"Maybe it’s because Hayakawa is older than you."
"I was talking about age."
The Black Hearted Lolita fumed, "This is clearly a cover-up, don’t think I can’t tell! I’ll tell you, pretty boy, one day I’ll trample over these women and become the biggest among all the girls you’ve ever seen!"
Thirty years east, thirty years west, don’t underestimate a young girl?
Shirakawa Sawahei glanced at Asano Nazuki and casually said, "Okay, okay, I believe you... Is that your family’s car?"
Thanks to someone’s perfunctory attitude, the Black Hearted Lolita pouted all the way without talking to him...
The car stopped at the entrance of a mansion, and the little Lolita and Shirakawa got out and started walking. However, even just walking from the outer gate to the entrance of the building left him doubting life.
This is the scent of rich people...
Asano Nazuki didn’t take him to the main hall; she veered off in another direction, heading along a side stone-paved path. The greenery on both sides of the path was thriving, and not far away, a huge marble fountain could be seen; overall, whether in architectural style or landscape decoration, it seemed to lean towards a European mansion design.
Meeting the piano master, George Slater here is indeed a good choice.
He followed the little Lolita all the way, occasionally seeing gardeners greeting her. In no time, the two arrived at a banquet hall. Inside, the music was melodious, and there were well-dressed attendants at the door, with elegant ladies and gentlemen occasionally walking in hand in hand.
Seeing this, Shirakawa Sawahei paused for a second and pointed at the entrance, "Your family owns this?"
"Didn’t you know?" The Black Hearted Lolita gave him a sidelong glance, "That woman didn’t tell you today is a dinner party?"
"No." He hesitated, "Do I have to wear formal attire to get in?"
The Black Hearted Lolita bragged grandly, "Tsk, aren’t you aware of who you’re entering with? Going in with me, unless you streak in, nobody will dare say a word!"
"...Can you explain why I’d be streaking inside?"
"How would I know if you’re secretly a pervert? Last time during the camp night, you held me while sleeping."
"You grabbed onto me yourself, and you were the one who almost cried from being scared by a fake ghost, not me."
"You!" The little Lolita, digging her own grave, got angry and shouted, "Pretty boy, forget about that incident for me!"
"Sorry, I can’t forget."
"So what should I say when we get inside?" Shirakawa Sawahei brought up the critical question, "Will any dissolute youngsters see me in my school uniform and come over to provoke me?"
Asano Nazuki looked at him with disdain, "Are you stupid? Do you think they’d dare provoke someone I bring in? They must be tired of living."
"That’s hard to say. There’s always some fool blinded by love."
"It depends on the target. Although I do have quite a few suitors, their quality is really high, alright, unlike those experience-givers in novels!"
"Why do you say quite a few..."
"You’re so annoying! Pretty boy! Stop bringing this up!"
Asano Nazuki puffed up and shut him down angrily, looking like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Shirakawa Sawahei, a bit perplexed, went on to ask, "What about Hayakawa?"
"With all the rumors about us at school, people must have investigated, right? Don’t tell me Hayakawa doesn’t have any admirers."
"The Black-hearted woman? It’s unknown; her number of admirers is indeed large, but most in today are from our circle." Asano Nazuki sneered, "Do you know what people in our circle call her?"
While talking, Shirakawa Sawahei and the little Lolita entered the banquet hall. The atmosphere was elegant and enthusiastic, with people gathering in twos and threes, whispering softly, occasionally glancing at their surroundings.
"Go grab some food first; I’m going to find Hayakawa Kashi. If someone tries to pry information from you, be smart, and don’t sell me out."
Shirakawa Sawahei watched as the little Lolita walked out of his sight, with the surrounding people’s gazes immediately scrutinizing him. They seemed very interested in what kind of background the young man personally brought in by the Hayakawa family’s second daughter had.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable being observed by so many people, Shirakawa Sawahei simply turned to the banquet’s tables to fill his stomach.
After all, he was brought here by Miss Kaori for a free meal; having no one pay attention to him would be best, and if someone did, he wasn’t afraid, he could just invoke Hayakawa Kashi’s name to quell any issues.
The ballroom’s melody gracefully played, with all sorts of people conversing, occasionally smiling gently. Given the atmosphere, it didn’t seem like any self-unaware individuals would come over to provoke him.
What a pity, so urban novels are all lies? Or maybe I’m not the protagonist? Beautiful girl leads mundane-looking... oh wait, I’m quite handsome.
If a beautiful girl brings a plainly dressed man to a banquet, wouldn’t it be a waste for not throwing in a conflict for the viewers!
At the very least, a few small fry should jump out for me to show off!
Just as Shirakawa Sawahei was lamenting the end of his youth, a handsome man came over holding a glass of champagne, greeting politely, "Sorry to interrupt, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Shinden Gong Shilang. How should I address you?"
Shinden Gong Shilang slightly smiled, about to converse, but stopped as his expression changed, hesitating, "What did you say your name was?"
"You’re that Shirakawa Sawahei with Hayakawa Kashi??"
What do you mean "that Shirakawa Sawahei with Hayakawa Kashi"? How did I get labeled as Little Arrogant Study Girl’s sidekick!
"Actu..." As he was about to say something to save face, the handsome guy’s face changed dramatically, quickly cupped his hands, said, "Sorry to bother, farewell."
Watching Shinden Gong Shilang’s hurried departure left Shirakawa Sawahei in doubt about reality.
Shouldn’t it be, upon hearing I’m invited by Hayakawa Kashi, your jealousy flares up, you provoke me with words, I rebuff you, sparking tension, battling till the end...
How did the script change with you!
Shinden Gong Shilang returned to his group, having said something that caused their expressions to change instantly, all looking at Shirakawa Sawahei with a blend of complexity and respect in their eyes.
One even lifted his glass from a distance, offering him a toast filled with emotion.
Shirakawa Sawahei, a bit dazed, a few moments later, was approached by another rough-voiced and broad-shouldered guy, seemingly trying to probe him too.
However, upon hearing his name, the burly cheerful man couldn’t help but cup his hands, saying, "Sorry to bother, farewell..."
"Sorry to bother, farewell!"
"Apologies, pretend I wasn’t here..."
"I beg you, please don’t let anyone know I asked..."
One after another, people reacting strangely after hearing Shirakawa Sawahei’s name. Eventually, all similar-aged groups started looking at him with mixed respect and awe.
Bro, I respect you as a man.
Before he could grab someone for answers, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, as someone patted Shirakawa Sawahei’s shoulder, saying cheerfully, "Kid, you finally made it."