Chapter 192: Dark Demon Gives and Takes All
Dark looked at the envelope in Eudora's hand, feeling somewhat awkward.
It wasn't that he had never rejected anyone before.
But rejecting a young girl in such a public setting was quite hurtful.
The senior girls on the other side seemed to think that setting up such a display would support their juniors, but in reality, being rejected in public would only be more embarrassing.
Just like that girl before, who was welcomed by the boys but then ran out crying—wasn't this a public execution?
Dark actually disliked this kind of behavior.
Private matters, indeed, shouldn't be brought into the open.
Of course, if he were just an observer, he could watch with great interest.
But when it involved him personally, the feeling was different.
People are always hypocritical.
But what needed to be rejected, still had to be rejected.
No choice.
"Sorry."
But just as Dark spoke, Eudora suddenly thrust the envelope into his hand.
Then she said forcefully, "No need to apologize! As long as you read my letter properly, that's enough!"
After saying that, she looked up, her eyes revealing a determination that belied her soft, sweet appearance.
Dark paused slightly, not opening it on the spot.
Eudora didn't rush him either.
He said helplessly, "I'll read it."
Eudora then bowed sharply, saying, "Thank you!"
Afterwards, the little pink-haired, doll-faced girl lowered her head again and walked away as if fleeing.
Dark sat back down.
Dark held the envelope in his hand, frowning slightly.
This "invitation," which deviated slightly from what was expected, certainly drew many eyes, but because Dark clearly expressed his intention to refuse, it ultimately didn't spark much discussion.
Doron beside him quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, deeply burying his embarrassment.
But the chubby boy Pistan wasn't so reserved.
He peeked his head from behind Doron and whispered, "Dark, could this be a confession letter?"
Dark put the envelope into his bag and frowned, "Perhaps."
Whether it was an invitation or a confession letter, it didn't really matter.
Because the outcome would be the same.
"Look."
Rose nudged Diana's arm and pouted.
Diana smiled.
He rejected her, didn't he?
This seemingly interesting but, on reflection, rather exasperating initiative continued.
Eudora was the first to hand a letter to Dark, but certainly not the last.
Doron sat in the center, yet could only stare, watching Dark receive more and more "ball invitations."
It was as if all the first-year girls had conspired, coming up one after another to tackle the high-difficulty task.
Eventually, even the girls handing over letters were no longer nervous; instead, they pushed the letters into Dark's hand with amused smiles.
Dark maintained a superficial smile, but his heart gradually grew numb.
From the initial seriousness with which he treated Eudora to his current efficient rejections, it had truly been a process.
The other first-year boys, apart from him, lay slumped as if dead.
Doron asked weakly, "Hey, Dark, how many is this now?"
Dark: "Sixteen."
Doron: "How many are left?"
Dark: "Two."
Doron: "..."
"There are eighteen first-year girls in Noble House in total, so only two left, right?"
Diana displayed her smug mental arithmetic, smirking.
Rose also smiled along.
Among this batch of Noble House students, Dark Demon stood out like a lone star; anyone who accidentally glanced at him found it hard to look away.
He was like a black hole, absorbing all light.
Compared to him, all the other boys became dim and unnoticed.
Even originally excellent young boys like Doron received no attention.
This could only be described as the sorrow of the era, the degradation of morality, the distortion of human nature...
Perhaps in a few more years, when the girls' minds were fully developed, they might finally shift their gaze from that dazzling aura.
Rose glanced at her classmates beside her.
They had initially harbored some competitive spirit, but now that everyone had been rejected, they were instead laughing and playing.
After all, having "common interests" gave them topics to chat about.
That feeling was less like "falling in love with the same person" and more like "pursuing the same idol."
What caused Rose a slight worry was Eudora, the first to confess—she seemed different?
Around nine o'clock, the farce gradually dispersed.
There were successes and failures.
There was joy and sadness.
Dark, clutching sixteen letters, returned to his dormitory with heavy steps.
Behind him were the dagger-like stares of the first-year boys.
"It wasn't this exaggerated during Halloween..."
He rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted.
Fortunately, upon opening the door, he saw his cute Cat Grass greeting him at the entrance.
He picked up Cat Grass casually, then saw Cow Grass dozing by the balcony door, and Fox Grass still lying on the windowsill, squinting at the world.
Cat Grass was still the most affectionate!
"Slurp!"
Rubbing his face vigorously against Cat Grass's cheek, Dark absorbed enough "cat-nourishment" and finally relaxed.
Then he summoned Shuckle, squeezed a cup of apple juice, and finally began to go through the sixteen letters.
First was Eudora's letter.
Opening the pink envelope adorned with hearts and Christmas trees, pulling out the faintly fragrant stationery, he slowly unfolded the letter, first scanning it from top to bottom, then reading it carefully.
▼
I know you've never noticed me, even though we're always in the same classroom, but the distance between us is like walking from the source of a Mud River to its end.
I don't expect a confession to receive a response, after all, we're very different.
I'm not worthy of you yet, but I will work hard to become even better.
You are like the eternal sun in my heart; even the severe cold of winter cannot dispel the warmth you emanate.
One day, I too will become the warmth in your heart, nourishing your light with all the heat in my body.
I am yours.
...
▲
Dark: "..."
After reading this letter from beginning to end.
Dark tried hard to recall Eudora's outward impression, but only a pink doll-head came to mind.
So this child's personality was like this?
On the surface, this letter seemed quite ambitious, but the dangerous aura emanating from between the lines was almost overflowing.
"This is so hard for me!"
He had no choice but to temporarily place Eudora's letter in the upper left corner, then picked up the next letter to continue checking.
This second letter was finally a normal ball invitation, which made him sigh in relief.
Out of politeness, he should write a reply.
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