Chapter 9 What happened to him? Oh my God, you have a child? ...
His tone was very calm, like a casual question in a casual chat. You An couldn't figure out what he meant, so he didn't rush to say "It's none of your business."
The skinny dwarf rabbit orc stood in front of the door without saying a word. Perhaps because of the pile of rich food he had packed up, his complexion seemed to have improved a little, and he no longer walked as lightly as a rabbit-eared ghost.
Another room opened silently.
Vincent glanced at him calmly and said calmly, "I heard from some people that you two have been very close recently."
Oh...Yuan understood instantly.
Many wealthy second-generations from the Federation study in Kagano not just to gain knowledge. If they can connect with the great nobles of Granton, it will be of great help to the future of their family.
"Do you want to get to know him?"
Youan has a good character of helping others. "I can give you his contact information. Don't worry, he is very kind."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Vincent's expression became even colder than before. Before Youan could figure out the reason, a loud bang was heard from the other side.
"Why don't you understand?"
Zach pushed the door open and stormed over. When Youan tilted his head, he covered his still swollen cheek and took a half step back, saying unhappily, "I advise you to stay away from those nobles!"
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You An blinked in confusion, and when he saw the creepy expressions of the two people, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
His roommates are also freshmen who are eligible to participate in the competition. They are tall, handsome and have good family backgrounds. Although they have bad tempers and look like idiots, they can be packaged later.
He was so anxious to distance himself from Lancelot, he must be thinking—
Take my business!
No wonder there was a hint of sourness in his tone. Youan almost wanted to applaud himself for his sharp insight.
After calming himself down, he stopped sharing his contact information and watched the two of them retreating step by step with vigilance. The moment his backs touched the door, he quickly turned around and went into the house.
"Hey, why are you running—"
"Bang!"
The tightly closed door almost hit the two men's noses again.
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It was well past Cagano's curfew, and a few blocks away, skyscrapers reached into the sky, their top-floor bars ablaze with lights.
In the luxurious box, Lancelot looked lazy, leaning against the corner of the sofa with a wine glass in his hand, and absent-mindedly looked down at the twinkling stars under the sky.
His friends sitting across from him were completely confused. They forcibly pulled Quan Yi over and squeezed him in between, then raised their chins towards the corner and said, "Tell me, what happened to Lance?"
“He…”
Quan Yi deliberately drew out his words, and after being nudged by someone's elbow, he lowered his voice and said, "I invited someone to move into his dorm, but was rejected."
His friends were all excited, without a trace of sympathy in their eyes: "Wow, this is really interesting!"
"What's so surprising? It's just a casual question. It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not."
Lancelot glanced at them, tilted his head back, and drank the amber wine in his glass in one gulp. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs in dissatisfaction. "After all, I'm handsome and talented. If you spend every day with me, it will be very stressful. It's okay, I understand. I don't mind at all!"
The last few words were almost gnashed out by his teeth, and the surroundings fell into silence.
Quan Yi opened his mouth and agreed dryly: "...You're right."
The others also came to their senses and started talking loudly.
"Maybe they're worried about the difficulty of going from extravagance to frugality."
"Maybe I just find you annoying."
"I see you just want to talk to him."
Seeing that the topic was getting out of hand, Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly, stroking his chin and thinking: "Yuan has just come of age, and I think I should lean towards the older faction..."
"Oh? That's perfect, why not introduce him to me?" The man revealed his true intentions and pulled the screen showing the Rising Star Competition registration page in front of everyone. "He looks quite attractive."
It was a video explaining a subject, probably recorded impromptu with the help of someone else. There was no sophisticated editing or music in the post-production, but it looked very comfortable.
The dwarf rabbit orc's soft and patient voice floated out of the light screen, like a feather brushing past, and his red fox ears twitched twice.
Lancelot was momentarily distracted, then suddenly remembered that the official registration for the Rising Star Competition had already begun.
"You wish!"
He slapped his friend's face with his tail, immediately called up his own light screen, quickly glanced at the names of others, and clicked on Youan's information.
As the person in the video turned around, a bit of warm maroon appeared in his sight, and Lancelot leaned back lazily on the sofa.
The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he felt. As if his interest was aroused, he touched the short tail with his fingertips.
"I was a little teacher today... well, I acted like one..."
Lancelot glanced at everyone with pride, and a very light laugh escaped from his throat. He was completely different from his previous listless appearance.
"What happened to him?"
"Who knows?"
The friends couldn't help but look at each other again.
The popularity of a large-scale event like the Rising Stars Tournament in Kagano is unimaginable.
Perhaps it was because as long as they didn't study, they would be motivated to do anything, and everyone simultaneously forgot about actual combat exercises or project reports. On the first day of registration, the newly opened special section in the forum was already filled with hot posts.
Soon, a hot post with an unfamiliar name caught everyone's attention, firing the first shot in this year's melon field.
Subject: [Does anyone know this dwarf rabbit orc? I want to feature him this year!]
The original poster: I watched the video several times after being recommended by my roommate. The views are very clearly expressed. I wonder if there are any negative rumors? I'm going to check it out~
1L: Huh? I think I've seen this guy before! He's Youan from the Strategy Department!
2L: Who is it? Is there such a person in our department?
3L: It’s that straight-A student! I watched the competition video several times, and the part he talked about was particularly fascinating!
4L: Oh, it’s really different. It turns out that money and power are the best supplements, super tonic!
5L: What do you mean? I smell a melon!
6L: I saw him sitting in Lancelot’s aircraft. I didn’t expect that he looked so pure after dressing up a little!
7L: I don’t understand this, right? First pretend to be an unknown poor thing to arouse people’s sympathy and desire to protect. I have seen many such tricks.
8L: I don’t think he’s that kind of person…there’s no need to make such malicious assumptions.
9L: Will Lancelot be interested in him? I remember that he seemed to be not interested in love.
10L: The wealth and resources of the nobles are not comparable to those of ordinary people. A guy like him who comes from a small place will definitely cling to others like a dog-skin plaster, and the other party will at most spend a small amount of money to get rid of him.
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78L: Report—Young Master just changed his dorm!
79L: Young master, you are so confused. You don’t even live in your dream mansion!
80L: Let me ask you one more question. Are you sure that the straight-A students are trying to curry favor with him?
81L: Ah...wait, why do you ask, where did he move to?
At this time, four or five Siamese cat maids, carrying luggage, followed the housekeeping robot and filed out of the "dream mansion" of the nobles in Area A1 and headed straight for the student dormitory building in Area A2.
Apart from the young master of the Vanser family, no one would make moving a grand parade.
There was someone looking out of almost every window, their brains and tongues in a knot.
Tsk, this isn't the straight-A student from a remote area trying to curry favor with the rich and powerful. Looking at the situation, he clearly has the air of a dog rushing over to grab some territory!
"He said to move and we moved. Even if he's a noble, this is really too much!"
After receiving the notice to change dormitories, Zack couldn't contain his inner rage and grabbed the dormitory manager by the collar to question him.
The dormitory manager remained calm and smiled as he repeated the notice asking them to move immediately to another dormitory building in Area A2.
Vincent's face didn't look good either. Perhaps Yuan was the only one in the room who looked calm.
He trotted open the door and enthusiastically helped the Siamese cat maids to put the suitcases away.
Zach was so irritated by his attentiveness that he was about to approach him when an annoying voice came from the door.
"Although I am very welcome, there is no need to wait in the living room to greet me."
Youan turned his head.
Lancelot leaned lazily against the door, completely ignoring the two unfriendly gazes, and leisurely wagged his big tail.
He politely said "Excuse me, make way", put his hands on Zack and Vincent's shoulders and pushed them away, then sat on the sofa that the Siamese cat maid had just changed, crossing his long legs elegantly.
It's almost like this place is already his territory.
Perhaps provoked, Vincent spoke in a cold voice, not caring about the other person's identity. "We have extra rooms here, you can move in. What's the point of making such a fuss?"
Zach echoed sinisterly, "Why would you let us go?"
"The reason is simple, cheeky gentlemen."
Lancelot looked at him with a smile, as if he found the way he humiliated himself amusing. "Of course, it's because you bullied your roommate for no reason, deliberately isolated him through verbal abuse... a series of heinous actions that have caused serious psychological trauma to poor classmate Youan—"
"Oh, me?"
Youan was still in a daze and accidentally met the fox boss's slightly narrowed eyes. In an instant, his ears stood up and he received the signal.
He pounded his chest with his fists, stamped his feet, shook his head and sighed. Before anyone could react, he suddenly fell stiffly onto the sofa, resting his head on Lancelot's lap.
Then he made a "uh" sound, tilted his head, and stuck out half of his tongue miserably.
Everyone: “…”
"See, that's it."
Lancelot was only stunned for a second by the other party's exaggerated acting, then he immediately came back to his senses and stroked the rabbit's head lovingly. "...So, with my kind heart and good nature, I decided to carry forward the spirit of punishing evil and promoting good, and helping the weak. I moved here specifically to rescue Youan from this dire situation."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room was silent, leaving only the sound of Zack's red and swollen cheeks and the grinding of his teeth.
The dorm manager calmed down and emphasized to the others, "I agree with the first half of your reasoning."
Others: “…”
Lancelot held his chin with one hand and turned his head away in dissatisfaction: "Tsk."
"Well, that's the situation."
The dorm manager clapped his hands and said, "Before your matter reaches the Academic Affairs Office, please move out immediately, or I will ask security to enforce it."
Many curious students had already come to the door to watch, and since the dormitory manager had already said this, Vincent and Zack left with their luggage with a look of surprise on their faces.
"Have a good time, and remember to bring everything with you."
Lancelot put on a hypocritical smile and politely saw the guest off at the door.
Lancelot was in a good mood after cleaning up the unsightly garbage, and walked slowly towards Youan.
After the absurd drama ended, the room suddenly became quiet and there was a hint of awkwardness in the atmosphere.
Especially at the end of their last meeting, Lancelot unilaterally harbored some emotions.
The two looked at each other in silence for a while.
"I thought about it yesterday..."
Lancelot suddenly spoke up, casually explaining why he moved in. "Various situations will arise during the competition, so it's more convenient to live together."
This time You An accepted it readily: "Okay, welcome, but thank you for the trouble."
"I'd love to."
Lancelot's tail began to wag gently behind him.
He looked around, taking in the cramped four-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, then his gaze returned to Youan. "Okay, take out your little pet."
Youan hesitated for a moment: "What pet?"
The crimson tail swung between the two of them.
Lancelot leaned forward slightly. "You couldn't have chewed the hair on the tip of my tail, could you?"
Youan blinked slowly: "Ah, you found it."
Lancelot sneered: "Can rich people be fools?"
Youan awkwardly scratched the seam of his pants and said dryly, "Wait a moment."
There was no one around, it was a good time.
He returned to the room and came out again not long after, holding a furry little thing.
Youan raised his hand high and put it in front of Lancelot. Under the other's confused gaze, his palm suddenly blossomed -
The little chestnut rabbit squatted in his brother's palm, with five small paper sticks on his back. He closed his eyes and summoned up the courage to shout, "Fox, Fox Boss, I'm sorry, I stole your fur! I'm a bad little rabbit!"
After shouting, he bowed suddenly, and on top of asking for forgiveness by carrying a stick, he also hit the ground with a rabbit head.
Lancelot was stunned on the spot.
After idling for a full minute, he suddenly looked at Youan and exclaimed in disbelief—
"Oh my god, you have a child?"
Are rich people fools?
Youan thought silently, it’s hard to say.
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