Shen Zifan threw gratitude at Caesar on the second floor, and he ran away from the Norton Pavilion, which was as dazzling as glass and amber.

"Silhouette Club? I thought Shen Zifan came here and chose the student union!"

"Who isn't it? So he wants to join forces with Chu Zihang to deal with Caesar?"

"But if he was determined to join the Lion Heart Club, why didn't he go there at the beginning? This Chu Zihang's inauguration ceremony is almost over!"

"Maybe, neither side wants to offend him?"

The crowd was talking, and the two presidents Caesar and Chu Zihang were very speculative, but this most critical position of the new generation was very unpredictable.

On the second floor, Nono walked to Caesar and looked with him towards the gate of Norton Pavilion.

"I thought you would at least invite him to join the student union in person," said Nono.

"It's no need to ask for an invitation that you know you'll be rejected," Caesar said lightly.

"Where is the Lionheart?" Nono asked.

"Don't worry, if he wants to join the Lionheart, there is no need to support me."

"But in fact, you also have a little expectation in your heart that he will join the Lionheart Club, right?" Nuonuo asked softly.

"You always understand me the best, yes, I am very satisfied whether it is friends or opponents!" A smile appeared on Caesar's face, which was an extremely confident smile.

He faced everyone in the first floor lobby, and his voice was loud, as if the emperor issued an order to his people.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the dance has begun, please enjoy an unforgettable and joyful night here!"

Jazz music was played, handsome men and beautiful women were dancing in the ambiguous air after passing the noble etiquette. The gentlemen who were dining were talking about topics that could influence political facts. They were of extraordinary origin and everyone was arrogant and were the pioneers of the times. At that time, the Norton Pavilion was like a wonderful world of utopia.

Finger sat in the corner, unconsciously following the music drum beats and stomping. He raised a glass of Rafi wine, looking at the infatuated men and women who were generally younger than him in the middle of the dance floor, but were born in the upper class.

They had a colorful smile on their faces, but they hid the hearts of jackals, tigers and leopards.

"It's a pity that you left Shen Zifan."

Finger touched a glass of air, then raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass.

...

The presidential inauguration ceremony of the Lionheart Association is definitely above the standard compared to an ordinary banquet, but if it is compared with the banquet of the student union, it can only be described as "shrimp".

Compared to the student union, the Lionheart invited students not only for the whole school, but those who can come here are basically elite students.

There is no music, no dance floor, and no crystal chandeliers that can't even open their eyes.

There is a long wooden table carved by yellow rosewood in the middle of the hall, with forty-eight chairs lined up on both sides. At the end of the long table is a main seat, and a cursive script with the word "liu" hanging on the wall behind. On the table are sashimi, roasted whole lamb, braised lion head and other dishes from various regions, including Chinese cuisine.

Because today's banquet protagonist is Chinese.

The Lionheart Association is an organization that releases the Lionheart Association. The members who can join the Lionheart Association are well-deserved leaders in terms of bloodline, strength and will. They are known as the most powerful reserve army in the executive department of the Kassel Academy.

And now that is at their peak is Chu Zihang.

"It's seven o'clock, President, it's time to start." The man in a black suit stood beside the boy in the main seat and reminded.

Lancelot, a 2008 A-level student at the undergraduate department of Kassel College, vice president of the Lions Hearts Association, French from Kassel College, and is also the best assistant to President Lion Hearts.

The boy in the main seat nodded, "Then let's start."

It may be because of the solemn environment or the oppressive feeling from the boy on the main seat, the whole hall was very quiet, as quiet as if he was in a quiet ridge.

But everyone present is used to this atmosphere. In other words, they are all so taciturn and have a lion's heart.

The boy in the main position began to make inauguration. His tone was calm, but there was actually a hint of depression in his heart.

The person he was looking forward to the most did not come.

In fact, it was also expected, because the banquet at the Lionheart Club does seem much more dull than the student club, and the specifications of the two are not on the same level.

Although there is no one in the Lionheart who can compare with Caesar's prominent family background, there are many members who can spend a lot of money. However, they have never loved this, which is one of the reasons why the Lionheart and the Student Union are so hostile.

In their eyes, Caesar was just a playboy who had a little more capable second generation. They believed in the life creed of abilities hidden in their hearts and never lingered in their mouths.

At 7:13, Chu Zihang completed all the necessary steps before the inauguration ceremony, but the man still did not come.

All members and a few guests who were invited looked at Chu Zihang in the main seat. They would not ask questions on their own initiative, but the president did not give orders, and no one would take the lead in getting the chopsticks.

The whole hall was silent for a while, and the atmosphere on the dining table seemed dull and low-pressure. Chu Zihang knew that he could not drag it anymore.

"Then, the banquet will be formal..."

boom!

When Chu Zihang was about to announce the official dining, the gate of the venue was pushed open.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Shen Zifan, who had a slightly messy hairstyle, appeared at the door of the hall. He straightened his tie, looked at Chu Zihang in the main seat and bowed deeply, raised his head and looked apologetic in his eyes.

"I came just when I was having a meal? I interrupted the president's speech as soon as I came in. How could there be such a rude person like you?" The man who was close to the last seat frowned and scolded.

"Yada Yuki, there is no need to scold anyone who has sincerely apologized, and I unilaterally invited Shen Zifan to come." Chu Zihang said to the member of the Lion Heart Club, and then looked at Shen Zifan and smiled, "It's good to come, it's not too late."

Shen Zifan breathed a sigh of relief, Chu Zihang didn't seem angry, but he walked towards the last seat with a little nervousness - there were only a few empty seats there.

"The banquet has officially begun, please have a meal."

The banquet at the Lionheart Club is solemn and solemn. Even if there is occasional chatting, it will be a serious topic of division of labor and development within the organization. It is completely different from the style of the student union. It can be said to be two extremes of indulgence and rules.

Shen Zifan didn't care about these things. What he cared more was whether he could have a good meal without being disturbed during the meal. In this regard, he actually prefers Lion Heart. Although the ingredients of Lion Heart are incomparable to the Student Union, they are more in line with his oriental taste.

Just as Shen Zifan was preparing to reach the sashimi, another pair of silver chopsticks blocked him in the air and grabbed the fat piece of fish with lightning-like movements.

Shen Zifan knew who it was, but he didn't look up and said nothing more. He just turned to other food quietly.

Sushi, robbed; eel, robbed; beef tendon, robbed...

"I am frank, you are not worthy of appearing at the Lionheart banquet, and you cannot afford to be the title of S-level. I have seen the duel between you and the principal. Your kendo is not orthodox, but a side-door, and even more trash.

When the other party took action to compete with Shen Zifan for food again, the chopsticks in Shen Zifan's hand, which had always been of good temper, turned into a silver sword and thrust hard at the other party's wrist. Yada Yu screamed and fell down the tableware in his hand, staring at Shen Zifan with anger.
Chapter completed!