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"Beautiful lady, I wonder if you hail from that mysterious and enchanting land of the East. I apologize for interrupting your rest, but your beauty and the traditions of ancient China are truly captivating to me. I am Oterber, and I would be honored to know your name." Oterber approached Yang Xiaoyou and Liang Wuxuan, bowing gracefully to Liang Wuxuan before speaking in an elegant and sincere tone, his Mandarin surprisingly fluent.
With his handsome appearance and an alluring charm, Oterber's presence caused nearby girls to gaze at him in a daze. This trip was indeed a blessing; the students from the Royal Academy of Basic Studies were already impressive enough.
Having just arrived at the hotel, they encountered another outstanding gentleman. Compared to these two, perhaps only Li Xiao, the acting Vice President from Yuying Middle School, could hold a candle to them; the other boys from different schools were hardly worth noticing.
Seeing the charming smile on Oterber's face, Liang Wuxuan responded with a flirtatious smile of her own. Coupled with her eerie aura, she instantly drew the attention of nearly all the males around her.
Noticing her bright smile, Oterber felt a flicker of excitement in his heart. It seemed he had made a good first impression, which meant he had already succeeded halfway. As long as he continued to showcase his specialty in the time that followed, it would require little effort on his part.
After establishing some delightful rapport, he could leave behind a beautiful girl who would remember him fondly. The mere thought of such an accomplishment was enough to pique his interest.
However, just as this dashing prince was about to seize the moment, Liang Wuxuan smiled sweetly and replied in Arabic, "Ah, I'm so sorry; I must have misheard you earlier. You don’t seem like someone who would say such things."
Oterber, who had been ready to press forward with his charm, found himself momentarily speechless at Liang Wuxuan's directness.
Yet, instead of showing any embarrassment, he revealed an even more intrigued expression. "Haha, interesting! I will remember your beauty, and perhaps we shall meet again."
After clapping his hands in admiration, Oterber turned without hesitation and walked away. He certainly did not believe her claim of having misheard him; lingering out of hope would only lead to being toyed with.
"Hey, it's been a while since I've encountered such an intriguing target. I thought it would just be a simple encounter with a beautiful flower vase," he mused as he waved goodbye to his companions. He felt genuinely interested and showed no signs of irritation at being called out.
If he were on vacation now, he wouldn't mind staying behind to play with her a bit longer. However, regrettably, such diversions were not suitable when faced with a mission that required significant time and energy. These encounters could serve as embellishments while concealing his true purpose.
But if the task at hand proved too challenging and demanded excessive effort, it could lead to losing sight of his primary goal—something that was absolutely unacceptable.
Seeing Oterber walk away decisively without any lingering attachment made Yang Xiaoyou raise an eyebrow. She nudged Liang Wuxuan with her elbow and said, "It seems like he has taken a liking to you."
"Hey? Really? That's quite troublesome. You'll protect me, right? That fellow seems a bit dangerous," Liang Wuxuan said playfully, puffing out her chest and meeting Yang Xiaoyou's approach with an enticing sway, clearly unbothered by his closeness.
Then, with a hint of mischief in her voice, Liang Wuxuan whispered, "Besides, your agreement to join the School Trip probably has something to do with that fellow from earlier."
Hearing the Demoness's words, Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit speechless; she truly had remarkable insight.
Just as the two were murmuring to each other, Prince Roshe, who had initially approached due to the October preparations, continued his way toward them.
It was only now that he truly regarded Yang Xiaoyou, who was close to Liang Wuxuan. He first expressed surprise at Liang Wuxuan's ability to speak Arabic, then turned his scrutinizing gaze up and down Yang Xiaoyou, speaking in a tone of mild admiration. "I've heard about you from Lin. She's rather reclusive, so I must thank you for your help during this time."
His tone was reminiscent of the initial praise he had given to Li Xiao; from an outsider's perspective, it seemed Yang Xiaoyou should feel honored by his commendation.
"Uh, she talks to you? You're quite humorous," Yang Xiaoyou replied with a suppressed laugh. The fellow's harassment of Feng Lin was something Menglu had complained about endlessly to her. Yang Xiaoyou was well aware of how he had been treated; frankly speaking, if Menglu hadn't been right beside Feng Lin, he might have already been cut down.
Yang Xiaoyou's words struck a nerve with Roche; a brief stiffness flashed across his face before he quickly returned to his calm demeanor. In a serene tone, he remarked, "Being self-assured isn't wrong for young people, but one must have the means to back it up."
Afterward, seeming somewhat embarrassed in front of Liang Wuxuan, he exchanged pleasantries before turning to address matters concerning their Royal Academy of Basic Studies.
Observing the figure of His Highness departing, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but shake his head; he really thought of himself as a prince.
"Hey, that pretty doll-like koala bear—tsk tsk—how come you didn't cut him down?" Liang Wuxuan complained beside Yang Xiaoyou. Hearing this made him shiver; the Demoness's thoughts were truly baffling.
However, perhaps because this Prince had connections with Liang Wuxuan's family and her centenarian great-grandfather was eager for a great-grandson-in-law, there would likely be pressure on her regarding this matter.
Since they had just arrived from their flight and needed time to adjust due to travel fatigue and jet lag—especially after spending so long in the airport shops—there were no group activities planned next. Everyone was free to rest in their rooms. Those interested in solo activities were not discouraged but were required to ensure they could be contacted at any time. If the number of people teaming up reached a certain standard, they could directly call on Li Xiao's three tour guides for assistance.
As this School Trip emphasized social interaction, room arrangements were typically double occupancy unless specific requests were made. Those who were uncomfortable could approach Li Xiao for a change.
Because Yang Xiaoyou knew that Li Xiao, that fellow, didn't really care for him, he had no interest in provoking trouble. Instead, he dragged his class leader, Zhang Peng, to get a room.
In fact, he wouldn't mind sharing a room with the Demoness, but here, if an unmarried woman shared a room and others found out, it could lead to serious consequences.
"Uh, well, Yang, I'm more accustomed to having my own room," Zhang Peng said somewhat reluctantly as they entered a lavishly decorated room that had a hint of Arabic influence. He was keeping a close eye on Yang Xiaoyou's movements.
Yes, Zhang Peng was indeed helpful, but there were limits to his willingness to help. For instance, he couldn't bring himself to offer any kind of personal sacrifice. While he could chat normally with Yang Xiaoyou without prejudice on the way here, being dragged into the same room made him feel a bit uneasy. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he seemed to prepare some excuse.
"Ahem, I... well, never mind. It's okay; I probably won't be staying here much anyway. Just think of it as your personal room," Yang Xiaoyou replied, feeling somewhat speechless after Zhang Peng's remark. His heart couldn't help but harbor more dislike for that gossip-spreading Li Xiao.
Originally, he intended to catch up on some sleep to regain his strength after arriving, but now he had lost all interest. After dropping off his luggage and tidying up a bit, he greeted Zhang Peng and walked straight out.
His behavior made Zhang Peng feel a bit guilty for having initially been anxious. As a nice guy, he couldn't help but question himself: had his words hurt Yang Xiaoyou's seemingly strong yet fragile heart?
With this thought in mind, after Yang Xiaoyou left, Zhang Peng hesitated and pondered for a moment, as if caught in some internal struggle.
To be continued...
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