The crimson curtain on the second floor of the Norton Hall opened, and a small band was auditioning. The conductor led by it was actually the cook who served Gu Bei late at night last time. It seemed that he was indeed versatile.
The conductor who was a part-time cook was about to wave the baton in his hand. He turned around and saw the two men in the center of the dance floor who were the center of attention. He couldn't help but hesitate a little. The band members who could not get the order could only repeat the short overture again and again.
"It's tango! It's my strong point!" Fingel said with a resolute look in his eyes: "Come on, Boss Gu! Don't be embarrassed, hold on! You and I will fight our way out beautifully!"
"Oh, then you must hold on."
Gu Bei's tone sounded like some malfunctioning machine, but the movements of his hands were not slow. He filled the plate three times, then ran to a corner and squatted down.
Fingel cast his eyes towards the center of the dance floor. Unfortunately, the men and women on the dance floor were all in pairs, and no girl was idle.
He even saw Chu Zihang and Su Qian from inside. Can you believe it?
Although two big words were clearly written on Chu Zihang's face: "Save me!" Fingel still ignored Chu Zihang's cry for help. He felt that this guy had betrayed their revolutionary friendship.
Reluctantly, Fingel turned his attention to the ladies upstairs, but every girl whom Fingel saw invariably said "Oh" and turned away. It felt like a natural reaction after seeing a pile of cow dung. .
He seemed to be the only one in the whole place who was superfluous...well, there was also the S-level guy who was hiding in the corner and crazily showing off the snowflake beef in his mouth.
Many people began to doubt the authenticity of the S-class bloodline in front of them. After all, Gu Bei did not look like a mixed race with a noble bloodline. Instead, he looked more like a man squatting at the gate of the university town and smoking a cigarette. A ruffian admiring a pair of beautiful legs.
An attractive face was lost in vain.
Gu Bei didn't care about the weird looks around him. He was used to being treated as an alien. This was the awareness that being an alien should have.
Besides, he himself is an outlier among this group of dragon people, isn't he?
He reached out and grabbed a king crab from the plate and bit into the shell and meat. He looked like a savage who drank blood from his hair.
People around him were guessing that even if the chef didn't process the ingredients in advance, Gu Bei would just eat it like this...
After all, Gu Bei's behavior does seem quite barbaric.
But Gu Beiting doesn't care. He eats these things just to taste them. As for what can and cannot be eaten, it is meaningless to him. After all, as long as it enters the mouth, it is pure Qi. The Liuku Immortal Thief is probably the best in the world. The least picky thing to eat.
While Gu Bei was eating, he looked towards the dance floor. The lights cast the shadows of the men and women dancing in the middle of the dance floor onto the ground. They swayed to the music. The shadows of men and women were intertwined. You could see the waving arms and beating sounds. Shadow of high heels.
Fingel stood between the men and women, dumbly not knowing what to do. He was like the unlucky bear in the cartoon Gu Bei watched some time ago, out of tune with his surroundings and so abrupt.
what are you thinking about?
Did you think of eva?
Is it the girl you once were, or the one who is always by your side now?
Have you thought about how to choose?
While his thoughts were racing, Fingel moved.
At first, he was like a rampaging bear, tossing and turning on the dance floor, his strong body swinging powerfully, knocking away pairs of men and women.
The lights on the dance floor suddenly dimmed, but the band did not stop playing. This is the band's rule. As long as the first note is played, the song must be played to the end even on the sinking ship of the Titanic. .
The shadowy figures stopped on the dance floor. They were all elites selected by Caesar. Naturally, they would not panic over this trivial matter, but something else forced them to stop.
In the dim environment, a beam of light fell on the opposite side of Fingel. This beam of light followed Fingel's footsteps and flickered with the rhythm of the music. At this moment, it was Fingel's dance partner and Fingel's partner. The ghost in my arms.
The wandering lonely soul does not need a place of bondage.
The dance music entered the highest section majestically. With a strong momentum, the strong shadow carried the light in his arms and forced all the figures in the center of the dance floor out, giving the dance a gorgeous ending.
The end of the music gradually faded away, but still no one spoke or applauded. Everyone was stunned by the passionate dance and could not make a sound.
The only voice was that of a freshman squatting in the corner. He was chewing something that was not sure whether it was crab meat or crab shells, with a subtle smile on his face.
It’s decided…
"Peng——"
The lights suddenly turned on, and everyone came back to their senses and looked at the only one left on the dance floor...
Where are people?
Only then did everyone realize that the man who had just scolded Fang Qiu on the dance floor had squeezed into a corner and squatted side by side with the S-class who was already squatting there, and even touched a crab from the S-class's plate. Legs stuffed into mouth.
The wretchedness returned to his body again, and he was completely different from the heroic appearance just now.
Fingel asked while chewing the crab legs: "How is it?"
Gu Bei gave a thumbs up: "You're pretending to be big!"
Fingel chuckled.
Gu Bei now believed that Fingel might indeed have been Elvis Presley back then.
The applause started. The host of the banquet appeared on the balcony on the second floor at some unknown time. Nono stood beside him. The two applauded powerfully, followed by a tsunami of applause that sounded throughout the Norton Hall.
Caesar was holding a glass of brandy with ice and patrolling his territory on the second floor balcony like a king. Nono held his arm beside him and saw that Gu Bei seemed to be saying something to Fingel, and then the two of them I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
In fact, Gu Bei didn't say anything. When he looked at Caesar and Nono, he couldn't help but think of a magical line in his mind: "Look, this is the country I have built for you."
The degree of fit is simply not too high.
A minister knocked on the microphone on the platform on the second floor: "Now please let Caesar, the president of the student union, give us a speech."
The voices of discussion subsided. No matter how dazzling the old Elvis Presley, who had been repeating the grade for seven years, performed, after all, Caesar was the well-deserved star figure in the academy.
Caesar handed the wine glass to the waiter and glanced at everyone below, like an emperor reviewing his army.
"I was very disappointed when I came to the academy on the first day," Caesar paused, "because there were too many people here!"
"The true elite will never be the majority!"
The opening scene was so cold that it gave people goosebumps. The corners of Gu Bei's mouth twitched, and he suddenly thought that if this guy ruled the earth, he would probably mix up with the virtuous mustache and become an NC.
Of course, it is also possible that Mustache followed Caesar, and then the two extremists used their methods to eliminate all the losers in the world... Someone like Fingel, who had repeated grades for seven years, must be the first to be killed.
But then Caesar smiled sadly.
"Thank you for coming. I'm glad to see the most elite group of people gathering here. Our guests of the Gattuso family," Caesar raised a finger, "can only be the elite!"
After a moment of silence, someone clapped vigorously, followed by everyone else, with excitement shining in everyone's eyes.
It was an honor to be considered by Caesar as the best among his peers.
Chu Zihang stood in the excited crowd and watched with cold eyes. He was in a different world from the people around him. Su Qian beside him could clearly feel the coldness and aura that radiated from Chu Zihang's body. The direct result of this was that a vacuum belt appeared around the two of them.
The two others were in the same situation as Gu Bei and Fingel, but these two were not popular because they were really not popular.
Gu Bei looked at Fingel with strange eyes. The one who took the lead in applauding just now was none other than Fingel. The expression on his face was close to bringing tears to his eyes. It seemed that this "E" level good-for-nothing senior brother was very moved. Caesar appreciated him, but forgot that he was not on the guest list at all, he was just an addition to accompany Gu Bei and Chu Zihang.
“I like to work with good people because my time is limited and wasting time on people who are not qualified is intolerable to me.”
Caesar signaled everyone to be quiet: "My view has always been that Cassel College is a miracle and has undertaken a huge mission, so there should be the best group of people to make the most concise and powerful voices."
"Who should make such a sound?" He looked down coldly.
"Caesar!" Caesar's younger brother in the student union shouted suddenly.
"No, not me, but...us!"
Caesar raised his voice: "The best, us!"
The double applause fell like a storm.
Gu Bei looked on with a smile. He was a child who grew up in a red country. It was said in the high school textbook that the voice of the masses is the loudest, so he had no intention of participating in this elite carnival.
Moreover, he has never been an elite. Aliens are aliens, and elites among aliens are also aliens.
Is it possible that because you are an elite monster, players will not hit you?
No kidding, players will just hit harder.
"A year ago, I took over the student union. The student union was reorganized. My brothers and I were very ambitious. Who knew that in less than half a month, three clubs were snatched away by the Lion Heart Society, and seven or eight cadres were poached by the way."
"God bless you! The church priest said that I am a general who has achieved great success! But I don't believe it. I think those who come out to mess around have to decide whether they live or die!"
"The Student Union will not serve everyone from the day I take over. Why are we here? To kill the Dragon King? To maintain the world? Or, to prove ourselves?"
Caesar shrugged: "If you tell others what you are doing, they will think you are crazy."
"But the real elite will always be regarded as crazy by the world! Just like Nietzsche! He is dead, but he was the real elite of that era."
Caesar was like a beaten ancient Greek speaker, waving his arms vigorously: "Because the secular world cannot tolerate people who are different from them! They cannot tolerate the elites because they are stupid!"
Gu Bei saw those students' eyes shining with "I'm just a lunatic who can't live with the world." He felt as if he had stumbled into some terrible cx scene.
This brainwashing ability is not much better than using both hands.
Caesar spread his hands: "I don't want to expel anyone from this campus. Since the school rules of Cassel College allow unqualified people to study here, I can accept it. I also understand those unqualified people. way of survival, I don’t want to interfere. But I hope they don’t make too much noise, I don’t like noise.”
"But this college and this mission must be supported by the best people after all!" He pointed to the sky again, "Now, as the president of this student union, allow me to welcome you and join the camp of lunatics!"
Gu Bei frowned and looked at Caesar. He always felt that when he spoke, he was like a middle school boy who had never been beaten by society. He followed the example of the birth day of Buddha Sakyamuni in the myth and walked seven steps to the southeast and northwest, and then Pointing to the sky, he said: "I am the only one in heaven and on earth."
"He's so cute... I really want to give him a big showdown..."
"You can't do it, you can't do it..."
Fingel quickly pulled out the eager Gu Bei and stopped him from giving their president a big showdown in front of the entire student union in public.
Fortunately, no one paid attention to the two of them. Everyone applauded and then hugged each other excitedly.
"Gu Bei!" Caesar's voice came from above, "Chu Zihang!"
The eyes of the whole audience were instantly focused on the two of them.
Gu Bei looked up listlessly and saw Caesar stretching out his hand: "Please come up and stand with me."
Then he sneered: "Of course, you can also refuse."
Regardless of Gu Bei's position, everyone knows that Chu Zihang is already the unofficial next president of the Lion Heart Club. Although there is no formal membership application yet, it is already a certainty.
Caesar's current behavior is undoubtedly directly digging into the roots of the Lionheart Society.
And Chu Zihang obviously didn't accept the invitation. He stood on the ground as cold as frost. Now he knew why Chu Zihang gave him an invitation letter as a member of the Lion Heart Club.
"You're going to need a rival."
This sentence undoubtedly puts himself on an equal footing with Caesar, and also stands on the opposite side of Caesar. If it comes from someone else's mouth, then the student union members in this room are afraid that that person will be killed. He was torn apart alive, but the person who said this now was Chu Zihang.
It's the A-level freshman Chu Zihang who can fight with Caesar without falling behind.
Everyone actually subconsciously thought that what he said was right.
After saying that, Chu Zihang took Susie out of the Norton Hall without looking back.
Everyone watched Chu Zihang leave.
When Chu Zihang's back disappeared from the door of Norton Hall, everyone's eyes returned to the room.
They looked at Gu Bei.
At this moment, the S-class was holding a pig's knuckle without any sense of crisis, as if what he was looking at was not a room full of people, but a room full of radishes and vegetables...
Why does it feel scarier?
Everyone was waiting for him to say something, but he seemed to only care about the pig knuckle in his hand...
"By the way, I've been eating pork knuckles every day since I came to school. It's time for a change."
Gu Bei complained while looking up at Caesar: "Brother Caesar, if I remember correctly, you should have taken the newly opened magic class."
Although it was a question, the tone was very affirmative.
Caesar nodded: "That's right...Does this matter what we are talking about now?"
Gu Bei shook his head: "It doesn't matter, but the student union already has its own club advisor, so there is no need for another professor."
After saying that, he walked through the crowd and walked out of Norton Hall without caring about the brain-struck people around him.
"Wait...I haven't finished eating the lobster yet, brother...wait for me..."
Fingel stumbled out after him with a plate of food in his arms.
Everyone in the student union remained silent.
Alien Arts Class...Professor...
It took a long time for everyone in the Norton Hall to come to their senses.
"Did he just...be joking?"
"……perhaps?"
Caesar stood on the balcony on the second floor with a confused look on his face, as if such a thing was indeed happening... Wait, having said that, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Gu Bei joining the student union, and it's not like he was asked to be the advisor.
This must be Gu Bei's excuse for refusing.
