Chapter 22 Preparation for the talent show
A cunning rabbit may not have three burrows, but a rich and willful fox certainly does.
The elevator stopped at the top floor of the apartment and then gently opened two gorgeous doors.
Lancelot led the wet rabbits to a property near his.
It was his first time staying overnight at someone else's house. Youan stopped at the entrance and slowly changed into slippers. The thin fabric of his clothes stuck to his back, and his spine was slightly arched, like a bow covered with moon-like gauze.
"Poor thing, you're soaked."
The twisting rabbit tail brushed against the skin on the back of his hand. Lancelot narrowed his eyes imperceptibly and moved his hand away.
He took a half step back, leaning lazily against the doorframe, and asked in a nonchalant tone, "So, where did you go? Why did he leave you hanging around in a convenience store like a pathetic little homeless person?"
It was just a little rain, so how could it be considered pitiful? Youan curled his ears, thinking that the rich people's understanding of suffering was really superficial.
"Xin Fei's father's prosthetic limb is broken, so I'm going to help fix it." You An omitted the part about the dungeon, explaining that he was not deliberately shirking training.
"oh……"
Lancelot swallowed the question that was about to come out of his mouth: "Don't the people who ask you out know that being considerate to the person you date is basic etiquette?"
He was about to put on a smiling face, but then he seemed to realize something and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "Can you repair it?"
"Because it's not very serious." Youan touched his nose.
Lancelot paused, his gaze lingered briefly on his face, and he raised his eyebrows: "Quite talented." After saying that, he turned around and walked slowly into the house.
As it passed by Youan, the big, fluffy, warm tail behind him swung casually and gently patted his lower back.
You Tuantuan, who was squatting on top of Youan, received the signal, happily hugged his brother's soft rabbit ears, and pushed forward like holding the lever of an aircraft, commanding the "Youan" to quickly enter the territory of the fox boss.
Lancelot really knew how to enjoy life. A gorgeous and soft carpet was spread in the bedroom, which made his feet feel light when he stepped on it. Facing him was a floor-to-ceiling window that offered an unobstructed view of the night view, making him feel as if he was in the clouds.
Youan rested his forehead against the glass and looked down curiously at the buildings he had been looking up at not long ago, which were twinkling like stars.
Well, there's nothing more extravagant than having the stars under your feet.
"Isn't it great? No one will notice what you do here."
Lancelot's suppressed laughter came from the side, adding a touch of ambiguity to the quiet night, and then he said in a lazy tone -
"For example, you can transform into a beast and roll around as much as you want."
Youan lowered his head in a daze.
Soft cushions made of different fabrics are scattered around, obviously for the convenience of lying down elegantly anywhere when the atavism period comes.
Youan turned his head to look at the furnishings in the room, and his attention was attracted by a wooden sculpture in the shape of a fox. He carefully stretched out his finger and poked the top of the fox's head.
Then a 3D image popped up above its head——
The elegant couple smiled gracefully, with a handsome red fox orc boy standing in their center. If you ignore the red fox cub, tied head to tail, wrapped around the woman's neck as a scarf, grinning lazily and yawning... this is a family portrait brimming with aristocratic charm.
Youan pointed at the boy puzzledly and asked, "Is this you?"
"No, it's my brother."
Lancelot hummed vaguely, holding Youan's fingers, and moved his hand towards the scarf-covered fox cub coiled around the woman's neck. He looked quite proud and flicked his tail, "This is me. My fur is more beautiful than his."
"Oh...but..."
"No buts, I'm just prettier than him."
Lancelot leaned closer, his eyes narrowed like a surly dictator, and with a sinister smile, he reminded Youan, "You'd better be able to tell the difference. We are not alike at all."
You An nodded repeatedly: "I can tell the difference, I can tell the difference..."
Yu Tuantuan, who was not standing firmly on his head, staggered down and fell into Lancelot's palm, which caught him in time.
He also imitated Youan's tone, like a recording puppet, curling up his paws and repeating dazedly: "You are beautiful, you are beautiful..."
Of course, Youan wouldn't be confused because his brother's eyes were lavender, different from others.
"We are half-brothers." Lancelot pulled out a drawer, took out a handkerchief, folded it in half, and spread it out. He watched the soft, glutinous little rabbit ball slowly cocoon onto the handkerchief before continuing, "My father accepted a political marriage early in life. When Granton fell, we had different ideologies and divorced peacefully... Later, he met my mother and gave birth to me."
After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he just realized that it was a bit strange to introduce his family situation to someone he had just met. He glanced at the other person and saw a dazed expression on his face.
"What are you thinking about, sir?" Lancelot shrugged. "There's no quarreling in my family."
Having said that, Euan was aware that the marriage of a commoner and a noble would always trigger rumors, especially since the previous marriage ended suddenly. Even though that was not the case, the media was good at making up a good drama.
Because he often saw various news about the private lives of aristocrats on Star Network, he was reluctant to buy a membership to block them, so he could only stare at these annoying advertisements occupying the screen for more than ten seconds.
A full ten seconds was enough for him to solve an advanced number sequence problem!
"You guessed right—there were rumors flying around for a while about me being an illegitimate child, and many people compared me to him... It's really unfair. We're almost seven years apart in age, and while I was still a student, he was already a very successful man in the military..."
A strange tone hummed from Lancelot's nose, and soon he lazily fell on the big bed in the bedroom, nodding his mouth to signal Youan to look up -
"But surpassing him is not a difficult task."
As a certain position of the bedpost was activated, a crack suddenly appeared in the flat ceiling above, sliding open silently and swiftly -
Several sleek particle guns were neatly mounted on the racks. The unique metal of the lightsaber reflected a frightening cold light, flowing through the matte coating of the pistol. Following closely behind were the Golden Crow bow, dagger, heavy sword, triangular spear... They were surrounded by mechanical components of different models, forming an exquisite and perfect geometric structure, surrounding the scarlet whip handle in the center of the booth.
The unique cold smell of metal filled the entire room with smoke in an instant, as if with just a snap of fingers, the ceiling could become the gate of death.
What a master of all martial arts.
When such a large amount of reserves was put out there, the black gang's eyes sparkled, the patrolman was ready to open shop, and a little rabbit was confused and panicked.
Youan seemed to hear a buzzing in his head. He couldn't imagine that someone had stored a layer of mechanical weapons on the ceiling of his bedroom. He was even more shocked that most of these things were made by him.
This is simply! His! Tax evasion exhibition!
Lancelot modestly said that this was only a part of the collection of ghost works. He looked straight at Youan with his tail raised, and his eyes flashed with unconcealable pride.
The short-circuited brain was sparking to restart, and Yuan never expected that the enthusiastic customer who had always taken care of his business was actually Lancelot!
Youan opened his mouth weakly: "Wow..."
Lancelot was quite satisfied with his reaction. He took out a sleek particle gun and expertly disassembled its core components. "Here, this is it."
When Lancelot was in high school, he participated in an important combat match, but the weapon he prepared was accidentally damaged before the match.
Fortunately, he found a modification component he needed on the trading website. He originally wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect the effect after assembly to be beyond his imagination. He won a great victory and went home to show off the trophy that even his brother couldn't get.
This month-long show-off finally came to an end when a red fox, which was even bigger than him, couldn't stand it anymore and started chasing him and biting his butt.
Although it is a bit childish, it at least protects the self-esteem and dignity that were eroded by rumors during adolescence.
As the other party recalled the memories full of emotion, Youan tilted his head, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. Suddenly he remembered that it was the first mechanical component he had sold!
Although the numbers don't seem perfect now, I never thought that they would help Lancelot.
Youan shook his ears and his face felt a little hot. He didn't know whether he should sigh about the subtlety of fate.
Filled with emotion, he reached out to touch his first component work, but was ruthlessly slapped away.
Lancelot reminded with a smile: "Sir, you have to look."
So Yuan could only look up obediently, put his hands behind his back, and admire these lumps of metal that were all made by his own hands with an attitude of appreciating a work of art.
You Tuantuan didn't understand at all. He tilted his head and scratched with his hind paws. What was so good about it? There were plenty of them in his brother's cupboard. He could always make a new one.
Perhaps overwhelmed by the joy of winning the competition, Lancelot began to pay attention to the then unknown mechanics. Whenever a mechanical component was put on the shelf, he had to buy it as soon as possible.
Even if more people recognize the value of the grain and it gradually becomes popular, he can still buy it from others at a high price. Even if the model does not match at all, it will not prevent it from becoming a commemorative grain in the arsenal!
Hearing that the other party had spent ten times the price to acquire it, You An's pupils trembled, and he even felt a little heartbroken.
Boss, you are confused!
His original goal was to make some affordable and cheap products. Except for the custom whip, some of the precious metal parts of the other components were just picked up from the wreckage of the mecha in the scrap area.
Youan thought regretfully that he should have just held an auction earlier, while shifting his gaze to the custom-made whip in the middle.
"I couldn't imagine there was such an excellent mechanic in the world, so when he was willing to accept a custom weapon, I asked him to make this—"
Noticing Euan's gaze, Lancelot gave him a look of satisfaction that said "you have great taste" and took it off to show it off generously.
The heavy whip handle fell into his hand, making him squint his eyes in satisfaction. A kind of adoring and crazy feeling was spreading from his eyes which were as deep as a blue lake.
Lancelot admired in a calm voice: "It is a real beauty."
Oh my god…
A puff of white smoke was about to emerge from his head. Youan put his fingers on the crotch of his pants and scratched it, feeling a little embarrassed and guilty about the other party's flattery that he regarded as a treasure.
Lancelot thought that his silence was probably due to him being impressed by the ghost's ability.
"Don't be so sullen! You're already one of the top freshmen." Lancelot, still remembering his discovery of the man's new skill, raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Didn't you kindly help a new healing student you just met fix his father's prosthetic limb today? Most mechanical engineering students can't do that."
You An lowered his eyes and repeated: "...just fix it, just fix it."
Lancelot snorted and held his face, rubbing it as rabbits usually do.
To be honest, the soft touch felt just like kneading dough, and this lump of dough didn't show any resistance at all. It just squinted its eyes and shook its head, making a few vague "hmm" sounds.
It's really addictive.
Lancelot kneaded the rabbits for a long time in a good mood and ended the chat. He turned around and went to the bathroom to enjoy his nursing time, letting the rabbits do as they pleased.
You An watched his back as he walked away and bowed deeply. You Tuantuan beside him followed suit, retracting his paws and performing the rabbit head hitting the ground.
——It’s hard to imagine that the top sponsor with a lot of money and a fool is right next to me.
Lancelot's property only has one bedroom, and the rest of the rooms are used for other purposes, which means that Euan has the honor of enjoying the only luxurious bed.
"Wow! Smells so good! Today I'm the Scented Bunny!"
A small ball of chestnut fluff jumped out of the bathroom, its fluffy and thick rabbit fur smelling of high-end shampoo.
You Tuantuan, like a dandelion, jumped into the small cushion beside the pillow with a chirping sound, tilted his head and fell down with a thud, just like Lancelot falling onto the sofa.
That is, if it doesn't lie on its back and scratches its belly with its front paws.
Lancelot sat on the bed, his knuckles on the trigger of his pistol, squinting slightly at the light and admiring it—
"call!"
The dwarf rabbit orc in baggy pajamas followed closely behind, pounced onto the bed, and stretched himself into an arched position. His thin milky-colored waist was more dazzling than the light, and looked like a candy with half of its sugar coating peeled off.
Lancelot glanced up, turned the trigger between his fingers, and wiped the gun barrel slowly.
The luxurious bed was indeed great. Youan rolled over twice, bumped noses with You Tuantuan, rolled back again, and patted the place next to him: "Lance, come here quickly, it's warm and comfortable!"
"Of course it's comfortable, this is my bed...Okay, stop rolling around, I don't want to sleep on wrinkled sheets."
Lancelot lifted the quilt and slowly lay down, but he had no intention of falling asleep in a hurry. He leaned against the soft pillow, his attention focused on the light screen in front of him.
Before he could watch for long, the sound of very shallow breathing came into his ears like dandelion seeds.
Lancelot had to turn his head and look to his side.
In less than five minutes, Youan fell asleep in his bed with the quilt wrapped around him, defenseless. Half of his face was buried softly in the pillow, and a strand of his red hair was held in his palm, as if he had to hold on to something in order to sleep peacefully.
What's wrong.
The triangular fox ears, which exuded the scent of hair-protecting essential oil, turned back a little. Lancelot chuckled and said, "You quite know how to enjoy yourself," then lifted the quilt and huddled in.
Then, the light screen displaying the Dwarf Rabbit Orc B-Class Mechanic Qualification Certificate went out along with the bedroom lights.
Youan slept so soundly that night that when he woke up in a daze, he was a little confused about the fox paw that was placed on his waist like a black glove.
"Lancelot, it's time for you to regress." Youan pushed gently, and his palm inevitably sank into the fluffy white hair on the other's chest.
He blinked, and while the big fox in front of him was still unconscious, he spread his five fingers and rubbed it quickly.
The silky and thick touch was so good that You An glanced up his head quietly, silently praying to do it again, but his hands were placed on the other's chest and rubbed again and again.
"Um?"
The big red fox felt comfortable being touched all over. It raised its head, raised its eyelids lazily, and stuck its mouth directly into the crook of Youan's neck which was constantly shrinking.
He purred his ears, whimpering, and hugged the person with his two front paws, squeezing him in his arms until the familiar scent was inhaled into his lungs.
Lancelot opened his eyes quickly.
Awake.
“Crack, crack…”
The crispy and crunchy animal milk stick was held in You Tuantuan's mouth and was shrinking rapidly.
After eating one, You Tuantuan licked the crumbs on the corner of his mouth, took out a new one from the package, and tried to poke it into the mouth of the huge fox head placed on the table.
"Thank you, honey, I won't eat this stuff. It's too high in sugar."
He doesn't want to turn into a red loaf of bread.
Lancelot yawned tiredly with his tongue curled up, his tail dragging on the carpet as he swam around. He condescended to lick the flower tea that Youan had made for him in a bowl.
His beast form is much larger than an ordinary fox, with erect pointed ears with clear outlines, a slender body and perfect proportions, and a layer of dazzling red hair covering his body, like an untamed flame.
You An looked at him eagerly: "Can I touch you?"
"Touch me, I'm very generous." Lancelot raised his head and took the initiative to put it on the other's palm.
Hmm!
What a feel!
Youan's eyes sparkled!
Just as the rabbits were surrounding the big fox, touching and rubbing it here and there, a light screen popped up on Youan's new computer.
"Who sent you a message so early?"
Lancelot spoke from behind him, and without waiting for a reply, he easily placed his large head on his shoulder.
You An generously followed his lead, and the Rising Stars Tournament schedule on the screen caught their eye. The two of them quickly digested the key information—
A talent show of rising stars will be held in two weeks. This closing performance will account for 40% of the total score, a full 20% more than in previous years.
Lancelot could no longer sit still. He injected an injection of animal inhibitor into his arm and hurried back to school with his men.
After watching the dwarf rabbit orc happily run into the classroom with its ears shaking, he quickly walked towards the student union office.
For some reason, these past few days, a group of healing people who had always turned a deaf ear to the outside world suddenly flocked into the rabbit-luring group.
They immediately hit it off with the strategic department known as the planning maniacs, and strictly implemented the vote-rigging strategy day and night. They had voted to the point of not knowing what the world was. Coupled with the video playback at the training ground, Youan's popularity soared and he advanced into the top five.
This is a good thing, but the bad thing is that the talent show score ratio suddenly increased.
The sudden changes have invisibly put the seemingly small gap at risk of widening.
Subject: [Does anyone think the format change is unfair?]
1L: Why such a sudden change? It's hard not to suspect it's a targeted move!
2L: I give up. Some people shouldn’t think too highly of themselves. They don’t know how much they weigh. They even target people…
3L: It doesn't matter. There are benefits to increasing the proportion of talent shows. The popular stars selected by fan circles are indeed very fake.
4L: I wanted to say this last year... What a superficial world, people are completely mesmerized by a face.
5L: Where does the water come from? The extra votes are all earned by ourselves!
6L: I can't help it. The organizers have the final say. Besides, being able to leave the best performance at the talent show is actually a good thing, right? Anyway, I'm really looking forward to it!
7L: Now it’s clear who is the most anxious, haha!
8L: Taking the inspirational route is a way to gain popularity, but to be frank, it's still empty talk. It's at this point that I start to blame the competition system.
9L: Ultimately, you have to be strong in all aspects to participate in the competition. Otherwise, you will only bring shame upon yourself and make me scratch my toes just thinking about it!
10L: Do you think Kalix was hired specifically to build momentum? After all, he has a wealthy backer behind him!
11L: Let me find out who you are and beat the shit out of you @10L
…
At this time, the Student Union Office was still as quiet as usual, even though there was a rare visitor.
"A simple popularity contest is unfair. This decision is made to improve the fun and quality of the competition." The student union president shrugged and gave an official explanation.
Lancelot gave him a false smile to show his understanding, then turned around and slammed the door and left.
Bullshit.
The talents that nobles can easily acquire require ordinary families to spend a lot of resources to cultivate. This structural injustice makes Lancelot quite unhappy, so much so that his concern about winning or losing the bet, like the anger in his heart, reaches its peak at this moment.
Just when he found Youan after class and planned to discuss with him how to teach those arrogant mediocre people a lesson at the talent show—
"Yin Pei said that the Hiram Harp is very popular recently. I want to try learning this piece."
The music on the light screen was dancing with cheerful notes, and Lancelot quickly recognized it as the theme song of the Wisp in the Bottle.
The bunny tail curled into a ball behind Youan was twisting to the rhythm, and he had no idea how many people were staring at his butt.
"It should be a performance on a big and beautiful stage, right? If Tuan Tuan saw it, they would definitely be surprised!" Youan looked up at him with his two round obsidian eyes, blinking slowly, "Lance, do you think this is a good idea?"
At that moment, Lancelot felt as if a ball of honey ice cream fell into his heart and melted softly.
“…Excellent.”
He opened his mouth and heard a quick reply escape from his lips.
So a musical instrument lesson was added to Youan's schedule. Amid the gloating teasing of Quan Yi and others, Lancelot was now visibly busy.
The next day, after class, the red-haired noble, carrying his violin case, walked through the bustling crowd across half of the campus and appeared at the door of the Strategy Department classroom on time.
"Oh, he's here!" Yin Pei held up his face and sighed to his deskmate who was packing his backpack.
She also wanted to go and watch Youan practice the piano and record some material. After all, there were a bunch of people waiting for food on the forum.
Unfortunately, something went wrong with her project assignment and she was asked to rewrite it by the irritable Professor Laura.
This poor female university student was a diligent and good student before entering the university. However, since entering this highly-recommended major, she only wants to see big-chested male models wearing nipple chains and dancing erotically. She will explode immediately after taking one more look at the literature.
Yin Pei rubbed his hands into his thinning hair and said, "Damn it! How could the professor see through my fabricated data at a glance?"
"It's simple, because the data she couldn't find after searching through all the ancient documents and databases appears perfectly in your project report." You An, carrying his bag, clicked on the light screen to receive the adapted music score she sent.
In return, he asked if there was anything he could do for him.
Yin Pei waved his hand nonchalantly, wanting to say that he could handle it, but suddenly something occurred to him and his expression froze. "Okay, there is indeed one. I need to rewrite it. I might not have time to work as a part-time waiter at a banquet this weekend."
"It's okay, I'll go for you."
Youan had already noticed the red tail wagging at the classroom door and agreed very readily.
The students of Class 01 of the Strategy Department expressed a little regret that they could no longer pester Teacher Rabbit to answer questions after class. They could only watch as their straight-A student said politely goodbye to the professor and went to the classical orchestra's practice room with the red fox.
You An slurped the nutritious milk in the bottle and said that the practice room was very close to his classroom and they could meet there directly.
"Don't even think about it. Who knows who you'll run off with and stand me up." Lancelot just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, quickly rejected the other party's proposal, and pulled him to the practice room.
The Hiram Harp is like a floating lyre, made entirely of special blue crystals that emit streamer particles.
When playing, one needs to wear a special ring and release mental power when plucking the strings. The flowing light particles made of special metals and meteorite powder will float into various pictures with extremely ethereal high-frequency overtones.
The extremely elegant and spectacular performance is like controlling the stars in the sky.
——At least that's what happened when Lancelot demonstrated it.
Soon, the harp came into Youan's hands.
The light and shadow by the window outlined the upright body lines. It must be said that Youan's posture was very standard, and every angle seemed to have been carefully calculated.
His eyelashes were slightly half-closed, a smile was on his lips, and every strand of his chestnut hair was immersed in the sunlight, as if covered with a layer of delicate light golden gauze, making him look as pure as a newly born god.
But it is not the innocence and warmth nurtured by an ivory tower. It is like a spring with splashing water flowing upstream along the muddy rocks and converging on the top of the snow-capped mountain.
The students who crowded around the practice room window to watch subconsciously held their breath, fearing that they would disturb the tranquil lake on the snowy mountain.
Lancelot helped him tidy up his messy hair, took a few steps back, and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, let's try the first section."
Under Lancelot's encouraging gaze, Youan took a deep breath and relaxed his fingers close to the strings.
As his fingertips brushed the strings at a perfect angle, the lake water instantly rippled. Before anyone could settle into their groove, a powerful upward movement erupted! Like a surging, turbulent whirlpool spewing out a giant, sky-swallowing whale, it leaped high with its tail cocked, then twisted its massive body and slammed into the water with a series of thuds and slams!
“Stop! Stop!”
Lancelot's ears drooped, his tail stood on end, and even his back teeth were clenched.
At that moment, he seemed to see a little angel sawing wood, a mountain spring flowing into a muddy swamp, and Beagle, who had been staying at home for three days, raised his head and brayed like a donkey...
Although it didn't get to the point where they were about to jump off the building and die together with him, the students watching had already begun to turn petrified, so he decisively ended this weird and suffocating performance.
You An looked at him innocently: "It doesn't sound good?"
Lancelot pressed his temples, his face pale. "You played it very distinctively. I'll never forget it."
You An put his hands behind his back, a little unconvinced: "I am playing it according to your instruction."
"I popped out like this?"
Lancelot's gaze shifted to the rabbit ears standing straight up on his head, and he flicked them lightly, "Stupid."
What!
This extremely light sound was like a bomb, rolling into the rabbit's ears and exploding in the brain with a bang.
You An was like a puppet with the pause button pressed, his eyes filled with a look of despair. After standing there for a long while, he retreated to a corner, resting his forehead against the cold wall, and whispered in a trembling voice: "I'm stupid... You said I'm stupid..."
A straight-A student who got all the little star badges in kindergarten and whose top grades remained as stable as a rock even after his troublesome parents became drug addicts and gamblers. The comments from others were mixed, but no one ever questioned his learning ability that he was proud of!
Youan pursed his lips and looked at the stunned red-haired noble, then sighed dejectedly.
Alas, money is hard to earn.
When others saw his miserable, ravaged look, they felt a strong pity for him, as if he was not the one who almost drowned in the other person's melody.
They began to chant again: "Hey, Bunny is so good..."
The triangular ears that had been lying down rose up again, keenly capturing these ungrateful sounds.
Lancelot subconsciously raised his chin.
Good? Of course!
His mind couldn't help but recall last night. The person next to him seemed to be sleeping soundly and didn't like to move around. Occasionally, he would make a few uneasy hums in his sleep. He only needed to hug him and gently pat his back, and he would immediately quiet down.
Just as Lancelot put away the smug expression on his face and was about to teach the stupid rabbit his poor musical sense again, there was a commotion at the door of the practice room.
"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you here. We were just about to go to the practice room next door."
A girl in a violet dress walked out from the middle of the separated crowd, followed by a young man with a similar appearance. His expression was cold and distant, and his dark pupils met the gaze of the dwarf rabbit orc who was holding a zither with curious eyes.
Ava Winters extended her hand in a friendly manner. "Are you Euan? Hello, you look even better in person than in the videos. I often watch the rabbit decoy group's updated project videos; they're really interesting."
"Thanks……"
Youan wiped his hands on his clothes and reached out to shake her fingers quickly.
The students around immediately let out excited "Oh"s, exclaiming at this eye-friendly picture, drowning out the dissatisfied clicks of their tongues.
It would be strange if a combat department could understand a cross-disciplinary topic.
Lancelot sneered inwardly and put on a fake smile, "My God, you're so studious."
Ava smiled slightly and quickly changed the topic to the talent show. "By the way, the stage for the talent show is already being planned. I hope our supporters will enjoy the performance..." She paused apologetically and turned to Youan with concern. "The Hiram Harp isn't really the first choice for beginners. It's quite difficult to practice. Luckily you chose a simple piece. If you need any guidance... I'd be happy to help."
Being suddenly addressed, Youan was a little slow to react: "Thank you, but..."
"——But I'm still alive. Thank you for your concern."
Lancelot interrupted with a smile, glanced calmly at the violin case behind Lorion, then turned his head to Youan and said, "Okay, let's go. Perhaps changing to a good place with good feng shui will help you make rapid progress."
Youan's eyes were fixed on the other person's snow-white round ears. When the person next to him nudged him with his elbow, he politely nodded to them and quickly followed Lancelot.
He looked back and saw the two ferret orcs still standing there quietly with a faint smile on their faces.
Until their figures walked away and the onlookers were blocked from view by the closed practice room door, Emma rolled her eyes without caring about her image and sneered with contempt.
"——I'm happy to help you guide~"
Once away from the crowd, Lancelot's expression quickly darkened. In a cold and sarcastic tone, he complained about his bad luck at encountering "two idiots," muttering sarcastically, "Shouldn't we be thankful we're not that unlucky? At least we got here first. If rumors started circulating that we were imitating their talent show, it would be worse than swallowing a sandworm raw..."
You An was not surprised: "I can see that your relationship is very bad."
Lancelot frowned. "Is it obvious?" He recalled his behavior in front of others and said, stroking his face, "I think I have learned the hypocritical social etiquette very well."
"No, it's not you." Youan shook his head and lowered his voice, "Her smile is even more fake than yours."
Lancelot stopped and looked him up and down with admiration: "Sir, I think we have more common topics now."
Youan said "Hey" stupidly, and then heard Lancelot's casual tone come to his ears -
"I'm sorry that my bad mood affected you... I must make it clear that Winters and I used to be friends until I found out that the source of the illegitimate child rumors in school came from them... That's why I hate them."
Youan stopped laughing and stopped walking: "What?"
"Not all nobles view commoners in a friendly way. They value bloodline above all else. My mother is a commoner and once refused to cooperate in business with the Winters family."
Lancelot shrugged nonchalantly, thinking it was all in the past. Noticing Euan's foolish expression, he pinched his cheeks lightly with his fingers and said, "Relax, I beat them so badly in that sparring match that they had to take a year off."
You An held the zither in his arms and weighed it, then nodded with a stern face: "You are so kind."
Lancelot accepted the compliment with a smile: "Of course."
Although practicing the piano is a big challenge for a stubborn rabbit, it does not take up too much of his time. You Anlei continues to work part-time as a delivery man.
It was a sunny day during this period. Ji Qiao bought a new wicker sun hat and asked You Tuantuan to chew two holes in it. He put it on Youan's head and asked him to wear it when he took Heer to deliver food.
Youan shook his head, feeling pretty good. Following Ji Qiao's advice to "be open and honest", he strode to work with his head held high.
Soon, he arrived at a dormitory building according to the address and found that it was Kalix who came to pick up the meal.
The tall leopard orc seemed to have just taken a shower. He came with his bare chest, a sullen face, and raised his chin to look at him, looking at Youan from head to toe.
Perhaps it was because of his bad reputation, just when the combat students passing by thought he was going to cause trouble for Youan, and rubbed their hands and prepared to step forward and show their heroic spirit -
"What kind of stupid hat are you wearing? Is that how Lancelot raised you?"
Calix sneered, snatched several bags of biscuits from Hull's mechanical arm, and before leaving, gave him two thousand White Orchid coins as a tip.
Youan felt that the cat-like beastman's mind was really hard to guess, but it was still pleasant to get a tip, so he decided not to complain to Ji Qiao for the time being.
On the way back, he bought four puddings and while waiting for the clerk to pack them up, he noticed that there were more patrolmen around.
"I heard there are space pirates roaming around nearby, and they seem to be targeting merchant ships on several routes in Granton. I really hope to get rid of these annoying flies as soon as possible. Many materials imported from the Federation are out of stock..." The clerk complained incessantly while packing.
Youan suggested to him that he could buy the new crops used by the bakery, and turned to look in the direction of the patrolman.
He returned to the dormitory carrying a caramel-scented dessert box, only to see Lancelot, neatly dressed, sitting at the table, combing his fluffy tail that rested on his thigh.
You Tuantuan was twisting her hips like a hardworking farmer, picking up the fox hairs that had fallen on the ground with grunts and pans, and Doudou's eyes were filled with the joy of a good harvest.
You An put down the pudding and asked curiously, "Are you going out?"
Lancelot said "hmm" and said, "I'm going home to attend a party at my relatives' house."
As he was speaking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the room.
Fiona was picking up the rejected clothes, and when she swept her tail, she accidentally knocked down a brooch.
The brooch is very delicate. Because of its intricate parts, it is basically irreparable if damaged.
"It turned into a lot of sparkles..."
Yu Tuan Tuan circled around the broken brooch, carefully picked it up and handed it to Lancelot's open palm.
This was a birthday gift he received from his father. Lancelot's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.
He looked at it with a bit of pity, but there was nothing he could do.
"Forget it, it will break sooner or later." Lancelot patted Fiona's shoulder and put the brooch on the table.
He picked up his coat, poured his own portion of high-calorie pudding into his mouth, and hurried out the door.
After the others left, Youan's gaze drifted to the brooch on the table. Just as he was about to pick it up and examine it carefully, the door behind him suddenly opened.
"By the way, Euan."
The red-haired nobleman who had returned from a trip leaned halfway out and stared at the stunned dwarf rabbit orc. "Don't wander around on weekends. Remember to train during the day and practice piano at night. Don't forget to do your essential oil massage and hair care. Stay away from that stupid ferret—why are you staring at me like that? If you hear me, answer me quickly!"
You An nodded immediately: "Of course, of course."
The Siamese cat maid standing by was stunned. She wanted to remind the other party that you were leaving for one night, not a year.
But Lancelot had already hummed with satisfaction, left a sentence "I will bring you a gift", and walked away briskly with his tail wagging.
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