"I am looking forward to the performance of the freshman. If he can really become the first 'S' class student I met during my school days, then I will hand him the olive branch of the student union. An 'S' class student, I think he is qualified to compete with me for the president of the Student union." When Caesar typed these two sentences in the reply column, he stared at the flashing cursor on the screen and thought for a while, then pressed bakspae to delete the second sentence after the end of the olive branch, and finally replied to the previous sentence.

After he finished, he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering if he had been too sensitive recently and had been under too much pressure. It seemed that he was not as arrogant as he had imagined before entering school. Even the heirs of the Gattuso family would be nervous about the current competition.

After betting and replying to the message, Caesar's message followed many replies, all of which were praise and admiration of his challenge spirit by his fans and supporters. After reading a few monotonous replies, he felt a little bored, so he turned off the post and turned on the backstage music player to order "Offio".

The aria opera sounded in the dormitory of the Norton Pavilion. After "Offio" was staged in the Florence Opera House, the famous Italian opera admirer and critic praised the opera itself for its excitement, intelligence, humanity, and a bold music.

Caesar accidentally read the article commenting on opera by critics, so he felt that the opera that fits the soul is very suitable for himself and naturally fell in love with this song.

Caesar's boldness is not a self-proclaimed person. Many people's first impression of him was boldness. His first words when he entered school last year were "You can challenge me, but I'm ready to laugh at you."

Although many students revealed Gattuso's prominent and authoritative background, the Cassel Academy was rich in madmen and geniuses, so some people still challenged the Gattuso emperor without belief, but they all lost to Caesar without exception.

Whether it is swimming, horse racing, free fighting, sports, chess, musical instruments, and cultural knowledge, Caesar is proficient in all. The guide to the training of the Gattuso family tells the students of Cassel Academy what a monster that is born genius and hard-working. The name of this monster is Caesar Gattuso.

But after defeating the challengers, Caesar did not laugh at them as he said before, but instead extended his hand to the losers and said without hesitation: You are actually very excellent, but it’s a pity that you met me, but I believe that you have the potential to be better or may surpass me. I am looking forward to that day, so that I will have new challenges.

The resentful people who said something were convinced and moved by the sea blue eyes. According to unreliable news, there were even boys with softer personalities who looked up at Caesar with the sun, which was brighter than the sun, claiming that they had realized the "love beyond gender". So they spontaneously created the Caesar fan club. The nature of the fan club is between star-chasing and fellow-friendly clubs. They can always be seen around the Norton Pavilion. I don't know whether they want to ask Caesar for autographs or ask for a handshake.

In just half a semester, Caesar was known as the "emperor-like man". He was ready to accept the challenge and prepare for the people who challenged him at any time. What he was preparing to challenge now is the title of the Student Union. In fact, he was preparing to join the Lionheart Club at the beginning, but after the president of the Lionheart Club met him, he gave up. The original words were that he could not accept the overly serious system.

If the student union was prosperous ancient Rome, then the Lionheart was the ancient one. The entertainment was only chess and drinking tea. He was Italian, not French. He wanted to take a bath and drink wine in the Roman bathhouse with towering marble columns than brewing tea and playing chess.

Some people criticized Caesar for being too strict in the organizational requirements of the Lionheart Association, so he chose the student union in a second. However, the first sentence Caesar said when he joined the student union and expressed his intention to compete with the president was slapped in the face.

His original words were: Actually, I originally wanted to join the Lionheart Club, but the Lionheart Club did not conform to my aesthetic, so I am standing here now. Now I am a member of the Student Union, so I have the obligation to lead the Student Union to become the number one club in the college, because the club where I, Caesar Gattuso, can only be the number one club. I don’t like the Lionheart Club, so I’m sorry that I can only let him give up the first place.

At that time, Caesar on the podium was as domineering as the emperor. The words he said became the political intention of running for president, but it was several times better than those carefully written and sentence-forming speeches because he gave a speech without a manuscript. If it was really a presidential campaign at that time, maybe Caesar would not be sitting in the Norton Pavilion but in the White House, because he knew that Americans could accept that their president was actually an Italian.

Caesar Gattuso, who was domineering on the surface, was a perfect person in the eyes of the members of the student union and the onlookers. Confidence is like oil being mined in others, but confidence in him has become an ocean, mysterious, profound, and inexhaustible, just as charming as his sea-blue eyes.

But in fact, only Caesar himself knew what he thought. Just like now, the words originally typed on the screen were still words of turtle hair, looking at whether there were any typos, the sentence meaning was wrong, etc. In the end, he felt that it was inappropriate and deleted some.

He is indeed confident, but sometimes he is really unsure. His confidence lies in the fact that no matter what the situation is, he first accepts the challenge and then looks at the rules of the game. This leads to his sometimes speaking but his brain. Before the freshman said that he was going to join the student union, he just said he would accept the challenge. Doesn’t this mean that he is guilty and has excess self-awareness?

It seems that running for the president of the student is indeed a bit stressful for him. Cassel College is not the University of Chicago. A group of mixed-race elites are always rampant in places where geniuses gather, and the student union is no exception. The current various things about the president of the election have given him a headache. Now there is a rumor that he is expected to be a new student of the ‘S’ level, and he will inevitably become more sensitive.

Caesar pinched his eyebrows and looked at the red posts on the screen that were topped by the Nightwatch Forum. Now the post replies have exceeded 3,000, and various water and discussions are constantly browsing the floor. The college’s talk after dinner is good. Now I have caught someone who must be talking to death. I believe that if the freshman has come into contact with the school forum, he will definitely be under great pressure to see these posts.

But it is obvious that for a while, public opinion will not lead him to the president of the Student Union, which makes him much more relaxed. Being focused on his eyes is not a bad thing, but the pressure is always inseparable. Just like when he used the account "Dick Tweed" to ask what to eat at lunch on the forum, he could even misunderstand Caesar's view on the hypothesis that "the Lionheart and the Student Union in the academy are in a tit-for-tat situation and whether there are third-party forces that will seize power and become a three-party stalemate."

It was time to build a trumpet, and Caesar sighed and rubbed his gold-like hair and thought.

He logged out of the account of "Dick Tweeddo" and clicked to create a new account. He hesitated for a moment in the ID column, and finally typed "Sonic", pressed the mouse and clicked OK to create, and the page jumped on the computer screen.

[Welcome to join the Nightwatch Forum for 3 seconds and will return to the previous page. If there is no response, please click to jump manually]

In the dormitory of 303 in District 1, Lin Nian waited for 3 seconds. The second-hand notebook I bought before going abroad looked quite reliable and there was no big lag. After 3 seconds, the forum page automatically jumped to the homepage, and the login situation in the upper right corner had been refreshed.

His ID in the Night Watch Forum is called "Nian Beast", which is a very strange name, but there are many more strange names in the forum.

In less than a few seconds, Lin Nian received a backend reminder that there was a new friend application. Finger, who was on the bunk, unexpectedly said: "Nian Beast? What does this ID mean?"

"It has no meaning." Lin Nian from the lower bunk said.

The dormitories of the freshmen in the academy were all assigned by Norma microcomputer. Surprisingly, Finger was actually his roommate. The 303 dormitory he was assigned was the dormitory where Finger was located. Perhaps when Finger led Lin Nian to stand at the door of Door 303, he realized that Norma actually assigned them to each other.

It is indeed a coincidence that I met during the day and lived together at night, but it seems that it is not surprising to think about it carefully. Half a year has passed since the start of school season, and the dormitory of the first-year freshmen has been allocated. The remaining space for the most empty shops is undoubtedly the senior dormitory for internships.

He is the only one in the dormitory of Finger, the chance of Lin Nian being assigned will naturally be greatly improved. Maybe Norma consciously wanted Finger, a ten-year-old student, to take care of the underage freshman, to be assigned in this way.

"Senior Brother Finger, how did you add me? I haven't told you my ID yet." Lin Nian, who was lying on the bed, holding his notebook.

Finger, who was lying on the upper bunk, opened a bottle of Coke and said, "Your brother, I have the authority to be an administrator forum. Now that the school season has passed, the number of registrations for the forum is very small. I just checked the newly registered account in the backstage and found it. In the past hour, I have registered two new accounts. One is your other called 'Sonic'. It should be a small account opened by a senior year. Who doesn't have two or three small accounts in his hands these days?"

"I don't have it," Lin Nian said.

"Your junior brother, it's boring to argue." Finger said: "You should always have things like small entries. For example, if you want to secretly follow a beautiful senior or junior's account and not be discovered, the effect of small entries will appear."

"Oh." Lin Nian said.

The dormitory became quiet. After a while, Finger suddenly hung down from the upper bunk and poked out his head and stared at Lin Nian on the bed and said, "Junior brother, don't you be angry with me, right?"

"Are you talking about gambling?" Lin Nian stopped and fiddled with his laptop and looked at Finger, who was like a hanged ghost, and said, "I'm not angry. Senior brother, aren't you gambling, I won? Why am I angry?"

As soon as he went to the Night Watch Forum, the blind man could notice Biao Hong's post. Lin Nian couldn't help but know that Finger had opened a plate with him and took the whole school to play gambling games.

"It's good if you're not angry. After all, I didn't expect Norma would assign you to live with me. The most terrifying thing about college is the disharmonious relationship in the dormitory." Finger patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I'm curious why senior brother, you think I have the qualifications of 'S', and I don't have confidence in myself." Lin Nian asked.

"Business secrets are not something that cannot be said." Finger said thiefly: "Young brother, do you know the enrollment process of Kassel College?"
Chapter completed!