Chapter 67 The Hypocritical Young Master of the Noble Academy 2

[Host, tomorrow is the freshman welcome party, and the main character will be making a dazzling appearance! Are you excited? Your mischievous tool is about to meet you again!]

Xie Rong sat in the bathtub with his eyes half-closed. Water droplets dripped down the tip of his nose and landed on his slightly protruding lips, which he then licked away.

The young butler pushed open the door and entered, his expression unchanged as he walked through the steamy white vapor in the bathroom. He squatted down beside the bathtub, lifted the young master's hair, poured orange-scented shampoo onto the ends, and gently rubbed it to create lather.

As the head of the four top noble families, the stewards who can serve the heir are carefully selected from other vassal noble families.

Xie Rong played with the foam in his palm while glancing sideways at the young butler. Suddenly, he chuckled and said, "You're also a nobleman from the empire, so how come you serve people more skillfully than those lowly commoners?"

The butler's expression remained unchanged.

When their young master is in a bad mood, anyone, whether in Parlen or at the Xie family manor, can become his punching bag.

Verbal abuse is commonplace for them.

"It is an honor for the Holt family to serve the young master." The butler was the eldest son of the Holt family, named Meg Holt. He had been selected by Madam Xie to serve the young master at the Xie family manor since Xie Rong was born.

Xie Rong lowered his head and gently sniffed the foam in his palm.

A very refreshing orange scent.

At the welcome dinner for new students at Pallen College a year ago, a new student, unaware that the bottle of orange-scented perfume on the long table was specially placed there by the school to curry favor with Xie Rong, not only broke it but also complained that such a cheap and ordinary perfume had stained his suit uniform.

Throughout the banquet, Xie Rong simply smiled and acted as if it were none of his business. He even treated all the new students equally when they came to toast him, and gently comforted them when they hurriedly apologized.

Just like the statue of a merciful saint in a holy church, no matter how much you offend her, you will be forgiven as long as you sincerely repent.

But the day after the banquet, it was discovered that the freshman's suit uniform had been cut into strips of rags with scissors, and his right hand had been broken off. The extent of the damage revealed the naked malice and twisted jealousy of the person behind it all.

That's so pitiful. He only accidentally broke a bottle of perfume, how could he have encountered such a terrible thing?

Xie Rong bent her legs, her snow-white knees emerging from the foam, and a malicious smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Hopefully, this kind of thing won't happen again at this year's freshman welcome dinner.

As soon as Xie Rong thought that, he felt disgusted with himself.

Okay, he's lying. He probably wishes all these idiots would end up like that freshman last year, with their clothes torn and their arms and legs broken.

This way, he could vent his anger and also have the opportunity to offer feigned comfort, thus maintaining his reputation as the perfect heir.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Xie Rong snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and felt the hot water from the showerhead in the butler's hand gently flowing over his scalp.

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, the clock tower at the very center of Parron College rang out three long and ancient chimes.

Next to the clock tower is a small castle unique to the student council, divided into six sections according to different departments. The main hall of the castle, which spans all four floors, is used to hold the welcome banquet for new students.

Although it's said to have four floors, most freshmen are only qualified to stay on the bottom two floors. A very few who are particularly good at getting things done are taken up to the third floor by students with silver badges.

The ceilings of the four main halls all feature a hollow garden design, decreasing in size with each floor. So when people sit on the indoor balcony on the fourth floor and look down, they can see all three floors below.

Just like the strict hierarchical badges of Pallen Academy, only students wearing gold badges can enter the fourth level and control all the movements of the entire banquet.

Just like the freshman who broke the glass bottle containing orange perfume last year, Xie Rong clearly saw it at a glance, but only arrived late after the other person had been reprimanded by several ministers of the student union.

A student with a silver badge on his chest carried a tray and carefully made his way up to the fourth floor.

On his tray were four glasses of wine of different colors, corresponding to the four people he was to give them to.

At the round table in the middle of the hall, a dealer dressed in a black and white suit is dealing cards.

Xie Rong sat in the main seat, and to his left sat Xu Xi, who was sitting in a relaxed posture.

To his right sat a boy whose posture was in stark contrast to Xu Xi's.

The boy had short hair parted in a 3/7 ratio, sharp and cold brow bones, thin, straight lips without any curve, and a thin jaw. His cold and deep facial features were uncompromising, just like him.

He had just picked up a card from his fingertips and tossed it out when Xu Xi clicked his tongue in annoyance and slammed all the cards in his hand onto the table. "Wang Chengxiu, you feed Xie Rong whatever cards he plays. Are you his dog?"

Before Wang Chengxiu could say anything, Chu Mu, sitting opposite Xie Rong, couldn't help but laugh, revealing a tiger tooth. He winked at Xie Rong, his handsome face radiating youthful energy that even a rainy day couldn't wash away. "Senior, I told you before, don't play with those two, they're bound to start arguing."

"President, this is a drink I specially mixed for you all," the student carrying the tray said, taking advantage of the moment when the group had stopped playing cards and started chatting. He then brought the first glass of light orange wine to Xie Rong.

Xie Rong didn't touch the glass of wine, but smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Everyone was having fun at the banquet tonight, it's kind of you to remember us."

The three people at the table remained silent, their gazes a mix of mockery, indifference, and intriguing observation.

The boy who delivered the wine blushed and kept stealing glances at Xie Rong's hand resting on the table.

Her fingers were long and slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, and especially her slender wrist inside her cuffs, any boy randomly picked from Palen Academy could easily wrap his arm around it and leave a red mark that looked like a mark.

Although the chairman comes from a noble family, he never puts on airs in front of them. Even if they scratch his wrist, they certainly won't blame them.

But he immediately came to his senses and couldn't help feeling ashamed that he had such disgusting fantasies about such a gentle president!

"Go down and play with everyone," Xie Rong reminded him with a smile.

"Ah...okay," the boy said, his face showing disappointment at not being able to see Xie Rong taste the drink he had personally mixed, and he left reluctantly.

Xu Xi watched the boy's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs and said cryptically, "Aren't you supposed to be a saint? How can you bear to see your lackey leave disappointed?"

Xie Rong glanced at him, and Wang Chengxiu, who was standing to the side, stood up, picked up the wine glass next to Xie Rong, and poured all the wine into the potted plant by the wall.

“Xie Rong never drinks drinks mixed by others,” Wang Chengxiu poured another glass of wine at the bar not far away, handed it to Xie Rong, met Xu Xi’s gaze, and said calmly, “His stomach can’t handle it.”