"Are you stupid!"
Wayne banged the drama desk as hard as he could on Lawrence's skull.
"Don't you still want to hold a large-scale concert? You are not even willing to try this kind of performance with a small number of people. Aren't you worried that you will have stage fright then?"
"Practice on the street first to get yourself used to the feeling of being watched. It can be said to be a hundred benefits to you without any harm!"
Perhaps because he felt that what Wayne said made sense, Lawrence was troubled.
"I don't want to perform..." he subconsciously excused himself, "but the piano is too big and it's inconvenient to move..."
“Who said you’re going to play the piano on the street?”
In Wayne's case, his concerns were simply not valid.
Although it is not impossible to use his own natives to help him move it, how can it create enough sensation if he just plays the piano?
Thinking that the expected picture had become a reality, Wayne laughed.
Hearing his denial, Lawrence looked up at Wayne in surprise.
The sun shines in from the window. Standing against the light at a 45-degree angle, his back looks so tall, firm and reliable.
——What a very active friend.
Lawrence couldn't help but cheer up.
"So, what should we do?" He asked humbly.
"Dance."
Time seemed to pause in the drama department.
After a moment, Lawrence's furious voice sounded: "Even if I die! Even if I jump out of the window now! I can't dance on the street!"
He slammed the door angrily and left.
Tsk tsk tsk... the young man is indeed very angry.
Wayne slowly raised his hand and took another bite of the pear.
Most of the nobles have learned the most basic social dance at home, but their attainments vary.
Lawrence obviously belongs to the category that is not good at dancing, which is already known to almost everyone in the royal capital. He rarely dances with girls at banquets, let alone on the street.
But, who says you have to be good at dancing to be lovable?
With Lawrence's handsome appearance, arrogant character, and humiliating expression, he danced clumsily and cutely in front of everyone... Can those rich ladies be blown away in seconds?
——Lawrence really doesn’t understand his own painstaking efforts.
Wayne sighed deeply.
The Drama Department originally had no activities today, and he was forcibly pulled over from the Lily Club by Lawrence.
But now that he's out, he doesn't want to go back for a while.
In the internal meeting held by President Raphael, he voted for Plan No. 2, thinking that Chrissy would like Maple Leaf Mountains. But when he talked about it afterwards, he realized that Chris had voted for Plan No. 1 - to go to Xijia City for fun.
For this reason, he was often complained by Chris.
After all, Plan No. 2 to Maple Leaf Mountains was only ahead by one vote. If he had voted for Plan No. 1, the route to Xijia City might not have been eliminated.
Wayne felt that he was wronged.
It was obvious that Chris refused to communicate with me because she was angry, so he had no choice but to guess someone she might like. However, after the situation calmed down, he was still blamed.
Sigh... Girlfriends are such troublesome creatures.
He ate the pear he brought out from the Lily Club in a few mouthfuls. He wanted to throw the core into the trash can outside the corridor, but as soon as he went out, he saw Song Li wandering outside the classroom.
"Come to find me?"
Wayne didn't have many surprises.
He has been waiting for this moment since he taught Song Li as Echo.
"……Um."
Song Li nodded.
"Come in and talk, I'll throw a pear first." He said seemingly casually.
Walking leisurely in the corridor, Wayne took advantage of this short period of time to carefully check his surroundings, making sure that no one would suddenly break in and disturb him, and then returned to the drama department with peace of mind.
"Did you receive the flowers I gave you?" He closed the door gently and locked it.
"……received."
Geli sat on the chair with his eyes lowered, looking not so happy.
With a sigh, Wayne walked over and sat down next to her.
"Ge Li, I know I have done a lot of things to make you sad...I don't expect you to forgive me, but..."
He stretched out his fingers and gently pushed a few strands of hair from her temples behind her ears.
"I still hope that you can live happily."
Song Li raised her eyes and looked at his face.
"Do you really think that?" she asked.
"Of course!" Wayne replied without hesitation.
"Do you know what the flower language of daisies is?" He asked this sentence softly, and then answered the question to himself: "It is - love hidden deep in the heart."
"Just like I did to you."
This is not "useless knowledge" that he dug out from some nook and cranny in his previous life, but a recommendation he got after specifically consulting the clerk in the flower shop.
However, nothing could be seen from Geli's face.
"Then do you know what the flower language of dandelions is?" she said calmly.
Wayne was slightly startled.
"What is it?"
"Yes, love that can't stay." She said. "Just like I do to you."
A certain area in my heart felt a little desolate, as if it had been blown by a cold wind.
"...Can't stay?" He repeated the keyword and showed a bitter smile. "Do you want to turn over the story?"
"Who knows?"
Geli did not avoid his gaze, but looked at him seriously. It's like, wanting to see his true heart from his eyes.
But her intentions were doomed to be in vain.
Even Wayne himself didn't understand what kind of complicated emotions were filling his heart at this moment.
"I originally wanted to advise you not to do the same business as the Wenche family..." He murmured.
"I won't listen." Song Li said coldly.
Yes, I had expected this sentence a long time ago.
Wayne was speechless.
"It doesn't matter if you want to side with Leaf Publishing House. But Dandelion Publishing House is my own hard work, and I will develop it no matter what way it is."
These categorical words seemed to be telling Wayne, but also seemed to be telling herself.
There is no retreat and no reservation.
"So, do you have to be an enemy of the Wenche family?" Wayne asked.
"Obviously." Geli smiled and confirmed his question. "Yes."
"Can't you... give in a little bit for me?"
He knew what the result would be, but he couldn't help but ask.
"No." Song Li extinguished his last bit of luck.
"The Edgeworth family needs money? I can make it in other ways. It's not that I can't make it..."
"I don't need money." Geli still looked at him calmly. "I want the Wenche family to lose."
"Where she thought she was going to win... she lost completely."
