slipped away.

A crow was left behind, trailing a string of ellipses as it drifted across the sky.

"Strange, how can it run so fast?" Caesar scratched his curly blond hair in confusion, and then he saw a dark shadow on the ground.

"No...Nono, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find Tang Yu. Professor Mans is calling him!" Nono crossed her arms and looked at Caesar with amusement.

"But it seems I've overheard some incredible secret! Should I try to deny it?"

"Let me explain, Nono! It's not what you think..." At times like this, even Caesar's leadership qualities weren't very effective.

He always felt a natural fear of Nuonuo, probably the kind of fear one has when facing a wife.

Tang Yu was unaware of what happened afterward, and the members who attended the banquet all kept it a secret. Even Fingel, who was usually the most cheerful, did not dare to post about it on the Night Watchers forum.

All signs indicate that Caesar suffered considerable torment.

……

On the other side, outside the Norton House.

Mans was dressed in a black suit, with his ever-present cigar dangling from his lips. He gazed at the sky with his weathered eyes, exuding a profound aura.

"It's so late at night, and it's cloudy. What is this old man looking at? Is he trying to impress girls by being profound?" Tang Yu wondered to himself.

Luckily, Mans didn't know what Tang Yu was thinking, otherwise, tsk tsk...