novelraw Chapter 014 The Rejected Gentleman
Chapter 014 The Rejected Gentleman
weekend.
The "Golden Autumn Dance" jointly organized by the two schools.
The auditorium was brightly lit and colorful.
The crystal chandelier was fully turned on, reflecting a dazzling light.
An orchestra played a soothing waltz in the corner.
This is an annual event for University A and the neighboring art college.
It's also a battleground where countless young men and women find love.
Wen Ning stood next to the champagne tower.
She looks beautiful today.
Or rather, it's almost too beautiful.
The outfit mandated by the system—a minimalist black slip dress.
The previous design was conservative, only slim-fitting.
But behind it, there are only two extremely thin, intersecting straps.
Her entire smooth, jade-like back was almost completely exposed under the light.
The skirt was slit up to her thigh, and her long legs were faintly visible as she walked.
She was like a proud black swan.
Standing there, he automatically created a vacuum in this noisy dance party.
The boys around her wanted to look but didn't dare, and no one dared to come up and chat her up.
After all, the whole school knows.
This is Jiang Ci's person.
A commotion suddenly broke out at the door.
It's bigger than ever before.
"Here it comes!"
"Holy crap, is that Jiang Ci?"
"He's actually wearing a suit? I'll never see Jiang Shen in a suit in my lifetime?"
The crowd automatically parted to form a path.
Wen Ning looked up.
His breathing paused slightly.
Jiang Ci walked in.
She had shed her usual aloof student demeanor.
Tonight, he wore a well-tailored black suit.
The white shirt was buttoned up to the top and tied with a narrow black tie.
Her usually loose, stray hairs were combed back, revealing her full, smooth forehead and sharp brow bones.
Abstinence.
It is also full of adult male hormones.
As soon as he entered the venue, his eyes were fixed on Wen Ning.
Without the slightest hesitation.
That figure, the center of attention, walked straight across the dance floor toward her.
Wen Ning gripped the wine glass in her hand tightly.
Heartbeat.
Not just because he's so handsome, but also because...
The countdown in my head is about to begin again.
Jiang Ci walked up to her.
Stand still.
His gaze swept over her bare back, and his eyes darkened.
He frowned almost imperceptibly, as if he wanted to take off his coat and put it on her.
But looking around, he held back.
The music changed.
It is a classic dance piece.
Jiang Ci straightened his cuffs.
Then, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people in the audience.
This academic genius, who has always been aloof and disdainful of such social occasions.
He bowed slightly.
He extended a long, beautiful hand to her.
Palms facing upwards.
It is a standard, gentlemanly gesture for inviting someone to dance.
"Wen Ning".
His voice was deep, tinged with the lingering notes of a cello.
"May I have this dance?"
Suppressed screams echoed from all around.
Everyone thought that the next second would be a fairytale scene of a prince and princess sliding into the dance floor.
however.
【drop--】
[A key plot point has been detected.]
[Task issued: Show your fickle and capricious nature!]
Reject him! Reject him in public! And then randomly grab a stranger to dance with!
[Make him lose face!]
Wen Ning's vision went black.
Losing face?
Jiang Ci has probably never been rejected in public in his entire life.
If I refuse, will he turn hostile on the spot?
[Ten seconds left in the countdown.]
[Failure Penalty: Perform a public square dance.]
Wen Ning: "..."
Rather than wearing a backless dress to dance in the square, it's better to offend Jiang Ci.
She took a deep breath.
I forced myself to look away from the hand that was hanging in mid-air.
She didn't even look at Jiang Ci's focused eyes.
"I do not want."
Three words.
Crisp and clear.
The surrounding air froze instantly.
The music seemed to have faded away.
Jiang Ci's fingers curled slightly.
He remained in that position, without moving.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"What?"
Wen Ning bit her lower lip, turned her head to the side, and put on all the acting skills she had ever had.
I said, I don't want to dance with you.
Her voice trembled, but to others it sounded like arrogance and disdain.
"You're so boring. Dancing with you is no fun at all."
"He always has a long face, it's so boring."
Jiang Ci's face darkened.
The outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
Those eyes, which had been carrying a hint of a smile, instantly froze.
An uproar erupted around them.
"I'll go? I refused?"
"You find Jiang Shen boring?"
"This woman is so dramatic! That's Jiang Ci, after all!"
The mission is not over yet.
We also need to find a passerby.
Wen Ning looked around in a panic.
A boy happened to be passing by.
Wearing a plaid shirt, thick-rimmed glasses, and holding a cup of cola, he was watching this scene with a gossipy expression.
He seems like an honest, down-to-earth engineering student.
You're the one.
I'm sorry, classmate.
Wen Ning reached out and grabbed the boy's arm.
It was like grasping at a straw.
"classmate."
She forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Will you dance with me?"
The engineering student was terrified.
I almost crushed the can of cola in my hand.
He glanced at the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him, then at Jiang Ci, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Huh? Me? I don't..."
The boy wanted to run away.
This isn't a romantic encounter, it's a death sentence!
"You're the one!"
Wen Ning didn't give him a chance to refuse.
She slammed her wine glass on the table, grabbed the boy, and dragged him onto the dance floor.
"Come on, dance with me."
She didn't dare to turn around.
I didn't dare look at the person behind me.
Jiang Ci stood still.
The rejected hand slowly withdrew.
His arms hung at his sides, clenched into fists.
The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.
He watched as Wen Ning pulled another man onto the dance floor.
Watching her fair hand rest on that man's shoulder.
She watched as the man stiffly wrapped his arms around her waist.
A cold glint flashed across the lenses of his glasses.
Jiang Ci did not leave.
He simply stood there, coldly watching the center of the dance floor.
The air pressure around me was frighteningly low.
Within a radius of five meters.
No one dared to approach.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
The engineering student who was grabbed was so frightened that his glasses tilted to one side, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Ci even once.