In the lecture theater, the eyes of both men and women fell on Fan Ning who walked in.
Some of them are curious, surprised, or want to go up and talk to themselves.
The other group of eyes, mostly boys, seemed to be more complicated, with admiration, envy, jealousy, and even a hint of vague hostility?
"Is he Carolne Van Ning?"
"There's nothing special about him? How could that be?"
"Did Miss Roy find the wrong person?"
Fan Ning couldn't hear these sounds very clearly.
He touched his face guiltily and felt that his legs were starting to weaken when he walked.
What's wrong with me??
And why are there so many people around there?
Slightly higher up in the middle row of the lecture theater, everyone gave way and a tall girl walked out of the crowd.
She should be about the same age as him, with long black hair tied up high, wearing a slim-fitting light-colored ruffled skirt and a white blouse. The coat is a gauze bright red palace cloak, and the soft skin around the neckline is covered with lace.
Trim.
The diamond luster on the "tada" high-heeled shoes reflected the white instep, and a few strands of silver tassels on the top covered the ankles, swaying slightly as she walked down the steps step by step.
As Fan Ning raised her gaze, a friendly and approachable smile appeared in her clear blue eyes. Her dignified appearance was finally tempered by a hint of girlish playfulness, but her words and deeds still retained the elegance of an aristocratic lady.
"Mr. Fan Ning, Roy says hello to you." She walked up to Fan Ning and saluted.
In the classroom, the whispers among the large crowd of onlookers became louder.
The smile in Roy's eyes and the graceful posture of the salute were like a deep, clear and cold water, drowning his admirers so much that they could hardly breathe.
"Are you really looking for him?"
"Just because he composed the "Fantasy Impromptu" last Saturday?" Someone spread their hands in disbelief.
"It's impossible. With Miss Roy's talent, appearance and status, famous artists outside are also lining up to pursue her." Someone retorted fiercely.
"Where are you thinking? You must be asking him to talk about normal things." Someone analyzed rationally.
"I also want to talk to Miss Roy about some normal things." Someone fell into fantasy.
"This is the first time I've seen her go to other grade classrooms to look for someone." Someone said in a sour tone.
"I have never seen Miss Roy greet a boy so politely." Someone said in a more sour tone.
"You mean Miss Roy is not polite?" Someone is good at finding fault.
"No, no, the key point of my sentence is 'active'." The first person hurriedly explained.
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This is the first time Fanning has "attentionally" seen Roy in real life.
Seeing the girl's tall stature, delicate face, and sweet smile, even Fan Ning, who had a relatively rich love life at school in his previous life, admitted that he was so surprised that he couldn't help but lose consciousness for a few seconds.
"Hello." Fan Ning then tried to confirm, "Is this the Roy from last time?"
It's not that Fan Ning is face-blind, it's mainly because he didn't really pay much attention to Roy before, the face of the girl in the dream was blurry, and he couldn't hear the whispers around him clearly.
However, based on the temperament of the girl in front of him and the content of the last agreement, he was about 60-70% sure, so he opened his mouth to try to confirm.
Little did he know that his words would cause the boys who were whispering around him to explode.
"This is the first time I've seen someone talk to Miss Roy in this tone."
"Good guy, can't he recognize Miss Roy?"
"I thought carefully about every word I said, but in the end I still had nothing to say. Why shouldn't he feel cool?"
Roy stretched out his white and creamy hands and handed Fan Ning a large, gold-plated hard envelope, which was sealed with fire paint, covered with a coat of arms with complex graphics, and wrapped with a circle of bright red velvet decorations.
"Mr. Fanning, this is for you."
"Thanks."
After Fan Ning reached out to take it, he felt that the people around him suddenly had a vague tendency to rush up and fight with him.
"Letter? Miss Roy sent a letter to a boy?"
"Holy crap, I damn sure saw it wrong, I must have still not woken up from the wine I drank last night." Someone collapsed and covered his face.
Fan Ning felt that the strength of the resonance of inspiration surrounding everyone could already compete with a third-level knowledgeable person like himself.
Only then did he realize how charming and famous Miss Roy McAdam was in the school.
"Miss Roy, you don't have to be so anxious." Fan Ning's tone was a bit dumbfounding.
Well, everyone made an appointment last time to meet after class...
Are you fully responsible for what happened today?
"Did I hear wrongly? He asked Miss Roy to take it easy?" Someone had already rushed forward and took a step forward, but was pulled back by the people around him.
"Technique! This may be a technique!" A boy suddenly realized at this moment, "No wonder Carolne Van Ning can get the favor of Miss Roy. I understand, I will become his teacher later."
"What is in here? What is it? What is it?" A boy turned into a cassette repeater.
Seeing this scene, Fan Ning rubbed his head with a headache.
What is it? It must be something that all of you like!
So everything you say is wrong?
Roy curled his lips, a hint of sullenness appeared on his pretty face, but this made her temperament even more impressive.
But as she glanced slightly to both sides, the people around her became much quieter.
It seems that only magic can defeat magic. Fan Ning continued to curse in his heart.
"Mr. Fanning." Roy's voice was still elegant and sweet, "Because the previous entrustment was not in the nature of a transaction, in order to show Roy's sincerity, you must be paid in advance. There is also a letter to you in my own name in the envelope.
Although Uncle Huxley has also invited you."
She blinked: "But it is appropriate for a young talent, a composer, and an intellectual to receive salon invitations from many people at the same time."
When she said the word "knowing person", she lowered her voice and blinked.
"I'm going to go to class in my grade." She finally said goodbye to Fan Ning, "There are a lot of things going on today, and I may be twenty minutes late tonight. This is why I need to report to you in advance."
"I won't give it to you." Fan Ning continued to rub his head.
Roy saluted again, and the beautiful figure disappeared at the classroom door.
"Um, classmate Carolen, the music score you agreed on last time." A girl in a white dress saw that the conversation between the two had ended, and stepped forward to speak softly.
There was a hint of shyness in her voice, as if she was the first girl he talked to after coming off the stage on Saturday afternoon.
Just as Fan Ning forced out a smile and prepared to reply, several boys and girls from different directions stepped forward and surrounded him.
"Classmate Fan Ning, I was the third one at the time. You agreed to sort it out and share it with me."
"Caron, can I also have a copy of Fantasia Impromptu?"
"Ah - what are you doing?" a little girl exclaimed.
The students who came forward to ask for the music score were squeezed away by more boys who gathered behind them.
They can be much noisier:
"Caron, you must have used some deception, otherwise how could Miss Roy date you?"
"Caron, give up, your civilian status is not worthy of him."
"Caron, please tell me that your letter is just a work document, not a love letter from Miss Roy."
"Fan Ning, Miss Roy has come to see you, why don't you send her out? Are you still a gentleman?"
"Fan Ning, do you dare to duel with me outside?"
Ten minutes before class, the classroom turned into a big pot of porridge.
"Brother, it's already 912 years." Hearing someone shout out the word duel, Fan Ning felt that this matter was getting more and more outrageous.
If it weren't for the actual 500 pound notes in the envelope, he would have just thrown it into the pile.