On Thursday afternoon, Allen had just finished a class on basic mathematics, and his little head was almost bursting with numbers. It was almost dusk, and a large golden sun shone from the sky, bathing the entire academy in divine radiance. Those towering spiers, circular domes and carvings on the buttresses are wonderfully combined into a beautiful picture scroll under the light of the setting sun, which relaxes and soothes Allen's nerves that are oppressed by various formulas and numbers, almost screaming. .
He stretched his waist, leaned on the stone railing and took a deep breath. The air smells of early autumn, and the gradually withered yellow leaves of the sycamore trees remind people that the golden autumn is approaching.
"Alan!"
Several voices called his name, and Allen had no choice but to pull his mind back from the incomparably beautiful world to reality. Those who came into the bright red eyes were several teenagers of similar age, they were all students of the same grade. Although they were not born in a high-ranking family like Bethkind, they dared to make friends because Alan's external status was only a side branch, which was almost the same as the status of these teenagers.
If they are direct children like Adele, even if Adele is willing to accept them, they are unwilling to do so. Class is one reason, and the other reason is that the sensitive self-esteem of teenagers does not allow themselves to do so. Teenagers don't want to have a friend who is superior to others, and walk under his glory and shadow from then on.
By the time he was willing to curry favor with the rich and powerful and use all means to climb up the ladder, he had already lost his innocence.
Allen is not the kind of person who is good at dancing with long sleeves, and his social aspect is an obvious shortcoming. In the previous family management courses, the instructor mentioned that every participant in family management must treat social activities as a job and do his best. Be it an individual or a family. One's own strength always comes first, and at the same time, some allies are needed.
The instructor said: "No matter what height you position these friends, one more friend is better than one more enemy, isn't it?"
This sentence touched Allen quite a bit, so he began to make some changes consciously. For example, a kind smile, or a simple greeting. And all this quickly won him a few so-called "friends". Of course, his identity is also an important factor in this.
Among several friends, Josh's family Weems has been actively performing in recent years, walking around in many ways, and is expected to become a famous man from ordinary nobles. Therefore, among these teenagers, Josh, who has beautiful white teeth, will always be the focus. What's more, this young man is ranked in the line of family heirs. Although he is at the bottom of the list, this status alone is much nobler than others.
Including Alan, who is just a side branch, so when Josh offered to make money with Alan, the boy couldn't think of any reason for the other party to refuse. As a result, Allen naturally joined their circle, but it was slightly different from what Josh expected. Alan is not willing to make friends because of his status, but just to change himself and work hard towards a qualified family manager.
If Josh knew Alan's real starting point, he would be very annoyed.
"Alan, how about going to the bar with us tonight?" A teenager invited.
A boy with dark green hair next to him also said: "That's right, Josh treats guests, and I heard that the chance of having an affair in a bar is relatively high."
Josh scolded
Get up: "So our little Ogg is still a boy."
Several teenagers burst into laughter, and Allen did not refuse the invitation. It's not like he hasn't been to a bar before, it's just a social event, he told himself.
As night fell, when Allen got off the taxi, he saw the sign of the bar. On the store sign, colorful light tubes are used to piece together a pattern of a big tree, with the words "Old Oak Bar" underneath.
"Why did you come here? I thought I was going to Twilight." Behind Allen, the boy named Ogg complained.
There was also a slight look of disappointment in the eyes of the other teenagers, and Josh was quite embarrassed. He naturally knew that Twilight was a good place, but since he had received funding from the family, he couldn't afford to splurge in a bar of Twilight's size. What's more, there is another special reason for choosing the bar of Old Oak tonight.
"Listen to me." Josh coughed dryly: "What's so good about a soft place like Twilight? Although the size of the old oak tree is not as good as it, you don't know that the women here are very enthusiastic!"
Hearing what he said, the other teenagers gave up and rushed into the bar like a swarm.
Pushing open the oak door of the bar, a smell of smoke mixed with alcohol came to the face, and it was a little damp and gloomy, which made Alan frown slightly. The grade of Old Oak seems to be better than those surface bars Allen has been to, but it is far inferior to bars like "Saber" and "Twilight". The old oak entertained mostly civilians, and there were two or three drunks shouting loudly and pouring wine with fists everywhere. Among them were some members of the hunting group, who occupied some corners of the bar, drinking in silence, or talking in low voices, occasionally chuckling.
On the stage of the bar, three sexy and seductive girls are dancing pole dances, causing the drinkers to throw tips on the stage frequently, just to make the girls' performances more enthusiastic.
This is a complicated place, and there are all kinds of people. Apparently it was not a place patronized by noble children like Josh, so when these well-dressed teenagers squeezed into the bar, they attracted frequent attention. But Josh and the others didn't take it seriously, especially Ogg, who squeezed to the other side of the stage to watch the pole dance.
"Give us each a glass of beer!" Josh led the crowd to the bar and knocked on the bar pretending to be sophisticated.
A bartender behind the bar happily said, "Please wait a moment, young masters."
Not long after, several mugs of ale were delivered to Alan and the others. Allen took a sip, and it was bitter and astringent, far worse than the beer in the Fire Bar in Sanger Town. But Josh and the others were very excited, and everyone drank more than half of the glass. Once the wine is drunk, the conversation will naturally become more, and the topics discussed by the teenagers cannot be separated from their own family or a certain woman they have slept with. As for whether they are still first-time brothers or have become men, only they know.
Soon, their conversations shifted from which beautiful girls at school or sexy female tutors to women in bars. To be honest, there are indeed quite a few women in the bar, and besides the drinkers, more of them are the waitresses. Their uniforms are all low-cut skirts, and when they slump or bend over, there is always something to be seen at the neckline or under the skirt.
Men will always slip tips into their necklines, and then reach out and touch those thighs or butts hard. Some even give enough tips, so the waitress will smile and drag the guests to the bar for a while.
to some dark corners.
While the teenagers were drinking, a waitress passed by. Josh pretended to be generous and stuffed a few small bills into the woman's neckline, and then reached into the skirt under the leg to feel it. The woman was amused and annoyed, spat and said: "You little brat who hasn't grown his hair yet, he's going to play tricks here like others."
After that, I went away with a smile, and the boys looked at me and I looked at you, and then laughed.
"Ogg, look over there." After drinking another glass of low-quality ale, Josh bumped his companion next to him with his elbow: "There's an excellent one."
Josh pointed to a table not far from them. Sitting at that table were four or five young people, among whom was a young woman with short chestnut-colored hair and well-defined features. Wearing leather shorts, the coat is open, and there is only a black tube top inside, revealing a large area of snow-white flesh. The slender waist with no excess fat is graceful, and the upturned buttocks are wrapped in a pair of denim shorts. The two legs extending from the trousers are long and white, and a dagger tied on the outside of each thigh adds a bit of wildness to the woman.
Seeing her, Ogg couldn't help licking his lips. At this time, the girl also noticed their side. Seeing Oge looking at herself, Nulang raised her middle finger and said: "What are you looking at, kid, go home and drink milk."
The companions beside her burst into laughter.
This made Ogg's face hot, and Josh snorted and said: "A pariah, how dare you be so presumptuous! Ogg, if you can't take her down tonight, don't say you are the young master of the Lawrence family."
Ogg jumped up and poured a glass of wine down his stomach. Then he slapped the wine glass on the bar and said, "Look at mine."
Allen frowned, in his eyes. Those young people, including the short-haired girl, all had the fluorescent lights on their bodies. There is a certain pattern in the flow of fluorescent light, which is a sign that a circuit has been built. Obviously they are all engravers, even if they are only low-level engravers. But once there was a conflict, it was not something Josh and the others could handle.
After all, even with Alan added, there are only two engravers among them. The other one is Josh. As for Ogg and those youngsters, they are all power users ranging from five to six levels, and together they are not enough to match anyone.
"Ogg, don't make trouble."
When the boy walked by him, Allen reached out and pulled him. Ogg didn't appreciate it at all, and shook off Alan's hand and said, "You know what, that bitch is challenging our dignity. If there is no return, what kind of nobles are we!"
Allen's face turned cold, and displeasure appeared in his eyes. In the end, he didn't have any deep friendship with these teenagers, and his friendship with them wasn't serious enough to allow him to advance and retreat together, live and die together. If it was Lucy or Regis and the others, Allen would have no hesitation. As for Josh or Ogg, to put it bluntly, the life and death of these teenagers has nothing to do with him.
Ogg has already stepped forward, put his hand on the shoulder of the girl with short hair and said: "Do you know who I am? I am Ogg, Ogg Lawrence! Woman, I have a crush on you, you should be happy. As long as You make me happy, and I'll give you whatever you want."
Josh and the others smiled and said nothing, and Ogg triumphantly turned his head and winked at them. Allen shook his head, turned around and went to drink by himself. He was almost certain that Oge's suffocating words would not have any effect at all.
(end of this chapter)