Chapter 192: Dark Demon Accepts and Declines All
Dark looked somewhat troubled as he gazed at the envelope in Yudora’s hand.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with turning people down.
But to refuse a young girl in front of everyone like this was quite hurtful.
The senior girls over there seemed to think that putting on such a show would give support to their juniors, but in reality, being rejected would only make things more awkward.
Just like that girl earlier who was welcomed by the boys but then ran out crying, isn’t this public humiliation?
Dark didn’t really like this kind of behavior.
Personal matters shouldn’t be put on display.
Of course, if it were just for entertainment, he could still enjoy it.
But when it involves himself, it feels different.
People are always hypocritical.
But he still had to refuse when he needed to.
There was no other choice…
“I’m sorry.”
But before Dark could finish speaking, Yudora suddenly shoved the envelope into his hand.
Then she forcefully said, “Don’t apologize! As long as you can take the time to read my letter, that’s all I ask!”
After saying that, she lifted her head, her eyes revealing a determination that was different from her soft appearance.
Dark hesitated for a moment, not opening it immediately.
Yudora didn’t urge him either.
He helplessly said, “I’ll read it.”
Yudora bowed deeply and said, “Thank you!”
Then this little girl with pink pigtails lowered her head again and walked away as if fleeing.
Dark held the envelope in his hand, slightly frowning.
…
This “invitation” that differed slightly from what he expected attracted many glances, but because Dark clearly refused it, it didn’t spark much discussion in the end.
Dark sat back down.
Next to him, Tudor quickly regained composure, as if nothing had happened, hiding the awkwardness deep inside.
But the chubby Pistan had fewer reservations.
He leaned over Tudor’s back and whispered, “Dark, could this be a love confession?”
Dark put the envelope in his bag and frowned, “Maybe.”
Whether it’s an invitation or a love letter, it doesn’t matter.
Because the outcome will be the same.
…
“Look.”
Rose nudged Diana’s arm and gestured with her mouth.
Diana smiled.
She must have been rejected, right?
…
This seemingly interesting action felt quite absurd when considered from a personal perspective. It continued unabated.
Yudora was the first to hand a letter to Dark, but certainly not the last.
Tudor, sitting in the center, could only watch as Dark received more and more “dance invitations.”
It was as if all the first-year girls had planned it, one after another coming up with high-difficulty tasks.
Eventually, even the girls handing letters no longer seemed nervous, but instead laughed as they stuffed the envelopes into Dark’s hands.
Dark maintained a surface smile, but his heart grew numb.
From his initial seriousness with Yudora to now efficiently refusing them, he truly went through a process.
The other first-year boys lay lifelessly.
Tudor asked weakly, “Hey, Dark, how many is this?”
Dark: “Sixteen.”
Tudor: “How many are left?”
Dark: “Two.”
Tudor: “…”
…
“There are eighteen first-year girls in the Noble Academy. Only two are left, right?”
Diana displayed her得意的算术 skills with a sly smile.
Rose also smiled.
Among this year’s students at the Noble Academy, Dark stood out uniquely. Once someone’s gaze fell on him, it was hard to look away.
He was like a black hole, absorbing all the light.
Compared to him, the other boys faded into obscurity.
Even a small boy like Tudor, originally considered excellent, received no attention.
This could only be described as the tragedy of the times, the decline of morals, and the distortion of human nature…
In a few years, when the girls’ minds matured, perhaps they would finally turn their gaze away from that dazzling halo.
Rose glanced at her classmates.
They initially had some competitive spirit, but now that everyone had been rejected, they instead laughed and played around.
After all, they shared common interests, and chatting now had topics.
This feeling was more about “chasing the same idol” rather than “falling in love with the same person.”
What worried Rose was the first to confess—Yudora seemed different?
…
Around nine o’clock, this farce gradually came to an end.
There were successes, failures, happiness, and sadness.
With sixteen letters in hand, Dark trudged back to the dormitory.
Behind him were the piercing gazes of the first-year boys.
“Things weren’t so exaggerated during Halloween…”
He rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted.
Fortunately, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the cute Grass Cat Plant welcoming him.
He picked up the Grass Cat Plant and noticed the Dairy Cow Grass Plant dozing at the balcony entrance, and the Fox-eared Grass Plant still peeking out the window.
The Grass Cat Plant was the most affectionate!
“Gulp!”
He rubbed his cheek against the Grass Cat Plant’s face, soaking up its nutrients, finally relaxing.
Then he summoned “Huhu,” squeezed a cup of apple juice, and began reading the sixteen letters.
First was Yudora’s letter.
He opened the pink envelope adorned with hearts and Christmas trees, pulled out the fragrant letter paper, slowly unfolded the folded paper, scanned it top to bottom, and then read it carefully.
I know you’ve never paid attention to me, even though we’re always in the same classroom. The distance between us is like walking from the source of a muddy river to its end.
I don’t expect a response from a single confession, given our differences.
I’m not worthy of you now, but I’ll work hard to become better.
You are like the eternal sun in my heart, even in the cold winter, your warmth cannot be dispelled.
One day, I will also become the warmth in your heart, nourishing your light with all my energy.
I am yours.
…
Dark: “…”
After reading the entire letter.
Dark tried to recall Yudora’s outward appearance, but only a pink-haired girl came to mind.
So this child’s personality is like this?
On the surface, this letter seems quite ambitious, but the dangerous undertones almost overflowed.
“This is too difficult!”
He placed Yudora’s letter in the upper left corner and picked up the next letter to continue reading.
This second letter was a normal dance invitation, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Out of politeness, he decided to write a reply.
