Speaking of hot pot, Nathalie Quinlan seed quite interested. She gave an ’Mm-hmm,’ put away her phone, and followed behind him.
"I’ll go start the car," Amadeus Yancey said, the corners of his mouth turning up.
He led the way and didn’t even spare a glance for Zeus Tanzil as he passed by, simply brushing past him.
Nathalie did the sa, trailing behind Amadeus as she walked past Zeus.
It wasn’t that she was impolite or had any issue with Zeus, she simply had forgotten about the existence of this person who had tried to chat with her earlier.
Once they had left, only Alfred Garland and Zeus Tanzil remained.
Compared to Amadeus Yancey, who didn’t even consider his "rival" a person, Alfred considered himself to have a bit more humanity. As he passed by Zeus, he patted him on the shoulder with a sympathetic expression, and in a gentle voice, said, "My condolences!"
Zeus Tanzil: "..."
Right then, his phone rang.
Zeus watched the direction the three had left, unable to regain his composure for a long while, until the persistent ringing of his phone snapped him out of his daze, and he distractedly looked down at the caller ID.
Zayn Fisher.
He furrowed his brows and slowly brought the phone to his ear.
"Hello? Yeah, I’m at the university. Just now?"
He looked once more at the pillar where Nathalie had just been leaning and rembered the gaze that appeared both roguish and defiant.
Feeling a sense of loss, he said, "I ran into so trouble just now, but it’s fine now. You guys go ahead and eat. Send the address, I’ll be right there."
Having said that, he hung up the phone.
Shortly after, a ssage popped in with a location pin, a fairly upscale restaurant close to the university.
Following the location pin, Zayn sent him another ssage.
The gist was that ’his girlfriend just finished an exam and was a bit tired, so they decided not to go sowhere far to eat, settling instead for a place near the university. Next ti they had the chance, he would treat everyone to a al at a fancy club.’
Zeus glanced at the explanatory ssage he received, his eyelashes drooping, his creamy, young-looking face devoid of expression, though a hint of disdain seed to flit through his eyes.
He casually replied with an ’Alright.’
But in his heart, he begged to differ.
There were only a few top students in the finance departnt at Tsinghua University, and even fewer would achieve success in the future. Zayn Fisher was quite decent: young, sowhat intelligent, and ca from an acceptable family background. Being in the sa dormitory and following the principle of making friends, they had a decent relationship and could be considered friends.
Zayn was okay when they first t, but after getting to know him better, it was a bit hard to describe him.
Like the ssage he had just sent to Zeus.
It was too vain!
He wanted to take his girlfriend to treat their dorm mates to a al and introduce her to everyone, which was understandable.
He had heard that his girlfriend did well on her tests and was also there for the independent recruitnt exam at the sa university. As underclassn, they could look after her in the future.
But if you’re going to treat soone, just do it. Beijing is not McKinney, a place with wealthy professionals every three steps and wealthy hos every five.
The Fisher family was quite reputable locally in McKinney and had so renown, but in a place like Beijing, teeming with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, the Fisher family’s foundation just wasn’t strong enough.
Zayn could afford to book a fairly upscale restaurant, but the more upscale clubs in Beijing required status to enter. Even for Zeus himself, getting in was rather difficult, so how could Zayn claim to host everyone there? Wasn’t this just boasting and blustering in an attempt to maintain his ’face’?
Zeus, born into the top-tier social circle, really looked down on such overt and vain posturing.
He glanced at the location address sent by Zayn once more, deleted the ssage, placed his phone in his pocket, and walked towards the university gate.
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