Song Xiao didnât meet Yu Tang that night, so he returned to the dorm by himself. His roommate Gao Ao had already returned, and was sitting on the bed and reading a book with a very profound-looking cover.
It wasnât early anymore, so Song Xiao showered and prepared to go to bed. Before going to sleep, he took out a book to read as usual. In his last life, he was the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and was mainly responsible for the state treasury and foodstuff, so he was more adept in handling accounts. Thus, when it came to learning business management, he started with the financial side of it. He had borrowed an introduction to international accounting from the library today, and planned to gain some understanding of it.
It was a little difficult to read an English book. Song Xiao listed out the terms he couldnât comprehend and looked them up. After memorizing over thirty terms or so, it was no longer hard to read the rest of the book.
As he read, Song Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Gao Ao on the opposite bed. That person was still attentively reading his book and was completely silent. Song Xiao frowned slightly. Just now, he had felt a gaze on him. After wading through the bureaucracy for so many years, he still had a sense of vigilance.
âGao Ao, what society did you join?â Song Xiao opened his mouth and asked.
âMathematics club.â Gao Ao glanced at him then quickly looked away. âHave you joined the Angels Club?â
âMn. Senior Emily didnât say what the Angels Club is about; do you know?â Song Xiao asked with a smile.
âHow would I know?â Gao Ao rolled his eyes, put away his book, and drew up his blanket to go to sleep.
Looking at this roommate who was hard to interact with, Song Xiao shook his head and turned off the lights. Laying under his quilt, he sent a text to Yu Tang.
ă Letâs eat breakfast together tomorrow? ă After typing this sentence out, he deleted it word by word. Song Xiao rubbed his nose against the blanket and turned over.
ă My roommate is a little weird ă Replacing it with this text, he frowned and felt that it wasnât right either. Given Yu Tangâs temper, he might think that Gao Ao was bullying Song Xiao â what was Song Xiao going to do if Yu Tang rushed over to beat Gao Ao up?
ă Goodnight, my emperor ă In the end, Song Xiao turned it into this meaningless sentence. He rubbed against his pillow. After not sleeping with Yu Tang for over a month, he sort of missed his embrace.
After Yu Tang dealt with Blair, he returned home. This villa wasnât far from campus, as it was purchased by the first Yu family member who came to Halun University many years ago. Now, it was available to any child of the Yu family who was studying in this area.
There werenât many children in this generation who were Yu Tangâs age; his cousin from seventh uncleâs family, Yu Qi, had also come to America for university this year. The little genius had gone to study in a university near Silicon Valley, so there were only Yu Tang and Dugu An in this villa now, as well as two Filipino maids.
âHowâs the training?â After exerting himself in beating someone up earlier, Yu Tang sat on the sofa and sipped on an iced cola which a maid gave him.
âThe closed training will take half a year or more,â Dugu An stood by Yu Tangâs side and said in a low voice.
Yu Tang swirled the cola in the cup and muttered to himself for a time. Just as he was about to say something, his phone abruptly sounded with the short cry of a xiao, and he promptly picked it up for a look. Looking at the simple and short three words which didnât contain any punctuation, his expression couldnât help softening. Raising his head and noticing that the maid was still present, he restrained his urge to get up and walk around, and instead coughed dryly. âI see. Wait a while longer.â
âYes.â Dugu An nodded.
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The Angels Club held activities very frequently. On the second day as a member of the society, the president notified Song Xiao about taking part in an activity.
âOh, Sean, youâre here.â The muscular president saw him from a distance, and even waved in greeting.
âMy nameâs Song, not Sean.â Song Xiao didnât want to take an English name. A nobleman would never change his given name or surname; he would never change his name on a whimsy just to be liked by others.
âOh, sorry, Song.â The president good-naturedly followed his pronunciation. âNames in another language are always hard to remember. Do you still remember mine? Haha, Iâm Jerry; you know the cat and mouse, rightâŚâ
President Jerry seized Song Xiao by the shoulders and chattered nonstop about todayâs activity as they walked into the clubroom.
âTodayâs theme is love. Song, youâll be acting as Cupid. An Asian Cupid will definitely attract the admiration of passersby.â The lively young miss Emily came over and slipped a white changpao and a pair of feathered wings into Song Xiaoâs arms.
The muscular Jerry wore a peach pink-coloured short skirt, Emily wore a masculine suit, and the other members had also changed into bizarre clothes. There was even someone carrying a musical instrument.
âLetâs go, ladies and gentlemen.â Jerry twisted his bucket-sized waist and stepped forward in his high heels. Just as he reached the entrance, he fell on the floor with a âthumpâ.
Song Xiaoâs lips quirked. It seemed he had discovered what this club was about.
In one corner of the city square, Cupid Song Xiao held a plastic bow and arrow as he stood on a stone block. Jerry, wearing a short skirt, knelt before his feet in a pleading pose, as Emily in her Western suit arrogantly raised her chin.
The large boy in their society who was carrying a saxophone sat next to them and did his best to play a romantic tune. The musical instrument case was open and on display to everyone. The square gradually became lively, as passersby looked at this amusing performance. They would pause and throw some spare change into the case.
One of the three most famous societies in Halun University, the Angels Club, was, in fact, a begging organization!
âOh, gosh, look at that Cupid.â A girl passing by saw Song Xiao with his delicate facial features, and couldnât help raising her hand to take a photo.
âThis is my first time seeing a Cupid with an Eastern face to discipline you, arenât you?
Xiaoxiao: Hurts
Fish Tang: Where does it hurt, quickly let me have a look (Hugging and blowing)
Didi: (￢_￢) Yielding just like this, is it still discipline?
Fish Tang: I see that youâre itching for a spanking
Didi: Ow ow, hurts
Fish Tang: Itâs supposed to hurt
Didi: QAQ
Baobao Notes
If you guys noticed, Iâve been updating a little lesser and later than usual. Thatâs cuz my semester was and is going into a hellhole of assignments piled together once again⌠The constant rush is almost over (I think), and I might be able to translate more from next weekend on. Like oof, Iâve been so busy that this chapter was translated over a week ago, but I just didnât have the time to put it upâŚ