On Thursday afternoon, Alan had just finished a lesson on basic math, and his little head was almost bursting with numbers. It was nearly dusk, and a large golden sun shone from the sky, bathing the entire academy in the light of divinity. The towering minarets, round domes, and carved buttresses wonderfully combined in the glow of the setting sun to create a beautiful picture that eased Allen's nerves, which were almost screaming under the pressure of formulas and numbers, were soothed.

He stretched, leaned against the stone railing, and took a deep breath. The air smells of early autumn, and the yellowing leaves of the plane trees are a reminder that the golden autumn is coming.

"Alan!"

Several voices shouted his name, and Alan had no choice but to pull his mind back to reality from the incomparably beautiful world. The bright red eyes were greeted by several teenagers of the same age, all of whom were of the same level. Although they are not from a high-ranking position like Bethcord, they dare to make friends because Allen's external identity is only a side branch, and his status is not much different from that of these teenagers.

If it is a direct child like Adele, even if Adele is willing to accept them, they are not willing to do so. Class is one reason, and the other is that the sensitive self-esteem of teenagers does not allow them to do so. The boys did not want to have a superior friend of their own, and walked in his light and shadow.

By the time he was willing to tie up with the powerful and climb up by unscrupulous means, he had already lost a pure heart.

Alan is not the kind of person who is good at dancing with long sleeves, and the social aspect is an obvious shortcoming for him. In a previous course on family management, the instructor mentioned that every participant in family management must treat social activities as a job and do their best to do their best. It doesn't matter if it's an individual or a family. Its own strength always comes first, and at the same time, it needs some allies.

The guru said, "It doesn't matter what level you position these friends at, but one more friend is better than one more enemy, isn't it?" ”

This sentence touched Allen, so he began to consciously make certain changes. For example, a kind smile or a simple greeting. And this qiē soon won him several so-called "friends". Of course, his identity is also an important factor in this.

Among several friends, Josh's family Weems has been active in recent years, moving around in many ways, and is expected to leap from an ordinary aristocrat to a famous valve. Therefore, among these teenagers, Josh, who has a beautiful white tooth, will always be the center of attention. What's more, this young man is in the family heir sequence, although he is ranked low, but this identity alone is much more noble than others.

Including Allen, who is only a side branch, so when Josh offers Allen to take the initiative, the teenager can't think of any reason for the other party to refuse. As a result, Alan naturally joined their circle, but it was slightly different from what Josh expected. Alan didn't want to make friends because of his status, but just to change himself and work hard to become a qualified family manager.

If Josh knew what Eren really came from, he would be very annoyed.

"Alan, how about coming to the bar with us in the evening?" A teenager invited.

A boy with dark green hair next to him also said, "yes, Josh has a treat, and I've heard that the chances of sex in bars are higher." ”

Josh laughed and scolded, "It turns out that our little Oger is still a boy. ”

Several teenagers burst into laughter, but Alan did not refuse the invitation. It's not like he hasn't been to the bar, so it's a social event, he said to himself.

As night fell, when Alan got out of the taxi and saw the bar's sign. The shop sign is made of colored light tubes to form a large tree, and the words "Old Oak Bar" are underneath.

"How did you get here? I thought it was going to twilight. Behind Allen, the boy named Ogg complained.

There was also a slight look of disappointment in the eyes of the other teenagers, and Josh was quite embarrassed. He knew that Twilight was a good place, but with the money he had in his family, he couldn't squander it in a bar the size of Twilight. What's more, there is a special reason to choose the bar of Old Oak tonight.

"Listen to me." Josh coughed dryly and said, "What's so good about the soft place of twilight, although the specifications of the old oak tree are not as good as it, but you don't know, the women here are very welcoming!" ”

Hearing him say this, the other teenagers gave up, and then rushed into the bar like a swarm.

Pushing open the oak door of the bar, a smell of smoke mixed with alcohol came to his face, and there was a little damp and gloomy, which made Alan frown slightly. Old Oak looked a little better than the surface bars that Allen had visited, but it was nowhere near as good as the bars like Sabre and Twilight. The old oak also entertained mostly civilians, and two or three drunks could be seen everywhere shouting loudly and pouring wine with fists. Among them were some members of the hunting group, who occupied some corners of the bar, drinking in silence or talking in whispers, with the occasional chuckle.

On the stage of the bar, three sexy girls are dancing pole dances, attracting drinkers to frequently throw tips on the stage, just to make the girls' performances more enthusiastic.

It's a complicated place, and there are people of all kinds of religions. Apparently it wasn't a place for the children of the aristocracy like Josh, so when the well-dressed teenagers crowded into the bar, it attracted a lot of attention. However, Josh and the others didn't care, especially Oger, who even squeezed to the other side of the stage to watch pole dancing.

"Give each of us a beer!" Josh led the crowd to the bar and knocked on the bar with a pretended tact.

A bartender behind the bar said happily, "Please wait a moment, young masters." ”

A short time later, several large glasses of ale were delivered to Allen and them. Alan took a sip, bitter and astringent, far from the beer at the blazing bar in Sanger Town. However, Josh and the others were very excited, and everyone drank most of the glasses. As soon as the wine was drunk, there were naturally more words, and the topics discussed by the teenagers were inseparable from their own family or a certain woman they had besieged themselves, as for whether they were still the first brothers or had become men, only they knew.

Soon, their conversation shifted from a beautiful girl or a sexy female tutor at school to a woman in a bar. To be honest, there are indeed a lot of women in the bar, and in addition to the drinkers, there are more waitresses. Their uniforms are all low-cut skirts, and when they lie low or bend over, they always let people see something at the neckline or under the skirt.

Men would always tip their necklines and reach out and touch them hard on their thighs or buttocks. Some even tip enough, so the waitress grins and pulls the guests to some dark corners of the bar.

While the boys were drinking, a waitress walked by, and Josh pretended to be generous and shoved a few small bills into the woman's neckline, then reached under her skirt and felt them between her legs. The woman was funny and angry, and spat out: "The little ghost whose hair has not yet grown up also learns to mess around here." ”

After that, he laughed and went away, a few boys, you look at me, I look at you, and then laughed.

"Ogg, look there." After another glass of inferior ale, Josh bumped his companion with his elbow: "There's a superb." ”

Josh gestured to a table not far from them. At that table sat four or five young men, among whom was a young woman with short millet hair and well-defined features. Dressed in a leather short backrest, his coat was open, and only a black bandeau was tied inside, revealing a large area of snow-white flesh. The thin waist with no excess fat is curvy, and the straight hips are wrapped in a pair of denim shorts. The legs that extend from the trouser tube are slender and snow-white, and a dagger tied to each of the outer thighs adds a bit of wildness to the woman.

Seeing her, Oger couldn't help but lick his lips. At this time, the girl also noticed their side. Seeing Ouge looking at himself, Nu Lang raised his middle finger and said, "What do you see, little ghost, go home and drink milk." ”

The group of companions next to her burst out laughing.

This made Oger's face hot, and Josh snorted even more: "A pariah, dare to be so presumptuous!" Ogg, you can't take her tonight, don't say you're the young master of the Lawrence family. ”

Ogg jumped up and poured a glass of wine into his stomach. Then the glass slapped the bar and said, "Look at me." ”

Alan frowned in his eyes. The young men, including the short-haired girl, all had the fluorescent light of the source power on their bodies. There is a pattern in the flow of fluorescent dark bands, which is a sign that the circuit has been built. Apparently they were all engravers, even if they were low-level engravers. But once there is a conflict, it is not something that Josh and the others can handle.

After all, even with Allen, there were only two engravers among them. The other one is Josh, as for the teenagers in Ouge, they are only source power people ranging from level five to six, and together they are not enough opponents for any person.

"Ogg, don't make trouble."

As the boy walked past him, Alan reached out and pulled him. Ogg didn't appreciate it at all, shook off Allen's hand and said, "You know a fart, that is provoking our dignity. If we don't reciprocate, what kind of nobles are we! ”

Allen's face turned cold, and his eyes showed displeasure. After all, he didn't have a deep friendship with these teenagers, and the friendship between them was not heavy enough to allow him to advance and retreat together, and live and die together. If it was Lucy or Regess, Alan would have no hesitation. As for Josh or Ogg, to put it mildly, the life or death of these teenagers is none of his business.

Ogg had stepped forward, put his hand on the millet girl's shoulder, and said, "Do you know who I am?" I'm Ogg, Ogg. Lawrence! Woman, I like you, you should be happy. As long as you make me happy, I will give you whatever you want. ”

Josh smiled silently, and Ogur turned back and winked at them triumphantly. Alan shook his head and turned to drink to himself. He was almost sure that Oger's words would not have any effect at all. I1387