âCrack!â The glass goblet in Yu Tangâs hand immediately shattered.
âAh!â A blonde girl sitting not far away cried out in alarm, and the room instantly fell silent.
That white boy was also startled. Realizing that he had said something he shouldnât, he smiled wryly. âAi, youâre so stingy. If you donât want to introduce him, then forget it.â
This person was a playboy called Blair, and he came from a military and political family. This family had a president, two Defense Ministers, and countless members of Parliament. Blair did both men and women and was extremely capricious, but he wasnât a playboy in the ordinary sense.
He had entered Halun University not to obtain a graduation certificate, but mainly to obtain connections in school, not just for his family, but also to lay the foundation for his future path in politics. As the di son of the Yu family, Yu Tang was naturally one of the targets Blair wanted to rope in.
Yu Tang loosened his grip, and the glass fragments in his hand fell to the floor. Taking the towel from the secret guard behind him, he wiped his hand clean of the red wine. âThereâs an ancient saying in China: never covet a friendâs wife.â
This sentence sounded awkward in English, but Blair could distinctly hear the word âwifeâ, and his eyes immediately widened. âThatâs your fiance? My god, thatâs a man! Tang, are you serious?â
âOf course. Heâs my wife, not a plaything.â Yu Tang looked coldly at the playboy opposite him. âIf you dare have designs on himâŚâ
The secret guard had bent over to clean up the glass, and when he heard his masterâs words, a large piece of glass instantly flew out from his fingers and sunk into the sofa under Blairâs butt in a flash of cold light.
âOh oh!â Blair leapt up in fright. âTang, youâre too fierce!â
Previously, he had always thought that Chinese people were delicate and good-tempered, but ever since meeting Yu Tang, his three views had begun to be overturned. This person was temperamental, his methods were ruthless, and he had mysterious martial skills that couldnât be beaten. What was even more excessive was that he actually had a killer by his side! He really was too frightening.
This sort of person could only be a friend, and definitely shouldnât be made an enemy of. This was the tacit understanding which everyone in the Sunspot Club shared.
Chinaâs culture was ancient and mysterious, and Americans couldnât understand it at all. When Yu Tang had said that he and Song Xiao were long engaged, the members in the Sunspot Club did in fact believe it. They had even enthusiastically suggested holding a welcome party for Tangâs wife.
There were very few members in the Sunspot Club. Besides members of military and political families or tycoon families, there were even princes from other countries, such as Danto, who was dressed in a white gown.
âTang, since your wife is in America, what gift should I give him?â Danto walked out with Yu Tang as they left the auditorium. He had always felt that Yu Tang seemed more like royalty than he himself, and he was the easiest to converse with.
âDonât give him anything. My wife can only accept gifts from me,â Yu Tang said with a lowered gaze.
Danto was stunned for a moment, then nodded in understanding. âThatâs very true; wives should be controlled strictly. Itâs the same in my culture.â
Yu Tang nodded, pleased, then patted Dantoâs shoulder as they started to discuss a tactic for seizing the throne.
The beginning of a new semester was always chaotic. Halunâs program was very tight, and Song Xiao had to go to class on the second day. He had selected his course himself. Song Xiaoâs main major was business administration, and he had also chosen a minor in film arts. In the end, he still couldnât abandon his familyâs business. Since his father didnât know how to run a business, he would have to step up to the plate.
In the first class, the professor covered over forty pages of a book, and even assigned thirty books for them to look up as homework. The entire class was filled with anguished wails.
âHey, you Chinese?â An American young woman sitting next to Song Xiao tilted her head and looked at him curiously.
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Song Xiao turned his head and saw a foreign girlâs face. Because he had rarely seen Caucasians, he was face-blind for a time at suddenly seeing so many at once. He could only distinguish them by the color of their skin, and couldnât differentiate their appearances. In his opinion, all Caucasians looked the same, with deep-set eyes and high noses.
Song Xiao was startled, and inwardly lamented that American women really were bold and unrestrained. He then said with a smile, âThank you. Youâre also very beautiful.â
âYouâre from Imperial University, right? Iâve never seen you before. My nameâs Emily.â The enthusiastic girl walked out of the classroom with Song Xiao. âThereâs a welcome party tonight, are you going?â
âMn.â Song Xiao stared fixedly ahead of him as he walked, and he hummed when he heard this.
âThatâs great,â Emily said, delighted. âOur president will definitely do his best to pull you into the club when he sees you.â
Before Song Xiao could ask which club, he almost fell as he was suddenly pulled backwards to immediately fall into a certain strong and warm embrace.
âYour Majesty?â Recognizing the guy who had randomly appeared, Song Xiao raised his head and touched his nose, which stung from the impact.
Yu Tangâs face was cold as he looked at Emily, who was standing on the side.
âWow.â Seeing Yu Tangâs appearance, Emily couldnât help exclaiming softly. Why were the Chinese students this round all so attractive? She wanted to greet him, but was intimidated by that icy aura. She was startled and didnât dare speak. She could only quickly write down her number on a sticky memo and slap it on Song Xiaoâs arm before she ran off cheerfully.
Confused, Song Xiao took a look at his arm, but the memo was snatched away by Yu Tang, who crumpled it into a ball.
âWhat was that?â Song Xiao had never gotten a number from a woman, so he couldnât understand what ceremony this was.
âMarketing thing.â Yu Tang bullshitted, and threw the memo into a trash can.
Song Xiao nodded in understanding, then spoke about how enthusiastic that girl was, probably because she wanted to pull him into that unnamed club.
Yu Tangâs course was more or less the same as Song Xiaoâs, and the two of them went to the library. Completely unlike his lackadaisical attitude in high school, Yu Tang very seriously looked for the books he had to read. He sat next to Song Xiao to read them, and even wrote some detailed notes in his notebook from time to time.
Song Xiao looked at the serious Yu Tang, and it was as if he was seeing that always diligent emperor from back then.
The imperial environment was dangerous: If they werenât hardworking, they would be eliminated, and if they didnât fight, they wouldnât be able to live. Yu Tang had to work harder than anyone else to be able to seize the throne of the emperor.
âThings not looking good in the Yu family headquarters?â Song Xiao quietly asked.
As expected of his familyâs empress, he was very astute in his observations. Yu Tang turned and rubbed his head against Song Xiaoâs. âDonât worry, itâs much easier than fighting for the throne.â
The situation in the Yu headquarters here was truly much more complicated than in China. To use the past imperial household as a metaphor, China was like a feudal land split between two vassal princes, and their family only needed to live harmoniously with their seventh uncle. The US was like the capital. The children of the Yu family were numerous, and the power struggles were incredibly intense. To live well, they couldnât just preserve their own hide â they had to fight and contend with each other.
That nightâs welcome party was just a small-scale gathering, mainly to welcome these Chinese students who had come from far away. The organizers were senior schoolmates from Imperial University who had arrived last year.
âWeâll be a family in the future. If you have any difficulties, donât be afraid to come find this senior sister.â The students from Imperial University had formed a small organization that didnât have any official title and which was similar to an association for fellow townsmen. This senior who was speaking was the president of this townsmen association.
Gao Ao was still silently hiding in a corner, and was dragged out by a few seniors.
âI heard that youâre the champion of the International Mathematical Olympiad na; we also have a former International Mathematical Olympiad champion,â said the senior with thick glasses who was pulling on Gao Ao.
âReally? Iâm currently researching a question, but I canât solve itâŚâ Gao Ao finally became interested, and began to passionately discuss mathematical questions with the seniors.
âHello, do you mind if we join in?â A few fashionably dressed American women walked over and spoke up, following which a few people holding signs promoting their clubs came in.
There were too many clubs in Halun University, and everyone was cross-eyed with bewilderment. So far, they hadnât determined where to go; besides the âSunspot Elite,â where membership was by invitation, all the societies were throwing themselves at the new students to rope them in.
âJerry, look, thatâs him.â Emily dragged a robust man along with her and cheerfully headed towards Song Xiao.
âWow! Too perfect!â The large man, Jerry, circled Song Xiao and flashed his strong muscles at him. âHello, young man, are you interested in joining our association?â
Song Xiao blinked. âAzure Dragon Club?â
âHow could that be?â Jerry widened his eyes dramatically as he pointed at two muscular men with colorful tattoos all over their bodies who were energetically advertising their club to a boy; they clearly didnât look like good people. âThatâs the Azure Dragon Club.â
Song Xiaoâs lips quirked. âThen you areâŚâ
âWeâre â the Angels Club!â Jerry said the first word, and a group of people quickly gathered and loudly yelled âThe Angels Clubâ together.
âOh, dear Eastern boy, you really are a perfect match for our societyâs name. As president, let me extend an invitation: Join the Angels Club and become our clubâs ambassador!â Jerryâs tone was especially like that of an insurance salesman.
The Angels Clubâs previous ambassador had graduated, and they had searched for a long time, but couldnât find any suitable replacement. That was because they wanted to find someone with clean, fairy-like beauty, who at the same time was calm and warm-hearted like a deity.
When the party was over, Song Xiao looked at the angel wings brooch pinned to his shirt and curled his lip. He hadnât even said anything, yet these guys directly pulled him in. Was this just like what the emperor had said, a marketing pin?
âSong Xiao, which society are you joining?â Yin Yuanyuan walked over and asked with a smile.
Yin Yuanyuan was here to study literature and creative writing, so she joined a literature society. Every week, they would produce poems, and even rehearse stage plays.
âAngels Club, but I donât even know what it is.â Song Xiao showed her the small metal wings.
âThe Angels Club isnât really anything great. Do you have any interest in joining us?â A rather coquettish voice floated over from in front of them. Song Xiao raised his head and saw a white student in a red, long-sleeved shirt, who smiled as he passed him an invitation card with the shocking words âSunspot Eliteâ written on it.
After the student passed it to him, he turned and left.
Yin Yuanyuan was stunned for a long time, before she pulled Song Xiao under a street lamp. âHurry up and read the invitation! The guide senior sister said that if thereâs a black skull on the letter, it means that they really do want to invite you. If itâs a sun, that means that they like your face and want you to become a lover!â
As a veteran pure love enthusiast, Yin Yuanyuan had long investigated the matter of Sunspot Club inviting lovers, and had always been excited over the fact that handsome youths were invited. But when this happened to her classmate, she wasnât the slightest bit excited, and was just worried.
Song Xiao opened the invitation. There really was a dazzling little sun in it. He sneered and threw it in the trash.
Blair whistled as he walked off campus. As a third-year, he had been living off campus for a long time. Yu Tang said not to have any ideas about his wife, but people were just like this: The more they werenât allowed to do something, the more they wanted to. He was just curious, and wanted to take a good look at Song Xiaoâs appearance.
âBlair.â Just as he reached the campus entrance, a cold voice rang out from the shadows.
Blair turned around and was met with Yu Tangâs smile that wasnât a smile.
âOh, Tang, why are you here⌠Hey hey⌠Letâs talk it out properlyâŚâ
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âPresidentâs Secretâ
After a certain number of years, Blair, who had become the president:
Reporter A: Thereâs a rumor that thereâs a secret story from his uni days
Opposition: Thatâs right, he was castrated when he was in uni
Reporter A: ( â o â ) So is he still a man now?
Opposition: (Shrug) Perhaps we can commend him for being is the first female president in American history
Blair: (â°_âŻ)#
Wtf, some people actually think itâs going to be abusive? Where do yâall see that itâs going to become abusive? The plotâs just a little more tense, but itâs still very sweet PDA _(:Сăâ )_ If thereâs any abuse, then probably, itâs⌠dog abuse ba.