"Took a little walk." Aiden nodded.
"Any impressions?"
Aiden felt strange that Jeanne asked this, could it be that being a teacher for too long made her want him to write a reflection?
After thinking for a bit, Aiden still answered, "The environment here is very nice, the greenery is done very well, the students are also very friendly, mm, also very enthusiastic. I've already received more than one note with contact info written on it from female students."
"Aside from that?" Jeanne didn't expect him to answer like that, "Did you not feel the strong atmosphere of learning here?"
Aiden very honestly said, "I don't really like studying, so I can't feel it."
Jeanne froze for a second, then couldn't help but remember how Aiden fell asleep in class, and said a bit helplessly, "Alright, I've already noticed that."
Then she asked again, "Speaking of which, did you accept those notes the female students gave you?"
Aiden shrugged, "What do you think? Of course, if it were from you, I think I would still accept it."
Jeanne could hear Aiden complimenting her, but still said, "I'm a teacher, not a teenage girl with nowhere to vent her youth, I won't do something like giving someone my contact info."
"That's really a pity, because I really did think about that." Aiden shook his head pretending to be regretful.
Jeanne clearly saw through his act, thought for a moment, then smiled sweetly and said, "If you really want it, then it'll depend on your performance tonight."
"You mean drinking?" Aiden raised an eyebrow and asked.
"What else? We've only known each other for a few hours." Jeanne also raised her eyebrow slightly, though she knew Aiden was saying it on purpose, so she didn't mind the teasing tone in his words.
"Yeah, it's only been a few hours, but I was even your student during those hours," Aiden said. "Can't you make an exception for our student-teacher bond? I listened to your lecture for a whole hour."
Jeanne glanced at him and said plainly, "To be exact, it was ten minutes. You were asleep the remaining fifty minutes."
Aiden gave an awkward "uh," scratched his head, and said, "How about I pay you to give me a private tutoring session?"
"Forget it. I don't want to lecture for an hour to a student who falls asleep as soon as class starts." Jeanne curled her lips and said with annoyance.
She didn't wait for Aiden to speak again, walked over to the motorcycle and got on it, using her long and stunning legs to support herself, then said to the man behind her, "However, if your performance tonight satisfies me, I'll give you a chance."
"To exchange numbers?" Aiden straightened his body and asked.
"No." Jeanne shook her head, looked back at him, and said something unrelated to their previous joking, "A chance to pursue me."
Jeanne also didn't know why she would say such words. Perhaps it was because life over these hundreds of years had been too lonely, so after encountering a man who looked rather pleasing to the eye, she wanted to try the taste of love?
Or perhaps it was because there were already not many witches left in this world, so she wanted to contribute a share of strength to continue the race?
But regardless of which situation, she also had to admit, she did seem to have some slight goodwill toward the Eastern man sitting behind her.
But this bit of goodwill was not enough to make her fall in love with Aiden at first sight, so that sentence actually still carried a trace of joking meaning within it.
Perhaps it wasn't even a joke, after all, she herself wasn't clear what she was thinking.
She also felt she should give it a try.
Aiden naturally heard the joking tone in Jeanne's words. He didn't feel disappointed, instead, he joked, "You want to make a move on your own student?"
"You're just a temporary student." Jeanne corrected his words, for a bit, then suddenly smiled and said, "Don't you want to try a forbidden student-teacher romance?"
Aiden blinked, didn't speak, just placed both hands on Jeanne's shoulders, just like he did before coming here.
Witches' personalities were too strange, completely different from ordinary humans. Their words couldn't be fully taken as truth, but couldn't be fully taken as false either. So he had to carefully think about how much weight her words carried.
Seeing Aiden not speak, Jeanne also didn't continue speaking, she directly started the motorcycle.
After the motorcycle exited the school, Jeanne slightly turned her head and glanced at the hands placed on her shoulders. Her silver-gray eyes flickered with a trace of unknown light, "You can try hugging my waist."
Aiden lowered his head and looked at Jeanne's waist, which even though dressed in leather clothes, was still as snake-like and slender. A wave of heat surged in his heart, but he still asked, "Really?"
"That's why I said try. If my body resists, then it's not okay." Jeanne said. She didn't reject physical contact with men, but the premise was that it must not be overly intimate. Just like now, after she said this sentence, Aiden really did move his hands from her shoulders to her waist, and his fingertips slid all the way down her back.
"Any weird feeling?"
"It's fine, just a bit ticklish."
Jeanne discovered that she actually really didn't reject it, and what she said was also the truth. She indeed felt a bit ticklish, but she didn't know if it was physical ticklishness or the itch caused by a stirring heart. Having not been in love for hundreds of years, she simply couldn't distinguish it.
Also, she didn't notice that the position of Aiden's hands was a little dangerous, although it was indeed on her waist, as long as they moved a bit lower, they would touch her peach-like hips.
After that came a long silence. The only sound by their ears was the engine of the motorcycle, yet both their moods were far from calm. One was trying to distinguish the thoughts in their heart, while the other was enjoying the witch's astonishingly elastic waist.
Not long after, the motorcycle stopped in front of a bar.
Of course, this bar naturally wasn't the one opened by that important male supporting character Rodin in the game, just a very common beer tavern found in Europe.
Jeanne should be a regular customer here. After entering, she greeted the waitress who welcomed them, then led Aiden to find a seat and sit down.
Jeanne used her eyes to signal the waitress to wait a moment, then asked Aiden who sat opposite her, "What flavor of beer do you like?"
At this moment, Aiden was examining the environment inside the tavern. He found that many guests were drinking and playing cards, very similar to how things were back at Yellow Flag bar in Roanapur. The only difference was that on these people's tables, besides cards and beer, there were no guns.
Hearing Jeanne's question, Aiden shook his head, "I don't know much about beer. Anything's fine."
Back when he was in the country, he'd also occasionally go for late-night meals with colleagues or friends. Of course, he'd also order beer.
But the industrial beer drunk during those meals basically all tasted the same, anyway, after drinking enough, it just felt like drinking water.
"In that case, let's start with two Bocks."
Jeanne snapped her fingers at the waitress on the side, then casually removed the red-framed glasses she'd been wearing on her forehead and placed them on the table.
Seeing that Jeanne only ordered two beers, Aiden was a bit speechless, this clearly meant she intended to drink without food!
Aiden previously wasn't very interested in alcohol. It was only after drinking more that he gradually came to like it a bit.
Even when at home, Tifa would mix drinks for him daily. But no matter how he drank, where he drank, or what he drank, he wasn't used to drinking without food. He had to have some side dishes, even with the drinks Tifa mixed.
So Aiden immediately said, "Not ordering anything else? For example… we could get a few snacks to go with the drinks."
"This is a beer tavern, not a restaurant. Have you seen anyone drink in a bar and order food?" Jeanne retorted.
Aiden really wanted to say, in our country's bars you can order food, some even let you order hot pot. Let alone, this place had a beer tavern sign. He'd even seen a plate of sausages on the table next to them. But thinking it over, he still didn't speak.
Just then, the tavern waitress brought over two large mugs of dark reddish-brown beer.
Seeing the color of the beer, Aiden's heart sank. Though he didn't know much about beer, he'd heard that the darker the color, the less complete the fermentation and the higher the alcohol content. But he didn't know if it was true.
Watching the silver-haired witch elegantly drink half a mug of beer in one go, Aiden also picked up his beer mug and took a sip. Then his brows furrowed.
A bit bitter, and the alcohol content was a bit high. This stuff was definitely strong beer.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand why Jeanne didn't order any side dishes. Judging from this, the silver-haired witch was trying to get him drunk?
'But, I'm not that easy to get drunk,' he thought. Especially since this was just beer, even if it was strong beer.
Still, he didn't like drinking this kind of bitter beer. After forcing down half a mug, he finally understood why industrial beer was so popular back home. The refreshing taste beat everything.
Seeing Aiden's brows hadn't relaxed for a long while, Jeanne could tell at a glance that he didn't like the taste of this beer. She lightly shook her head, made a compromise, and snapped her fingers to summon the waitress.
"A plate of sausage, and another Pilsner for him."
As she spoke, the silver-haired witch picked up the half-full mug of beer that Aiden had drunk from, and downed it in one go.
Seeing Aiden's shocked gaze, the silver-haired witch used her finger to wipe off the foam at the corner of her lips, her face flushed but her tone calm as she said, "Frugality is a virtue. The bread used to make this drink, seventy years ago, right here, sold for five hundred thousand marks per portion."
In fact, she just wanted to test, where exactly was the bottom line of her acceptance toward the man in front of her.
But now it seemed, maybe it could be even lower?
Jeanne had the second glass of beer she ordered for Aiden delivered very quickly. This was a kind of beer with a slightly lighter color, and it gave off a very rich malt aroma.
But Aiden only stared at the beer, not showing any intention of moving his hand.
Seeing Aiden not making a move for a long time, Jeanne rested her delicate chin on her left hand, and used the fingers of her right hand to draw circles on her own beer mug, speaking in a calm tone, "Give it a try. If you still don't like it, I can continue to help."
Since Jeanne had already said this, Aiden had no choice but to reluctantly lift the beer mug, lightly took a sip, then exhaled a breath. Although it was still a little bitter, the taste was surprisingly good.
Lightly setting down the beer mug, Aiden looked at the silver-haired witch across from him, "Miss Jeanne, looks like you'll have to drink your own."
'Do you really think I actually want to drink beer you've already drunk from?'
Jeanne glanced at Aiden, then thought to herself, 'Alright then, actually that feeling of getting into a state of shyness after acting boldly is really not bad.'
This was a feeling she had never experienced in the hundreds of years of her life.
Thinking this in her heart, Jeanne suddenly pursed her lips into a smile, but she quickly restrained the smile on her face. However, the amusement in her eyes didn't disappear, and her thoughts began to become more active.
Witches had never been a race that liked to be passive.
Aiden looked at Jeanne, who suddenly smiled and then returned to normal, and felt a bit puzzled in his heart. Although he often interacted with women, in truth, he didn't really understand a woman's heart, especially not the woman in front of him, who was a witch with a changeable personality.
Just as Aiden was guessing what the silver-haired witch was thinking, he suddenly saw Jeanne tugging outward at the collar of her clothes that nearly reached her chin, as if searching for something.
While Aiden was still puzzled, Jeanne found the zipper hidden behind the collar, and then, he saw Jeanne slowly pull the zipper down, she only stopped when it reached her chest.
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