Aristocrat Boys School

p>The voices of others interrupted Wen Chuan’s words, and also took away Jian Chi’s attention.

The music seemed to stop for a moment, and all eyes were focused on the main entrance of the auditorium.
Shao Hang was wearing a black dark-patterned suit.
The fabric wrapped around a strong chest and a well-proportioned waist.
The long legs under the suit pants seemed to have just come out of a magazine, and the unruly red hair was neatly combed to the back of his head.
His brows seemed to deepen.
There was a faint smile on his lips, and it seemed that he had long been used to the feeling of being watched by everyone.
He walked into the center of the auditorium at a leisurely pace.

Most people wear a suit with a formal feel, only Shao Hang made people feel that he could take out a gun from behind or pull off a tie to fight on the spot in the next second.
The suit had only a tight sense of restraint from an oncoming ruffian like him.

Jian Chi could hear some people whispering around, including those girls from McCurry Girls’ Academy who were also talking about Shao Hang’s name with fear and curiosity.
Obviously these two words were not unfamiliar in their circle.
A pure-looking girl held up a glass of wine and walked in the direction of Shao Hang with her swan-like neck raised.
Without saying a word, Shao Hang bypassed her directly.
The uncontrollable laughter around made the originally confident girl’s face blush to the neck, and she lifted her skirt to leave a somewhat embarrassed figure.

“It’s really too much,” someone laughed beside him, “Doesn’t she know that Shao Hang never accepts an invitation to dance together?”

“She must have been very confident in herself, and did not expect to be rejected.”

In the eyes of these people, Shao Hang’s ignoring was assumed.
Instead, it was the girl who took the initiative, who was being looked up and down by some people with unkind eyes.

Jian Chi sighed silently in his heart.
Shao Hang penetrated the crowd like a predator locking onto a prey, staring straight at him.
Even at a distance of a few meters, Jian Chi felt a suffocating feeling of being strangled by the neck, and subconsciously hid behind the others.
But it was too late.
Shao Hang’s low and sullen voice came from afar as he stepped over: “Why didn’t you wear the suit I gave you?”

There seemed to be a few eyes looking over.
Fortunately, the auditorium was spacious enough and the violin sound was loud enough.
Jian Chi lowered his head to avoid the scrutiny.
Even though he held back the irony he wanted to refute, he just answered perfunctorily: “Forgot to.”

The reason didn’t make sense, so he just followed Shao Hang’s train of thought, but Shao Hang was obviously not easy to fool.
He swept over Wen Chuan who was standing in front of Jian Chi, squinted his eyes, and the smile on his lips contained a hint of sarcasm.
He said with a ‘tsk’, neither light nor heavy, “It’s strange, a dog can also be let in? The clothes were given by the Fu family? I was wondering why it was so shabby.”

Wen Chuan’s fist tightened little by little, his whole body like a tight sculpture, indifferently meeting Shao Hang’s disdainful gaze, and for a long while, he didn’t refute a word.

“Shao Hang,” Jian Chi’s chest was full of agitation, almost like a rare anger.
He walked out and stood in front of Wen Chuan, his voice was one step faster than his brain, “Shut up if you can’t speak.
Also, you have to apologize to Wen Chuan.”

“You want me to apologize to him?”

A rhetorical question, full of indomitable arrogance and faint anger.

This sentence seemed to have completely ignited Shao Hang’s fuse, his voice was so deep that he was shaking.
The picture of him standing with Wen Chuan was too conspicuous, and many people have already started watching.
Melodious dance music, intimate boys and girls on the dance floor, and people with wine glasses next to them, they were whispering and curiously discussing with their companions.
Jian Chi pressed his temples like he had a headache, it really was a prophecy, and he couldn’t escape the fate of being watched like a monkey.

Of course, he could choose to follow Shao Hang, put on the clothes and watch he gave him, and make this young master happy, but why?

Shao Hang was unreasonable, why should he listen to his out of line thoughts? Thinking of Shao Hang breaking into his dorm room again against his wishes, Jian Chi only felt a lingering annoyance.

Seeing that Jian Chi didn’t speak, Shao Hang simply grabbed his wrist and was stopped by Wen Chuan in the middle.
Someone around gave an exclamation.
Just before the confrontation filled with gunpowder smoke was about to begin, a gentle and steady voice interspersed in, caressing him, smoothing out this frizz.

“What are you all doing here?” Ji Huaisi, wearing a gray suit, came from the crowd, walking calmly and elegantly, with a white rose brooch on his chest, his smile remained unchanged on Shao Hang’s worried face, “The way you greet each other is so special every time, you can’t blame Wen Chuan for misunderstanding.
Let go of your hand first, you will scare the others.”

Taking advantage of the moment when Shao Hang was distracted, Jian Chi pulled out his wrist and heard Wen Chuan whispering beside him, “Sorry, there are too many people here, so I can’t make a move directly.
Are you alright?”

“It’s alright, don’t be impulsive.” Jian Chi didn’t know whether to be grateful or to stop him first, but when he looked down, his wrist had turned red.

“Jian Chi,” Ji Huaisi didn’t care about Shao Hang anymore, and after approaching, he smiled warmly at Jian Chi in front of him, deeper than before, “The clothes really suit you.”

Jian Chi didn’t react, let alone notice the change in Shao Hang’s eyes at this moment, and replied, “Thank you.”

“If you want to thank me, how about a dance together?”

New dance music played, Ji Huaisi curled the corner of his lips and stretched out his right hand of invitation to Jian Chi, with a calm and elegant posture, hardly making people realize that he was inviting a man just like him.

Jian Chi’s heart seemed to be bumped by something, and he was stunned.
He replayed this sentence over and over several times, only to be sure that Ji Huaisi really looked into his eyes and said this invitation.

Invite him to… dance?

At the moment when the atmosphere was stagnant, Shao Hang sounded from the side with a dangerous voice, forcibly interrupting word by word: “You can’t accept anyone’s invitation without my permission.”

Extremely domineering.

He raised his lips and stared at Jian Chi.

“You’ve accepted my brooch, haven’t you?”