Rose petals rained down from the dome depicting the murals, obscuring the view. It was like a traveler walking on Mount Fuji in late spring, where a gentle breeze could sweep away a whole tree of cherry blossoms, which would then settle on the traveler's clothes.
Such a charming opening was of course the work of Tang Luoluo. This person in charge, who has a great sense of aesthetics, bought up almost half of the greenhouse roses in Haishan this afternoon, and then used more than a dozen large trucks to transport them to the entrance of Duanmu Pavilion. After a period of nitpicking and selection, only the carefully selected rose petals were qualified to appear at this time.
The guests standing in the hall were pleasantly surprised. Seeing such a magnificent scene in this season of withered flowers and trees made them even more eager for what was to come.
"ladadtl, I am Chu Xinsu from the School of Literature. On behalf of the host, I would like to welcome you to Duanmu Pavilion!" It was Chu Xinsu who spoke. This flamboyant office colleague had been urgently pulled by Duanmu Ci to act as the master of ceremonies tonight, but it was hard to say whether it was a good idea.
Chu Xinsu was dressed in a sharp black suit, with a white handkerchief folded in his jacket pocket. He had a gentle smile on his face and looked like a well-mannered gentleman. He didn't show any of his usual lazy demeanor. "Night has fallen. I'm sure everyone is hungry. Gentlemen, please raise your glasses and drink. Ladies, you can have some pastries."
This is part of the party schedule arranged by Tang Luoluo... eating.
The lavish buffet was quickly set up by the waiters and placed on more than a dozen long tables. These waiters were specially transferred from the Hilton Hotel by Duanmu Ci, and the food was also prepared by the Hilton's kitchen, so he owed Aslan a favor.
Chu Xinsu picked up her wine glass, "HR!"
"HR!" Everyone raised their glasses in response.
Actually, Chu Xinsu, a Chinese literature professor, didn't want to switch to English. He really wanted to shout "Cheers!" in a grand and heroic manner. But thinking about the scene of a hundred or two well-dressed club representatives raising their glasses and shouting "Cheers!" together, Chu Xinsu decided he couldn't resist. So he quickly switched to English mode...
Today, all the drinks served here are low-alcohol wines. After all, if a large number of students get drunk and something uncontrollable happens, no matter how influential Duanmu Ci is, he can't cover it up in front of the school. After all, there are quite a few second-generation rich kids of all kinds at Haishan University.
Xu Chuncheng and Xu Youmei's family runs a long-distance transportation business, so they often get to eat some rare delicacies. In other words, these two siblings are foodies.
The dark red Australian lobster, the succulent black tuna, and even the golden-fried pumpkin cakes (which are filling) were served on silver platters by the waiters on the long table, making the guests, who had already eaten dinner, still quite hungry.
"Please don't be shy, everyone, and enjoy the delicious food!" Chu Xinsu's voice rang out at the opportune moment.
Xu Youmei ate a piece of chocolate first, the rich flavor melting on her tongue, and she squinted her eyes slightly.
The chocolate maker is a Belgian chef from Brussels, the famous "chocolate capital." Just look at Xu Youmei's expression; you can probably tell what "deservedly famous" means.
"Hehe, Xu Chuncheng, don't you keep an eye on your sister? She's so old and still eating chocolate, aren't you afraid of being laughed at? Even if you're not afraid of being laughed at, you should at least care about whether you're gaining weight!" Qi Yingbai, the president of the ski club, appeared behind them at some point.
"It looks really bad!" President Qi concluded.
Xu Youmei stared intently at Qi Yingbai and suddenly said, "President Qi, you have wasabi on your lips. You should be more careful when you eat. Don't make a mess like a child."
Qi Yingbai subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, only to find nothing there. He immediately realized he had been tricked and glared angrily.
Xu Chuncheng laughed heartily, and Xu Youmei ate another piece of chocolate...
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However, the main theme of this social event was not food; in fact, it was just an appetizer.
According to Tang Luoluo's designed activity flow, we should now move on to the next segment.
So what else is there besides banquets in formal social settings? The answer is, balls.
So the next topic is dancing.
Chu Xinsu stood in front of the microphone, signaling the messengers to remove the food and long tables, and the hall became empty again. Many students from the Faculty of Arts were puzzled as to why this teacher who taught Chinese was speaking English. "The much-anticipated ball is about to begin. Please take your partner's hand. Now, please enjoy the music!"
As the last syllable of that sentence faded away, Shostakovich's lyrical waltz began to play. The boys strode confidently into the dance floor, arm in arm with their female partners, and began to dance to the music. The boys' black leather shoes and the girls' white high heels crisscrossed on the smooth wooden floor, creating a strange harmony.
All students at Haishan University took the same dance class during their first semester, and it was a required course. Therefore, everyone present danced quite well, with graceful movements; no one was shy, and everyone danced to the rhythm of the music, gradually building up the atmosphere of the dance.
Even Chu Xinsu has found a dance partner, rumored to be a girl from the Foreign Languages Institute...
Everyone here has found a dance partner; almost no one is alone, except for Tang Luoluo.
She didn't bring a dance partner, nor did she accept any invitations. She simply stood aside watching others dance, all alone, her eyes occasionally drifting towards the dancers...
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