Caesar, dressed in a white formal suit, walked out of the dimly lit corridor. His blond hair shone in the light, and the lace scarf at the neckline was inlaid with rhinestones.
Chairman Caesar, who had completed the tedious tasks of the student union, had a smile on his face and greeted the guests warmly. He picked up a cocktail from the waiter's tray and bowed slightly to indicate that even when facing an insignificant waiter, Caesar never
He will be domineering, and true aristocratic etiquette will not be lacking in the slightest no matter who the person is.
Caesar came to the loft where the orchestra was located. He held the guardrail with one hand and held a glass of martini with ice in the other hand, overlooking the entire dance floor.
Like a wild beast patrolling its territory, and like a king waiting for an audience with officials!
This is the Amber Hall where the student union is located, and as the president of the student union, Caesar is no different from a king in the Amber Hall.
Caesar's eyes scanned the guests dancing on the dance floor. The lights in the hall were very bright, allowing him to see everyone's face clearly. His eyes passed over each guest like he was reviewing an army.
After a while, Caesar's eyes were fixed on the two people dancing hand in hand in the center of the dance floor. Their steps matched the dance music and were in sync with the surrounding dancers, but there was always an inexplicable aura flowing out. They were black and white, elegant and eye-catching.
The black and white dancers move delicately, the white skirts rotate like blooming flowers, and then suddenly close, the dance music is low and the light and shadow are intertwined.
Caesar was expressionless as he admired this rare and wonderful dance in the world. He took a sip of his martini and pressed the red-yellow liquid under his tongue. A spiciness instantly exploded in his taste buds. Caesar slowly
Savoring.
After a moment, a stern smile appeared on the corner of Caesar's mouth. It was unclear whether it was contempt, anger, or indifference. He still looked around the entire hall, imprinting the faces of every guest in his mind.
The ups and downs of the dance music finally came to an end. The dancers were fascinated by the high-spirited music played by the orchestra, and their dance steps and spins became faster and faster.
The piano and the cello are intertwined together, as if they are telling each other and praising the decline of fate, like the majestic and high waves, and then slowly become calm.
Caesar's index finger began to tap the metal carved loft guardrail. The vibrations between the taps produced a subtle sound that was mixed with the strings and barely made a wave. However, as the dance music slowly ended, the tapping sound became louder and louder.
From near to far, it reaches the ears of every guest.
This is a sign before Chairman Caesar speaks! Guests who often attend student union banquets understand its meaning, and occasionally Caesar will use this method to attract the attention of distracted guests.
On the dance floor, Nono made a final 720-degree rotation. She held her balance in Jiang Yi's raised hand. The front soles of her high heels hit the marble floor continuously like a series of final notes. At the end, she leaned sideways in Jiang Yi's arms.
Jiang Yi sniffed the fragrance of Nono's hair. Nono lowered her head and Jiang Yi couldn't see her expression clearly. He could only see a hair curl on her head.
Is it calm? Is it intoxication? Jiang Yi doesn't know.
Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to help Nuonuo stand firmly, and the lingering sound of the string music echoing in the vast hall had also dissipated.
The sound of Caesar tapping the guardrail also became clear on the dance floor, and the guests stood still and looked up at Caesar standing on the attic.
There was obviously no spotlight shining on Caesar, but it seemed that the glass chandelier above Caesar's head also played a role in concentrating the light, making the standing Caesar very eye-catching. Everyone looked up, expecting the leader to speak.
The knocking sound did not stop, and the sounds were clearly spaced and continuous. It was like an exciting beat, and its ability to arouse emotions was far better than the dance music played by the orchestra. The gentlemen who were dancing happily a second ago immediately became solemn, and their eyes were full.
It's solemn.
Caesar's expression was calm, as if he had everything under control, or perhaps he was planning his next speech from scratch.
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the dance floor below. A black figure and a white figure turned away together. The guests who were about to listen to the leader's speech all moved away in confusion.
Jiang Yi pulled Nono straight from the middle of the dance floor to the door, which made many people in the student union unhappy. The chairman's speech was about to begin, and why was S-class disrupting the scene? Is there any conflict between S-class and Caesar?
The guests at the scene were thinking a lot. They didn't hear that Caesar or the student union had offended S-class. However, S-class defeated Caesar on "Freedom Day". Afterwards, Caesar generously invited S-class to join and personally sent
There is no reason why the S-class would be dissatisfied with the invitation to the internal banquet, and the entire student union would not be able to come to the stage!
Thoughts were swirling for a moment, and the guests looked at each other, stood still, or stepped to the left and right, blocking the exit path of the S-class with a human wall.
Jiang Yi took Nuonuo and strode away with no change in his expression. He didn't know when his eyes had lit up with golden pupils, and the gold in his eyes was brighter than the light reflected by the crystal decorations in the lobby of the Amber Pavilion.
The guests who were blocked in the road were shocked one after another. The mere sight of a pair of S-class golden eyes seemed to leave a mark in their hearts, making them unforgettable for the rest of their lives. The golden color brought powerful pressure, no matter who they were or what class they were.
If he dared to look at her, he immediately lowered his head in panic.
Seeing the S-class pace non-stop, as if a conflict was unstoppable, the head of the Mountaineering Department standing behind him, who was the first to bear the brunt of the pressure, was soaked with sweat.
The strong pressure seemed to make the surrounding air thicker. The determined head of the mountaineering department lowered his eyes and left from the side while holding a breath.
The people behind also left to the left and right as if they were receiving an amnesty, and in an instant a passage was cleared for the S-class students to leave with the student union girls in their costumes.
Almost all the guests present were members of various sections of the student union. Although I didn’t know the reason, the S-class had hurt everyone’s face by hurting Caesar’s face, and they all looked angry.
Only a few people in suits and leather shoes with cameras hanging on their chests had their eyes gleaming, as if a single old man had seen some rare beauty. They quickly raised their cameras to record this rare scene:
The S-class took the red-haired witch and left calmly. Jiang Yi was wearing a black formal suit, and his face could not be seen. As the deputy director of the Student Union Organization Department, Chen Motong was wearing a white dress, with long burgundy hair flying like catkins, under the light.
Although the beautiful face was full of doubts and confusion, she also let Jiang Yi lead her away.
The members of the student union nearby were standing shoulder to shoulder and became a mess, losing their previous polite and gentlemanly demeanor.
Some were sweating profusely and stared sideways, not daring to look directly at the S-Class, and some were gnashing their teeth with anger on their faces, but the S-Class' exit was clear and no one dared to step forward to stop them.
There was also a dedicated and bold paparazzi who raised his camera to take aim at Caesar in the attic.
Caesar still had a calm face, dressed in a white formal suit, and his hair was meticulously styled.
Caesar held a red and yellow martini in one hand and tapped the railing with the other. The frequency of the sound did not change at all, but the knocking sound was suppressed by the chaos in the hall, and few people could hear it clearly...