Before midnight, everyone went ho, and the golden cup was temporarily left at Nora Scott’s place.
What a lively evening.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott went to rest, while Nora Scott and Pedro Langley stayed in the living room.
"I’m too excited, can’t sleep tonight."
After taking a shower, Oliver strolled to Marcus Shaw’s bedroom door. He draped a towel over his head and casually ruffled it, causing water droplets to trickle down his neck and soak into the collar of his freshly changed T-shirt.
"..."
Marcus, who had just dried his hair, saw him and tossed the hairdryer over.
Oliver caught it with one hand and didn’t leave; instead, he carried the hairdryer with him into Marcus’s bedroom.
He said, "How about I sleep with you tonight."
Marcus froze for a mont, then warned him, "Get out of here now."
"No."
Oliver walked to Marcus’s bed, opened his arms, and fell directly onto the soft blanket, burying his damp hair and slightly wet towel into it.
Marcus’s face darkened, he reached out to pull him up, but Oliver stubbornly clung to the blanket, refusing to leave.
He began to act spoiled.
The two went back and forth, stuck in a stalemate.
Finally, Marcus reached his limit and slapped Oliver’s back, "Dry your hair before you get on."
"Okay."
Seeing Marcus relent, Oliver bead with joy, let go of the blanket, and jumped up.
However, the originally neat blanket was now crumpled and ssy, impossible to look at.
Marcus’s face darkened even more.
——Everyone at school should see this bookworm lying on the bed acting spoiled.
While Oliver used the ti to blow-dry his hair, Marcus went to find new blankets and pillows, tossed them to one side of the bed on top of his.
Never shared a bed with peers, but he’d had plenty of chances to sleep over with Andrew Hughes.
"Do you know who my sister’s friends are?"
The hairdryer roar ca to a stop.
Oliver unplugged it, put it away.
With short hair, a quick blow-dry got it done, now his hair felt soft, and he looked fresh, handso, and energetic.
Marcus paused, recalling that Longplains Tavern, and then thought of their talks about those...
He said, "Don’t know."
Anyway, at a glance, they seed out of the ordinary, with quite complicated identities and backgrounds.
"Recently, all the town’s second-generation rich have been complaining miserably; a wealthy young man from the northwest has been dominating circles, raiding various clubs and correcting them..."
This story was widely known, treated as a funny anecdote by all who needn’t fear it.
So rich second-generation parents even wished that "professional second-gen" would teach their sons, as a lesson.
Oliver had heard bits and pieces.
"...In short, the person all the rich scions avoid is Benjamin Durant. I thought he’d be obnoxious, but turned out he was quite easygoing."
Oliver shared everything he knew with Marcus, finally revealing the mystery.
"..."
Initially feeling drowsy, Marcus suddenly beca lively at hearing this.
That goofball?
Causing such a stir?
Sharing the tale, Oliver breathed out in relief, his excitent hard to hide, "My sister’s friends are really a bizarre bunch."
"..."
Marcus didn’t speak, but clearly shared the sentint.
At that mont, Marcus’s phone vibrated.
He looked, and it was a voice ssage from the "professional second-gen."
Clicked open: "Shaw, can you fix computers?"
Marcus’s lips twitched, he exited WeChat, setting the phone aside.
So what if rumors say he’s terrific outside?
Deep down, still got his quirks.
With Benjamin Durant’s voice ssage, Oliver, having heard it all, blinked, paused, then burst into laughter.
...
Last night’s events had been incredibly intense; Oliver, a re observer, was still wildly excited, talking non-stop to Marcus half the night.
Marcus, tornted by him relentlessly, almost threw him out several tis.
Too annoying!
In the end, they only slept around three or four in the morning.
However——
"What’s that sound?"
At six sharp, hearing the bamboo flute, Oliver covered his ears with the blanket, dazedly lifted his head.
"Wake-up call."
Marcus sat up, bear with the sleepiness, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Those siblings...
Respect.
"Huh?"
Oliver didn’t catch on, poked his head, only to get his ears assaulted again, quickly retreated, blocked them with the blanket.
Marcus pulled up the blanket, muffled, "Sis is learning bamboo flute."
"Ah..." Oliver realized, buried his face into the pillow, muttered, "I thought she was omnipotent."
"..."
Always making up so "virtual persona" for people.
After a mont, Oliver raised his face, watching Marcus prepare to change clothes, looking exhausted, sluggishly asked, "Aren’t you going back to sleep?"
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