Anders climbed up the spiral staircase to the second floor and stood in front of the microphone. He was wearing a black tuxedo tonight, lined with a white embroidered shirt, and his specially styled black curly hair finally no longer looked like a fried lion.
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He knocked on the microphone, and for a short time, a deafening electric sound exploded in the Norton Hall, silencing all the academy elites who were chatting like nobles and looking over.
"I'm very happy that almost all the members of the Lionheart Club are here tonight." Anders smiled. His temperament was really different from Caesar's, even though they were both among the top students in Cassel College at this time.
An excellent leader, but Anders's unique gentleness and tolerance are more like the big brother next door.
Even though he was standing on the second floor of the Norton Hall, which was condescending, his gaze did not contain any offense or sharpness. "Of course, I am also very happy that Caesar, the chairman of the student union, is here. I thought tonight's invitation would be lost."
Caesar stood on the polished solid wood parquet floor as bright as a mirror, holding the wine glass in one hand and raising it, and gave a slight greeting to Anders with his smiling ice-blue eyes.
"Tonight is not a particularly serious occasion. Our Lion Heart Club is often criticized as 'traditional and old-fashioned', but today the most elite members of the student union are present, as well as some professors from the college. I hope that after tonight, everyone will
It can make a difference to our Lion Heart Club." Anders looked around the hall, briefly focusing on Chu Zihang who was chatting with Susie, and then smiled heartily, "We will talk about the important things later.
Now the dance is about to begin, I wish you all a good time."
A Lionheart Club official wearing white gloves appeared and shook the small brass bell in his hand. The clear ringing sounded and everyone in the hall stopped talking.
The crystal chandelier suddenly lit up with a different light than before, and the hall instantly turned into a dance floor.
The boys in black formal suits and the girls in white dresses began to choose their dance partners. The whole hall was silent, and the irrelevant people who did not want to dance retreated to different corners knowingly.
At the edge of the dance floor, Su Qian and Chu Zihang also stopped talking. The content of their conversation just now was extremely boring. If Xia Xian were present, he would definitely start complaining about how he taught Japanese kendo to girls on such an occasion.
Chu Zihang looked sideways at Anders, who was chatting with the waiter in a low voice on the second floor. Before the latter went up to the second floor to announce the start of the dance, he had already made friends with him. After the dance ended, he was about to go up and take the lion heart.
He took the banner of the association and became a semi-formal president. Until Anders graduates, all the Lionheart officers present will be his subordinates.
"Chu Zihang, do you want to dance?" Su Qian said suddenly.
Chu Zihang came back to his senses, and the girl in front of him was waiting for his answer. Through the soft light that turned into a dance floor, he realized that the girl on her fair cheeks had obviously put on light makeup that was not too glamorous for tonight's banquet. This weekday
The Chinese girls here who don’t like to attract attention show their unique temperament and are open and bright. Even if a girl invites a boy to dance, there is nothing awkward about it.
"Of course." Chu Zihang nodded.
The crimson curtain on one side of the second floor opened, and the small band invited by Anders began to audition.
In a short period of time, the high-spirited boys have paired up with the girls wearing silk and white gloves. Many of them are real lovers, so there is no need for any effortful invitation. They look at each other affectionately, as if they are all in love.
The dance was held for both of them, and everyone had a protagonist in their hearts.
main character......
At this moment, the cadre responsible for signing in suddenly opened the door.
All the students and professors present looked surprised at this moment, just like the real protagonist in the theater finally stepped onto the stage, the audience cheered for him, and the supporting actors left the stage one after another...
It stands to reason that we have stopped welcoming guests at this time. After all, no one wants to stand in the cold wind of autumn night as a waiter, especially when the environment in the Norton Hall is so nice.
The conductor of the small band on the second floor had already raised his hand and was about to wave his baton. Suddenly he realized that his band members were all looking straight at the door on the first floor. He was also confused for a moment. But as
The commander, he couldn't turn around casually, so he looked at Anders who was also on the second floor.
Anders handed the wine glass to the waiter aside, raised a smile on his lips, and said to the band conductor: "Don't rush to start, give someone a minute."
Only then did the band conductor feel relieved. Like his members, he turned his head and looked at the visitor who had attracted the attention of everyone in the Norton Pavilion:
The black-haired young man stood there, "coldly" scanning the people in the hall who were about to dance.
——Xia Xian had just followed the cadre in charge of signing in through the dim passage outside the Norton Hall. Suddenly, the latter pushed open the heavy door in front of him. All the golden and dazzling lights were pressed towards him. The flashy atmosphere hit his face, making him slightly agitated.
Dazzled, his two cold black eyes narrowed.
He is wearing a hunting dress, which is the highest-level ceremonial coat in the field of horseback sports. The swallow-tail tailoring is unique and the classic and heavy Tattersall Racecourse tartan fabric gives him a strong visual appeal.
Retro feel.
Xia Xian's figure is not as tall and conspicuous as Anders, but his decent clothes make him look slender and well-proportioned, and some of his long black hair was trimmed by the "omnipotent tailor" sent by Angers.
"Is the principal's aesthetics a bit too classical?" Xia Xian put his left hand in his trouser pocket, like an unruly oriental nobleman, completely conflicting with his gentlemanly appearance, "It always feels weird."
Except for the Lionheart Club officer who was in charge of signing in, no one in Norton Hall knew who he was talking to.
A girl suddenly walked out from behind him and stood on his right side.
Wearing a long black skirt, a small red silk shirt, her dark red hair was neatly combed, and she was wearing ten centimeter high heels.
"I think it suits you quite well." Nono squinted at Xia Xian's lazy posture, "But in such a formal occasion, can you straighten your waist?"
"This is not what I wanted to do." Xia Xian said helplessly, but under the gaze of so many people, he still straightened his back.
"You owe me once..." Nono said.
"What?" Xia Xian was stunned.
"That day you promised to go to Chicago with me," Nono suddenly stretched out his right hand and raised it in the air in front of the right, "Then you and Chu Zihang went out for more than half a month to perform the mission. Do you owe me a request?
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Xia Xian then remembered what the girl with bright eyes said in the rain that day, "I'm going to Chicago. Is anyone willing to go with me?"
"So many people are staring..." Xia Xian cleared her throat, "How about we go in first and then talk? What are they busy with..."
"Invite me to dance." Nono interrupted him, "Just treat it like you made up for that broken promise."
Xia Xian's eyes widened slightly.
None of the girls present tonight were wearing long black dresses, either moon white or light red. Only this red-haired witch-like girl wore a black dress that looked like a funeral, but everyone present couldn't take their eyes away.
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The music suddenly started.
The prelude is the ancient "Sicilian Dance", which originated from Sicily, Italy in the 17th and 18th centuries. It has a slow speed and a lyrical melody.
"You two, if you don't want to dance, please leave the dance floor." The cadres of the Lion Heart Club carefully reminded.
These two people were still standing in front of the most conspicuous gate, and many people were whispering to them and talking about them.
"I haven't danced for a long time." Xia Xian shrugged, narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He also raised his left hand and placed it under Nono's right hand, with his palm upward but not touching, and whispered: