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Chapter 206 The Invitation to the Ball

"Kayle, Caesar! May I ask if you could be my dance partner?"

The girl blushed, nervously twisting her hands together, and stood in front of Caesar shouting loudly.

Faced with the girl's excited invitation, Caesar simply smiled gently:
"Sorry, I already have an appointment."

"Huh? Someone invited you?" The girl's disappointment was palpable.

"I'm sorry," Caesar simply said.

"Okay then." The girl left dejectedly with her head down.

"Wow, you're something else. Four girls have asked you out in one day. You're in high demand." Leon whispered to him.

"Heh. I'm also curious why they all came to me," Caesar said.

"Sigh, he's handsome after all; everyone likes pretty boys," Leon said, shrugging.

“Who’s calling you a gigolo?” Caesar seemed quite unhappy with the label and glared at Leon.

“Okay, big man, by the way, have you already found a dance partner?” Leon asked.

"Nope."

"No? Then why did you reject them?" Leon asked in surprise.

“We don’t even know each other, what do we agree to?” Caesar said.

“That’s true. I didn’t realize you were so serious about this,” Leon nodded.

When they arrived early this morning, they found an invitation on everyone's table. Upon opening it, they discovered that it was Xia's birthday on the 7th of next month, and all the students and parents of Class 1 of the Red Thistle would be invited to a birthday dinner.

There will be a social dance at the dinner party, and they are all of age to attend this year, so everyone will bring a dance partner. Although it is not mandatory, it is a basic matter of face in high-class social occasions.

After the invitations were sent out, the students immediately began looking for dance partners. Several of the more popular students quickly found dates, and some students already had partners, so a large number of students were still single.

Caesar was invited four times in a row on this day. After all, he was handsome, had a good personality, and had previous honors, so his popularity was self-evident.

However, he declined them all. Firstly, because the girls who came were people he didn't know well; they'd only exchanged a few words with most of the time, and it would be too inappropriate for them to travel together.
Secondly, he doesn't know how to dance socially, and it would be terrible if he embarrassed himself.

He had to attend Xia's birthday banquet, a gathering place for social elites, but he didn't care about the dance party; he wasn't interested in dancing or anything like that.

"So who are you planning to dance with?" Leon asked.

"We'll see then. There are still more than ten days left. Besides, one person can manage, can't I?" Caesar said.

“You’re really brave. I definitely couldn’t stand standing all alone at the ball,” Leon said.

Just then, Tess returned from the library carrying a large book. Upon seeing her, Leon immediately approached her with a grin.

"Tess, do you have a dance partner yet?"

"Nope."

"Then I."

“Oh, then I’m sorry, I already have a dance partner,” Tess immediately corrected herself.

Leon looked like he'd just eaten a sour lemon.

"Since no one dares to go with you anyway, why don't you just..."

“Tch, if I wanted to, the line of people inviting me could stretch all the way overseas! But I have something more important to do this year,” Tess said.

"what's up?"

"Hmph." Tess revealed a somewhat gloomy expression.
"I've heard all the details about this ball. There will be a competition, a little event, and the winner will get the chance to invite Sia to dance the first dance."

Leon and Caesar both paused, momentarily stunned.

"You want to participate?" Caesar asked tentatively. "Of course," Tiss nodded.

"No, I didn't expect that you were interested in Sia?" Leon asked in surprise.

“Who would be interested in her!” Tess said angrily.

She quickly realized that her voice was too loud, and many classmates looked at her. She quickly cleared her throat and lowered her voice.

“Of course I’ll participate, and I’ll be the winner, the one who gets to invite her,” Tess said smugly.

"Then, when she was ready to dance with me, I made a graceful turn and rejected her firmly. Hmph, I can't wait to see her expression when I rejected her in public."

"Do you have a grudge against her? Or do you have a grudge against your own father?" Leon couldn't help but ask.

If Kent, as the acting secretary of the Central Military Commission, had actually seen his daughter do this, he probably would have been so angry that he would have developed high blood pressure.

Caesar couldn't help but chuckle.

But this was the first time he had heard of this rule at the ball.
It's like a martial arts contest to find a husband.

It makes sense. The person who gets to dance the first dance with the Imperial Princess will definitely attract everyone's attention. This is a great opportunity to enhance prestige and influence, and all factions will definitely fight tooth and nail to get it.

Wouldn't that make the ball more interesting?
"Class representative, remember to collect the homework. Today's class assistant is Celia. Please tidy up the podium and bring it to my office."

"After the class on magical creatures, Ita gave the instructions."

Back in the office, Celia neatly arranged the prepared course materials on the desk and helped her tidy them up.

Ita poured himself a cup of tea and glanced at Selil.

She cleared her throat and said, "Celiel, by the way, Princess Sia's birthday party is starting next month, isn't it?"

“Ah, yes, teacher,” Celia said.

"I heard there's a ball this time? Have you found a dance partner yet?" Ita asked casually.

"I haven't done that yet."

"You want to invite Caesar, right?" Ita said with a faint smile.

“No, yes,” Celia said embarrassedly.

"So what's the situation?" Ita asked.

Cyril then said somewhat dejectedly, "I've already seen Caesar reject several girls today. Maybe if I go, the result will be the same."

"Maybe, he might be waiting for your invitation," Ita chuckled.

Celia blushed, as if she were imagining something, then quickly shook her head: "No, no way, someone like me, he shouldn't, he shouldn't."

Although she said that, the girl's face still showed a look of longing.

Gazing at Celie, who was lost in her fantasies, Ita couldn't help but smile.

"Silly child, he is indeed waiting for someone to invite him, but the person he's waiting for is me."

Ita thought to himself, and a smug look appeared on his face.

She enjoyed this feeling. So many girls longed for Caesar's invitation, but he only waited for her. This unique favor was something only she could enjoy.

"Sigh, Caesar will probably be eager to invite me when we get back tonight, right? Should I be a little reserved then? Oh right, Caesar doesn't seem to have a suit for the party yet. I'll have to take him to get one made. Let's make it a matching style with mine. Speaking of which, does he not know how to dance ballroom? Sigh, I guess I'll have to teach him. What a silly Caesar, how can he manage without me? By the way, does going out as dance partners count as going public with our relationship? No way, we're still kids, hehehe."

Ita was already thinking about the ball, and as she thought about it, she couldn't help but let out a silly laugh, which startled Celie, who was tidying up her homework.

"Teacher Ita's smile is so strange," she thought to herself furtively.

(End of this chapter)