Chapter 40, Episode 27: The Intrusion

Episode 27 "Intrusion"

When Watson and I arrived, the doors to the concert hall were tightly closed.

Meanwhile, the math salon next door was in full swing. Looking through the glass doors of their activity hall, I immediately saw a dazzling array of pastries, snacks, and drinks. It was far more abundant than the buffet in the main hall. They even had a chocolate fountain.

I don't quite understand why a group of middle-aged people with an average age of forty or fifty would eat from a chocolate fountain. This kind of thing should be left to us young people.

Besides, nobody touches the chocolate fountain.

In an instant, I had an idea.

"It keeps gushing out, like a tap that's not turned off properly, it's so pitiful," I suddenly stopped and said.

Of course, this suddenness was mainly for Watson.

I had planned this all along.

Because of what I said, Watson also looked into the math salon activity room. "What are you looking at?"

I stared longingly at the chocolate fountain, like a child who couldn't tear themselves away from their favorite toy, and said, "Chocolate."

London, feeling a bit embarrassed and unable to bear it any longer, said, "You can eat it anytime you want, can't you? Does it have to be now?"

I corrected him, "If you can't eat it now, then it's not 'you can eat it anytime'."

London: "..."

After glancing at the chocolate fountain, Watson said to me, "The restaurant doesn't actually have a chocolate fountain, no wonder it made you think about it."

These words immediately drew my attention from the chocolate fountain to Watson.

Watson added, "We can go back to our rooms and do it ourselves."

"How do we do it? It's easy to go in and ask for something to eat, right?" I glanced inside the math salon and spotted the blond young man who had struck up a conversation with us earlier. "We'll just say we're his friends," I said.

As I said this, I followed suit and stepped into the center of the venue.

Watson quickly pulled me back, "Milwaldton, you're going to cause them trouble..."

I have absolutely no idea what trouble I'll cause them.

My purpose was simply to go and play in Watson's room.

The chocolate fountain was just a stepping stone for me.

After all, making my own chocolate fondue might taste even better. Because I can choose higher-quality chocolate and strawberries. Last time, Herbs made me chocolate strawberries at home, and they were absolutely delicious. The MVP was the strawberries—large, firm, and with lots of juicy flesh, perfectly complemented by the rich chocolate base. They were so delicious I ate two boxes of strawberries!

Next, as long as I can get into Watson's room, I can roll around on his bed.

It's probably impossible for him to let me go back to my room now.

Just as I was about to "compromise" for Watson and say that I would reluctantly go and have chocolate fondue with him in the room, someone walked over from inside the room.

“Mr. Milverton, I didn’t expect to see you here! If you don’t mind, please join our mathematics salon.”

"I find it disgusting!"

I spoke loudly in a protesting tone.

London: "...Why are you so difficult to please!"

The moment my gaze swept into the activity room, the lively atmosphere suddenly froze.

The lively chatter that had been buzzing like a beehive just moments before now seemed to have been strangled. Only the monotonous "whoosh" of the chocolate fountain remained in the air.

This silence didn't originate from just one person, but from six or seven small groups, each with their own social activities. More than twenty pairs of eyes were cast upon them from all directions.

Some people held champagne glasses to their lips, some were clutching half-eaten macarons and had forgotten to chew, and some were pointing at formulas on the blackboard with silver forks, their arms frozen in mid-air. Their eyes, like searchlights, were all focused on me, so focused that they could almost burn a hole in my coat.

The woman in the middle, dressed in simple and elegant clothes, trembled, and the silver fork in her hand clattered onto the porcelain plate.

The imagery of a carnivore intruding into the territory of a herbivore amused me.

I suddenly felt full of energy.

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Author's note: That's all for today, I'm too sleepy to stay awake.

See you tomorrow, here are 20 random red envelopes.