"I'm looking forward to the new student's performance. If he can really become the first'S 'grade student I meet in school, then I'll extend an olive branch to him. An'S 'grade student. I think he has the qualifications to compete with me for the student council president.”When Caesar typed these two sentences in the reply bar, he stared at the flashing pointer on the screen and thought for a while. Then he pressed backspace to delete the second sentence after the olive branch ended. In the end, he only replied to the first sentence.
After he was done, he pinched the bridge of his nose and wondered if he had been too sensitive recently and had been under too much pressure. It seemed that he was not as arrogant as he had imagined before he entered school. Even the heir of the Gattuso family would be nervous about the current competition.
After placing his bet and replying to the message, Caesar's message was followed by many replies, all of which were praises and worship from his fans and supporters for his challenging spirit. After reading a few identical replies, he felt a little bored, so he closed the post and opened the backstage music player to click on Orpheo.
Aria operas were played in the dorms of the Norton Pavilion. After Orfeo was performed at the Florence opera house, famous Italian opera appreciators and critics praised the opera itself for its excitement, intelligence, and humanity. It was a bold music.
Caesar had accidentally read the article that the critics commented on the opera, so he felt that the opera that suited his soul was very suitable for him, so he naturally liked this song.
Caesar's boldness was not self-proclaimed. Many people's first impression of him was boldness. When he entered school last year, his first sentence was," You can challenge me, but I'm ready to laugh at you.”。
Although many students had dug out Gattuso's prominent and authoritative background, Kassel Academy was full of lunatics and geniuses, so there were still some people who did not believe in evil and challenged the emperor of the Gattuso family. However, they all lost to Caesar without exception.
Whether it was swimming, horse racing, kickboxing, chess, musical instruments, or cultural knowledge, Caesar was proficient in everything. The Gattuso family's emperor training guide told the students of Kassel Academy what a genius and hard-working monster was. The name of this monster was Caesar Gattuso.
However, after Caesar defeated the challengers, he did not laugh at them as he had said before. Instead, he stretched out his hand to the losers and said generously, You are actually very outstanding, but unfortunately, you met me. However, I believe that you have the potential to be even more outstanding and perhaps surpass me. I look forward to that day. This way, I will have a new challenge target.
The indignant people were convinced by his words and were moved by his sea-blue eyes. According to unreliable sources, there were even boys with a softer personality who said that they had realized 'love beyond gender', when they looked up at Caesar's smile that was brighter than the sun. Therefore, they spontaneously created Caesar's fan club. The nature of the fan club was between chasing stars and fan clubs. They could always be seen around the Norton Mansion. He did not know if he wanted Caesar's autograph or a handshake.
In just half a semester, Caesar had been hailed as an " emperor like man." He was ready to accept challenges at any time, as well as those who challenged him. Now, he was ready to challenge the student council's crown. In fact, he was originally prepared to join the Lionheart Society, but after the president of the Lionheart Society met him, he gave up. In other words, he could not accept the overly strict system.
If the Student Union was a prosperous ancient Rome, then the Lionheart Society was an ancient city. Their entertainment was only chess and tea. He was Italian, not French. Compared to making tea and playing chess, he would rather soak in the Roman bathhouse with marble pillars and drink wine.
Some people criticized Caesar for being forced by the strict membership requirements of the Lionheart Society to choose the student union. However, when Caesar joined the student union and expressed his intention to compete for the president, the first sentence he said was a slap in the face.
His original words were,"Actually, I originally wanted to join the Lionheart Order, but the Lionheart Order doesn't suit my taste, so I'm standing here now." Now that I'm a member of the Student Union, I have the responsibility to lead the Student Union to become the number one club in the academy. Because the club that I, Caesar Gattuso, belong to can only be number one. If I don't like the Lionheart Club, then I'm sorry but I can only ask him to give up his number one position.
At that time, Caesar was as domineering as a real emperor on the podium. His words directly became the political intention of the presidential election, but it was several times better than those carefully written speeches because he spoke off-script. If it was really a presidential election, Caesar might not be sitting in the Norton Pavilion now but in the White House. Who knew, because who knew if the Americans could accept that their president was actually Italian.
Caesar Gattuso, who looked domineering on the surface, was a perfect person in the eyes of the student union members and the surrounding students. Confidence was like oil that would eventually run out in others, but in him, confidence was like an ocean. It was mysterious, deep, and inexhaustible, just as charming as his sea blue eyes.
but... In fact, only Caesar himself knew what he was thinking. Just like now, the words that were originally typed on the screen were still looking at them word by word to see if there were any typos or mistakes in the meaning of the sentence. In the end, he felt that it was inappropriate and deleted some.
He was indeed confident, but sometimes he was not confident. His confidence was that no matter what the situation was, he would first accept the challenge and then look at the rules of the game. This led to him sometimes speaking without thinking. The new student had not even said that he wanted to join the Student Union, and he already said that he would accept the challenge. Wouldn't that make him seem guilty and over-conscious?
It seemed that the election for the student council president was indeed a little stressful for him. Kassel College was not like the University of Chicago. A place where a group of mixed-race elites gathered was always filled with geniuses. The student council was no exception. The various matters of the election for the president were giving him a headache. Now that there was a new student who was rumored to have a chance of reaching the'S 'level, it was inevitable that he would be a little sensitive.
Caesar pinched the space between his eyebrows and looked at the red post at the top of the night watcher forum on the screen. The number of replies to the post had already exceeded 3,000. All kinds of comments and discussions were constantly flooding the floor. The school had a good topic for idle conversation. Now that he had caught one, he would definitely talk about it to death. Presumably, the freshman had already come into contact with the school forum and would be under great pressure when he saw these posts.
However, it was obvious that for the time being, public opinion would not be directed towards him running for the Student Union President. This made him feel a lot more relaxed. It was not a bad thing to be in the limelight, but pressure always followed. Just like how he used the account 'Dictator' to ask what to eat in the cafeteria for lunch on the forum. The thread could even distort Caesar's views on the hypothesis that the Lionheart Society and the Student Union were at loggerheads in the academy and whether there was a third party that would rise up and seize power to become a three-way stand.
'It's time to create a side account,' Caesar thought as he sighed and rubbed his golden hair.
He logged out of the Dictator account and clicked to create a new account. He hesitated for a moment in the ID column and finally typed in Sonic. He pressed the mouse and clicked OK to create it. The computer screen jumped to a new page.
Welcome to the Nightwatcher Forum. You will return to the previous page in 3 seconds. If there is no response, please manually click to jump.
In Dorm 303 of District 1, Elder Lin waited for three seconds. This second-hand laptop that he bought before he went abroad seemed to be quite reliable. Three seconds later, the forum page automatically jumped to the front page, and the login status in the upper right corner had been refreshed.
His ID in the night watchers forum was Nian Beast, a very strange name, but there were many other names in the forum that were stranger than this.
In less than a few seconds, Lin Nian received a notification from the backstage. There was a new friend request. At the same time, Fingel, who was on the upper bunk, said in surprise,""Nian beast? What does this ID mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything." Lin Nian, who was on the lower bunk, said.
The freshmen's dormitory was assigned by Norma's computer. Surprisingly, Fingel was his roommate. The room he was assigned to was the same room as Fingel's. It was probably when Fingel led Lin Nian to stand at the door of Room 303 that he realized that Norma had assigned the two of them together.
It was indeed a coincidence. They had just met during the day and lived together at night, but it didn't seem surprising when he thought about it. It had been half a year since the start of the semester, and the first-year students 'dormitories had already been allocated. The most empty places left were undoubtedly the fourth-year dormitories that were out for internships.
Fingel, the old fox, was the only one in his dormitory, so the probability of Lin Nian being assigned to this place was naturally greatly increased. Perhaps Norma deliberately wanted Fingel, the repeat student, to take care of the underage freshmen.
"Senior Brother Fingal, how did you add me? I haven't told you my ID.”Lin Nian, who was lying on the bed with his laptop, asked.
Fingel, who was lying on the upper bunk, opened a bottle of Coke and said,""Your senior has the authority to be the forum administrator. Now that the school season has passed, there are very few registered accounts on the forum. I can just casually check the newly registered accounts in the background. In the past hour, there have been two new accounts registered. One is yours, and the other is called Sonic. It should be an alternate account opened by a senior.”
"I don't have any." Lin Nian said.
"Junior Brother, there's no point in bickering.”" There should always be a side account," Fingal said." For example, if you want to secretly follow the account of a beautiful senior or junior without being discovered, then the side account will be useful.”
"Oh." Lin Nian said.
The dormitory quieted down. After a while, Fingel suddenly hung down from the upper bunk and stuck his head out to stare at Lin Nian,""Junior Brother, are you angry with me?”
"Are you talking about the gambling board?" Lin Nian stopped fiddling with his laptop and looked at Fingel, who was hanging like a ghost, and said,""I'm not angry. Senior brother, didn't you bet on me winning? Why should I be angry?"
Even a blind person would notice the red thread on the night watchman forum. Lin Nian knew that Fingel had used him to play a gambling game with the entire school.
"It's good that you're not angry. After all, I didn't expect Norma to assign you to live with me. The scariest thing in university is the disharmony in the dormitory.”Fingel patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.
"But I'm curious why you think I have an'S 'grade aptitude. I don't even have confidence in myself.”Lin Nian asked.
"Trade secrets…However, it's not that I can't say it." "Junior Brother, do you know the enrollment process of Kassel Academy?”
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