Chapter 150 Let Zebulun get the second place in the final exam to get familiar with it
Although there were rumors among the crowd that the queen was coming, almost no one took it seriously. This speculation was mixed with other things and was eventually forgotten.
Everyone's attention was on the dance party, and they immediately changed direction after complaining. No one tried to find out the reasons behind it.
But Edith thought the guess was very likely.
"Didn't the dormitory manager come to count the number of people at the dance a few days ago?" She turned her head and said, "The number of people can't have suddenly increased. There's no reason to think that the area is not enough and temporarily change the venue."
Heda was a little out of it: "Why is that?"
"Because someone of higher status is coming." A voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two. Edith turned around and saw that Tuttle had stood beside them without knowing when. He looked forward and said calmly, "The original auditorium is only suitable for students to play. If we really want to receive distinguished guests, we must change to a banquet hall of higher standards."
Edith craned her neck and looked back—there were so many people around, packed so tightly together, how did Tuttle suddenly get in?
"So you all think it's the Queen who's here?" Hedda probably understood the logic, moved closer to Edith, and lowered her voice, "Then why don't you just say it directly?"
"I guess he doesn't want to be the center of attention at the dance."
Edith was not sure either. "After all, it's only this year, and her three children will be attending the academy at the same time. It's normal that she doesn't want to come as the queen, but just as a mother."
Thinking about something else, she was not careful and stepped on the hem of Hedain's skirt that suddenly spread over her when he leaned in to talk. Before she could exclaim, Tuttle stretched out an arm and held her waist steadily from the side.
Edith subconsciously let go of Hedda's hand, stretched out, and stabilized her balance with the help of both parties: "Thank you."
I really don't understand what those people who designed the big skirts were thinking.
Hedda was so frightened that she screamed, but Tuttle seemed very calm and shook his head slightly to indicate that it was not necessary.
Then, his hand loosened from her waist, slid down, and naturally held Edith's arm.
Edith: ""
What is this doing.
She frowned and looked up at the other person's profile.
Tuttle looked straight ahead: "Look up. It is not in accordance with etiquette to bow your head when entering a room."
While they were talking, they had already followed the crowd to the entrance of the banquet hall. After the fall incident, the line to enter the banquet hall was interrupted and ended in front of the three of them.
The guide at the door paused for a moment at the contact between the two people's bodies, and naturally extended his cane, assigned Heda to the back row, and kindly informed: "Individual participants, please enter through the left door."
Heda: “???”
Her eyes widened, and she raised her hands that were holding the hem of her skirt and pointed them at her face: "Me, an individual participant?"
"I have a partner!"
She turned around to look for her, but unexpectedly, the moment she adjusted her skirt, Edith was lost in the crowd and could no longer be seen.
Hedda: “…”
Ying.
......
"I thought you had no interest in this kind of dance."
Inside the banquet hall, the teachers who had received the news of the change of venue arrived early. A few unlucky ones were sent to maintain order, while the rest enjoyed the rare quietness and cleared their ears for the noisy sounds that had filled the hall for a while.
This time, Bertram invited the astrology teacher who had just taken office at the academy to be his dance partner. The girl wore a pair of thick glasses, and even though she was always hunched over, she still couldn't hide her tall figure.
He knew at first sight that she would look absolutely beautiful when dressed up, so he decisively invited her a month in advance. However, no matter how beautiful a dance partner was, she would not be as curious as a good friend at this moment.
"I know you won't take the initiative to invite people. When I heard you were coming, I thought someone had invited you." He briefly explained to his female companion, walked over, and leaned on the railing on the second floor of the banquet hall with Shelly, looking down, "Boring...Are you so unsuccessful that you don't even have a dance partner?"
If Bertram had been reduced to coming to the ball alone, he would have been too ashamed to leave the house.
"You talk a lot." Shelly said calmly, his eyes lingering at the entrance, scanning every person who entered, "Why aren't you in a hurry to dance with your new partner?"
"Stop talking. People in the Astrology Academy are all weird." Bertram suddenly came over and lowered his voice with a hint of resentment in his tone. "She is completely different before and after she agreed. I tell you--"
He was halfway through his words when he followed Shelly's gaze towards the door and suddenly fell silent.
"...Goddess is above."
Bertram sighed: "Students look really different when they are dressed up and when they are not."
A blonde girl whose face could not be seen walked in holding the hand of the boy beside her. Her hair was tied up, exposing her shoulders and neck completely. The sparkling necklace between her collarbone matched with her dark green dress, like a drop of dew on a green leaf in midsummer.
The boy next to her was also wearing green, but the color was darker, and only a little of its original color could be seen under the reflection of the light. The two of them matched each other in dark and light colors, which was very pleasing to the eye at first glance.
"It's great to be young." Bertram stroked his chest and looked at the boy's cuffs embroidered with patterns with envy. "It would be weird for me to wear a dress with obvious embroidery at my age."
The astrology teacher not far away raised his head after hearing the voice, looked at his dance partner who was wearing a bright red dress full of lace, and was silent for a moment.
......As long as you are happy.
Bertram was unaware of the silence behind him. He looked at the students in groups downstairs with satisfaction, nodding and praising them in his heart.
This is a dance! Young boys and girls holding hands, dancing to the music, instead of coming alone like Scott did -
——Click.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of breaking glass.
"What?" Bertram turned around and saw Shirley's hand retracting his wand as if nothing had happened. "...You broke the railing?"
He seemed to see the crack on the glass the moment he turned his head.
"No." Shelly lowered his eyes and looked quietly through the railing at the first floor. His eyes were calm without a trace of emotion.
"It's just broken, otherwise why would you repair it?" Bertram closed his eyes and felt the residual magic in the air, and quickly became interested, "I smell the smell of lies."
"Why are you so anxious? Who did you see? Is it the new assistant teacher in your School of Pharmacy—"
"I said, no."
Shirley raised his eyelids, glanced at the astrology teacher standing behind him, raised his chin, and signaled her to drag him away. The other party was very tactful, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Bertram, and pulled him directly to the stairs.
Bertram tried to struggle: "Why? Tell me, I can help you analyze it——"
The sound stopped abruptly.
It seemed that the girl had covered Bertram's mouth.
Shelly exhaled slowly and breathed at a steady pace, but his brain was experiencing symptoms similar to hypoxia.
After the touch just now, he could see that the railing was not very solid, so he took two steps back, leaned against the pillar, closed his eyes and relaxed.
What the teacher wants to do is the teacher's own choice and he has no right to interfere.
...but why lie to him.
She had plainly said that she had come to the dance with Miss Turner.
......
"Sorry." Before Edith could ask, Tuttle quickly let go of her hand, took a step to the left, and put two fists away from her. "It was an emergency just now."
Edith shook her head: "It's okay."
Although she didn't think that a little impoliteness at a student dance was an "emergency," Tuttle didn't do anything after all, so she couldn't question or blame him.
She looked up and looked around. "So where's Hedda?"
Nearly a thousand people had already poured into the banquet hall. Even though Hedda's long skirt was very recognizable, it was basically blocked by the crowd and the banquet tables. Edith searched in vain, and it was not easy to go against the flow of people to look for it at the door, so she had to continue forward under the guidance.
"It's okay. Maybe we'll meet each other later." Tuttle comforted her, followed Edith forward, and continued the topic before she fell, "Do you think the Queen came to the ball as a 'mother'?"
Edith's attention briefly shifted away from Hedda. "What else?"
This was a student dance, and although there were many family heirs, by the time these people succeeded to the throne, the queen would probably no longer be in office. Apart from her concern for the children, she really didn't think there was anything here worth her trip.
"It could be you?" Tuttle said lightly, "After all, you are now considered the top contender for the Zebulon League title. As the lord of the kingdom, it is understandable that you want to come and see the opponent of your heir."
Edith narrowed her eyes. "Me?"
She felt that she was not yet to the point where the queen would be afraid of her.
Tuttle heard the doubt in Edith's tone. He stopped, took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray beside him, handed it to Edith, and then took a glass for himself: "You think it's not worth it?"
"If Zebulon really loses." He lowered his eyes and took a sip of his wine, "What do you think will happen?"
Edith hadn't really thought about it.
To be honest, she still had no real feelings about the league. In her opinion, it was just a competition set up within the college to motivate students to study. It was limited in scope and at most had more value because of the good source of students and good family background.
But after going through several competitions, feeling the madness of the newspaper office firsthand, and receiving more and more attention - both normally and now - she finally had a more concrete understanding of the competition.
"The prize carefully prepared by the Queen will fall into my hands. This is a small loss of money." Edith thought, "What else? Will the reputation of the royal family be damaged by this?"
"That's impossible." She quickly rejected her own idea. "I surpassed Ivan and got first place in the grade, but no one bothered me. This shows that the public has a psychological expectation that 'even members of the royal family may not get first place'."
"The common people have it, but the prince's faction doesn't." Tuttle's smile faded a little bit. "Ordinary royal family members can, but the heir can't. Zebulon's popularity is lower than Ursula's. If he doesn't win the league again - and loses to a commoner despite having excellent resources, he will probably have no chance of becoming king."
The Queen certainly doesn't want a one-sided situation to occur.
I think the biggest threat to the Prince Faction right now is not me...
Ivan's face appeared in Edith's mind.
There is a person with fantasies in the dark.
"It doesn't matter." Edith shrugged and suddenly smiled. "It just so happens that I took the third grade paper this year."
"Before we get second place in the league, we can let Zebulon get second place in the final exam to familiarize himself with it."
…
Zebulon on the second floor suddenly sneezed without any warning.
"What's wrong?" The disguised queen raised her head and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Zebulun was also shocked at how he could suddenly be rude. "Sorry, mother."
He couldn't help but glance downstairs. The queen followed her son's gaze and raised the corner of her mouth.
"Don't call me mother today."
Her eyes finally stopped on the blonde girl on the first floor.
"Edith Griffin."
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