The Foolish Bookworm of the Aristocratic Boys’ School chapter 88.2

Part 2

Actually, it wasn’t just Wen Rong. It was also the first time for Leon and Zhou Xie to come to this kind of place. In the crowded sea of people, they inevitably appeared awkward.

Zhou Xie’s brows were knitted tight. Leon said several times, “If you don’t like it, you can go back first,” only to be met with Zhou Xie’s sneer and reply, “Don’t treat me like Shi Ye.”

Leon smiled, meaning unclear.

Half an hour later, after queuing for half an hour, the three finally entered and were arranged at a table where they could feel the night breeze.

A waiter wearing a vest soon came to serve them complimentary lemon water and the menu.

“What would you like to drink?”

Wen Rong looked at the menu and felt the illusion of being illiterate for the first time.

How do I recognize every character, but when put together, I completely can’t understand what they mean?

And…

So expensive!

How can a cup of beverage cost over a hundred?

“Handsome.”

The further back the menu flipped, the more expensive the price.

While Wen Rong was shocked by numbers like one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, and even up to a thousand, someone walked toward their table and patted Leon’s shoulder.

Wen Rong looked up and saw a boy, dressed fashionably, with shoulder-length hair braided with colorful braids. The lighting was dim, but his face was very bright.

Because he was very good-looking.

Wen Rong unexpectedly felt the vitality and enthusiasm radiating from the boy from the inside out, completely blending with this place full of young people.

The boy threw a wink at Leon. “Can I have your contact info?”

Before Leon could answer, the boy’s open eyelids cast peripheral vision, sweeping over the Wen Rong and Zhou Xie at the same table.

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Like an X-ray identifying with precision, a big red circle suddenly appeared on Wen Rong’s face, marked with an exclamation point.

The boy’s ambiguous smile froze abruptly after a short thought, then he turned his face completely to face Wen Rong directly: “You you you you—”

Wen Rong held his lemon water: “?”

The boy didn’t just look; he stretched his neck toward Wen Rong, as if finally finding the truth from behind his black-rimmed glasses, eyes widening even bigger than before.

“Shh—” Leon spoke first.

“Ah!”

The boy panicked and felt his left and right pockets. When taking out his phone, he didn’t hold it steadily. His hands juggled in the air twice, and with extremely good luck, he caught it before the screen was destroyed.

Then he rushed in front of Wen Rong. “Can I take a photo with you? I super, super like you.”

Wen Rong continued holding the lemon water. “Ah?”

Leon spoke up: “Didn’t you come to ask for my contact info?”

The boy fell into an excited dilemma, his tongue tying into knots as he asked, “Can I choose both?”

“You can’t have feet in two boats.” Leon smiled and took out his phone, handing it to the boy. “Add my contact info.”

“Can I choose to take a photo with Wen Rong?”

“Heh—” Zhou Xie’s sneer appeared at the right moment.

Leon glanced his way, signaling Scram with his eyes, then turned back to continue smiling. “This time it’s our Student Council President bringing Wen Rong over for work. It’s not very convenient.”

The boy thought about it, probably finding what Leon said reasonable, and nodded. Regretfully, he returned to his seat.

He came with friends, mostly girls. The girls were excitedly waiting for him to return after his proactive strike. Seeing his appearance, they probably guessed something, patting his shoulder and hugging him, as if comforting a friend who “failed to get the contact info.”

But a few seconds later, the pretty girls froze, looking at Wen Rong in unison along with the boy.

Wen Rong raised his cup in an attempt to block his face.

Leon shifted his chair, blocking in front of Wen Rong. “Zhou Xie, help find a private box. Don’t let people know he’s been here.”

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Wen Rong let out a breath.

After reflecting, he asked, “Why can’t people know?”

Leon lowered his head. “How are you still a dummy?”

The hair at his temples was blown aside by the breath. Wen Rong instinctively dodged outward, but his forehead bumped into something.

“Don’t move.”

Wen Rong didn’t dare move. His vision was black, but he knew in his heart it was the Senior’s chest.

“Right now everyone treats you as a goody-two-shoes student. Appearing in a place like a bar isn’t very appropriate.”

The Senior’s clothes were very fragrant, a rich smell smoked out by tobacco that made him somewhat fascinated.

—You like him.

The conversation on the train traveled through time and arrived in front of him. Wen Rong’s pupils constricted in the darkness, realizing his face was about to stick to the Senior’s clothes. He hurriedly backed away.

His field of view expanded. Backlit, he couldn’t see the Senior’s face clearly.

But Wen Rong had a feeling that those azure eyes were looking at him the whole time.

“Like the smell on Senior’s clothes?”

It seemed nothing could be hidden from the Senior.

Wen Rong lowered his head to avoid the gaze, nodding muffledly.

“Compared to the chocolate?”

“Mn?”

How to compare the scent of clothes and chocolate?

Wen Rong didn’t know how to answer. Wanting to drink a mouthful of lemon water to compose himself, he brought the glass to his mouth and drank a mouthful of air, only to realize the glass was empty.

“I still have some.”

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The Senior handed a half-full glass of lemon water to him.

Wen Rong shook his head in panic. “No need, no need.”

Leon: “Senior isn’t drinking it anymore.”

Wen Rong accepted it hesitantly.

He wasn’t thirsty. Drinking water was just to find something to do when confused. Now that the problem seemed to have passed, there seemed no need to drink water anymore.

Thump.

A waiter passed by the table and placed a full glass of lemon water in front of Wen Rong.

It looked different from the glass in Wen Rong’s hand. It had a somewhat bumpy shape, and inside was at least half a green lemon. Leaves floated at the rim. One look and you knew it wasn’t a free drink.

Wen Rong hurriedly called the waiter. “Hello, we didn’t order this.”

The waiter pointed into the distance. “Sir, that table of guests ordered it for you.”

Who?

Following the waiter’s direction, Wen Rong saw the boy with braided hair just now. The boy waved at him. The group of girls beside him huddled together excitedly and also waved at him.

Wen Rong instinctively bowed. He wanted to ask the waiter to send the lemon water back to that boy, but the waiter had already left, leaving him awkwardly looking at the lemon water, then at the group of girls, and finally at Leon.

“Senior, is it okay if I return this to them?”

“They already sent it over. If you feel uneasy, you can order one for them too.”

Wen Rong paused, feeling admiration for Senior Leon rising within him.

The Senior’s suggestion was too good. Better than sending the lemon water back. It was a perfectly perfect method.

Wen Rong recorded this knowledge in his brain and acted immediately, going to find the waiter to order the healthiest-looking fresh fruit juice on the menu for that table.

The price was a bit expensive. Fortunately, he already had a job, so it didn’t hurt too much.

When Wen Rong returned, Zhou Xie also happened to return, followed by the shop manager, indicating a private box had been arranged for them and they could go now.

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Wen Rong used two napkins to wrap the glass of lemon water the boy ordered for him and followed the manager upstairs.

On the second floor, looking out from the window, one could see the complete stage. The straight-line distance was only twenty-odd meters. It could be called the best viewing spot.

During the short journey, the napkins on the cup wall were completely soaked. Wen Rong’s fingers were frozen stiff, and he quickly put it on the table.

He sat down, stirred it with the straw, and found it was almost entirely ice inside. He couldn’t help wondering:

Why is this glass of lemon water full of ice worth over a hundred?

Is it because it’s very delicious?

Wen Rong couldn’t resist. He opened his mouth and bit on the straw—the icy liquid rushed into his mouth, and an indescribable stimulation went straight to his brain.

“Zzzzt—”

Wen Rong suddenly shot up from his chair, then collapsed back down with a clatter. Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue which stung from the pain, squeezed his eyes shut tight, and shivered. His features almost scrunched into a ball.

“What’s wrong?”

“#*@%……”

“Pain?”

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