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Chapter 220 The Ball

Although Erin's sudden confession caught her off guard.

But how could Gwen, who had come up with this idea in the first place, possibly reject Arryn's confession?

Seeing Gwen seemingly chuckling, Erin, who had successfully confessed her feelings for the first time, also smiled slightly.

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The entrance to Midtown High School.

The student council members, dressed in matching black formal attire, stood in two rows at the school gate with solemn expressions to welcome the guests.

The student council officers at Midtown High School are basically elites selected from each class. These people, when combined, are familiar with almost everyone in the entire grade.

Almost every guest who entered the school was greeted by a familiar student council member who guided them to the venue for the dance.

After chatting for a few minutes and confirming that they knew the location of the dance, these people would calmly return to the welcoming line.

Although their movements were a little awkward, each of them had a genuine smile on their face, which was very pleasant.

Accompanied by the roar of a supercar engine.

A silver-gray Aston Martin, like a silver lightning bolt, pierced the night and, after a beautiful drift, quickly drove into the parking lot opposite the school.

The roar of a supercar engine, coupled with a cool drift.

Almost instantly, the Aston Martin that suddenly appeared attracted the attention of a large group of people at the school gate, including several faculty and staff members who were helping to maintain order at the school gate.

"So handsome."

Hillary Clinton, who had just stepped out of an Audi, wearing a low-cut evening gown that revealed a large expanse of her fair skin, looked at the Aston Martin drifting into the parking space with a hint of envy in her eyes.

When the teacher officially announced the date of the dance, Hilary immediately set her sights on Erin, the girl in her class who drove a supercar to school.

She wanted to take advantage of the rare opportunity at the ball to establish a different kind of "friendship" with him.

Unfortunately, his plan failed before it even began, as he perished at the bottom of the lake.

Erin declined his invitation.

After being rejected by Erin, Hilary quickly found a wealthy replacement as her dance partner, but compared to Erin's Aston Martin, her partner's Audi was far inferior.

If she were the one riding in Erin's Aston Martin right now, she would definitely receive even more envy tonight, greatly satisfying her vanity.

pity.

All of this was taken away by that woman, Gwen.

Thinking of this, Hillary, whose academic performance was relatively average, couldn't help but feel that the famous beauty and academic star in the city was even more of an eyesore.

Clavel, who was also getting out of an Audi and dressed in a suit like a rich young master, noticed the envious look in his dance partner's eyes. Looking at the Aston Martin not far away, he felt a mix of jealousy and helplessness.

The Aston Martin DB7 Vantage is a globally limited edition supercar; even his father couldn't get his hands on one.

Being able to drive such a sports car to and from school undoubtedly demonstrates Erin's hidden wealth and terrifying connections.

Whether you can afford a car is one thing, but whether you can actually buy one is another.

Even if you can afford it, it's a different story if a high school student can drive it to and from school.

Although he was somewhat angry that his female companion was looking at another man with such admiration, his upbringing and rationality suppressed his anger.

Although he comes from a good family, he wouldn't invite enemies for no reason.

Especially enemies like Erin, who seem ordinary but whose background and wealth are unfathomable.

After her initial envy, Hilary seemed to sense her dance partner's silence.

After chuckling softly, she took her partner's arm and pressed her body against his, saying, "Come on, Clavel, tonight I belong to you."

Feeling the slight bouncy texture on his arm and the tingling heat from the breath on his ear, Clavel raised his head slightly and immediately showed an expression of enjoyment. Even the jealousy and anger that had just risen dissipated a bit.

He couldn't afford an Aston Martin, but at least Hilary, who was holding his arm tonight, belonged to him.

Clavel's heart burned with desire at the thought of the beauty's promise to let him do whatever he wanted after the ball tonight.

With that motivation, even his steps became lighter.

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On the other side...

After driving the Aston Martin into the parking lot, Erin did not get out of the car immediately, but instead put on the belt that Gwen had given him inside the car.

Seeing Erin change his belt in the car right in front of her without any hesitation, Gwen, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, couldn't help but spit out a light spit.

A few seconds later.

Arlin, whose hands fluttered like butterflies, now wore the belt Gwen had given her.

After fastening the buckle, Erin looked at the belt around her waist and exclaimed, "It's beautiful."

"Thanks."

Upon hearing Erin's praise, Gwen's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a happy expression.

When she opened her eyes again, she met Erin's slightly burning gaze.

As their eyes met, an atmosphere of romance began to develop inside the car.

Just as the two of them unknowingly drew closer and closer, their lips were about to touch.

"Tap tap tap..."

A knocking sound came from outside the window of the Marston Martin.

Turning her head, she saw Ilya, dressed in a fiery red evening gown, looking like a fire sprite, appear in Erin's line of sight.

Without a doubt, the sound of knocking on the window just now was Ilya's doing.

From Erin's perspective, he could see the gloating look in Ilya's eyes through the car window.

Gwen, who was awakened by the knocking on the window, also saw her best friend.

With her best friend right outside the car window, Erin and Gwen's romantic relationship could not continue any longer.

After exchanging a glance with Erin, Gwen, with a hint of apology in her eyes, opened the car door and got out of the Aston Martin.

After getting off the bus, Gwen took Ilya's hand and asked, "Ilya, when did you get here?"

"Me? I just arrived too. I just saw you guys were here, so I came over to say hello."

At this point, Ilya deliberately winked at Gwen and Erin, then said in a belated tone, "Oh, you two stayed in the car for so long without getting off. Did I interrupt your good time?"

What do you think?

Upon hearing this, Gwen couldn't help but glare at her best friend.

Standing behind Ilya, Brett, dressed in a striking white suit, helplessly apologized to Erin on behalf of his girlfriend:

"I'm sorry, Ilya is a bit willful, but I assure you, she meant no harm. She was just, well, just teasing her good friend."

Erin looked at Brett, whose face showed a hint of helplessness mixed with doting affection, and nodded, "I know."

Erin, who was exceptionally sensitive to emotions, could certainly sense whether Ilya's slightest action was malicious.

The other party really didn't mean any harm. At most, they just wanted to get back at Gwen for the teasing they had received earlier because of the Winston Dream Restaurant Black Gold Card, while ensuring that Gwen, the little lamb, wasn't bullied.

but.

Although Ilya meant no harm, Erin still held a grudge against her for interrupting his and Gwen's good time.

After exchanging a few playful words, the group walked towards the school gate, chatting and laughing.

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Before Erin and the others could even get close.

Simon, a student council member who was in the same class as Erin, took the initiative to go up and greet Erin.

"Hey, Erin, you're here! The dance is in the gymnasium. I won't say much more; it starts in about ten minutes. You'd better hurry over!"

Looking at Erin, who was paired up with Gwen, a hint of envy and admiration flashed in the eyes of this relatively thin student council member.

When no one was looking, he secretly slipped something into Erin's pocket, then patted Erin on the shoulder and whispered, "Good brother, this is all I can do for you. From now on, it's up to you. Have a good night."

Reaching into his pocket and touching the unique texture of the Smurf's body, Erin looked at Simon, who was walking towards another pair of students, with a strange glint in his eyes.

As a student council member, Simon was quite well-known in his class.

If Erin remembers correctly, Simon was also one of Gwen's many admirers. Because of this, the relatively thin Simon had suffered a lot of targeting and humiliation from the school bully, Fleischer.

Previously, Erin had given Fleischer and his friends a good beating, which also helped him vent his anger.

Since then, Simon's attitude towards Erin has completely changed.

However, even with this change in attitude, sending Erin Smurfs is still a rather bizarre move!

After shaking his head slightly, Erin put the Smurf in his hand into his Ring of Greed.

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After this little incident...

After passing through the school gate, Erin and his friends headed towards the school's gymnasium.

As they drew closer, the cheers and melodious music coming from the stadium became increasingly clear.

Soon, Erin and his group entered the newly renovated gymnasium.

The once dusty and grimy stadium floor was now spotless, gleaming enough to reflect the colorful lights shining through the hall.

On both sides of the stadium, there are tables covered with red cloths.

Looking around, the tables are laden with exquisite dishes, including luxurious and delicious dinners such as Wellington steak, French foie gras, and caviar, as well as a variety of beautifully presented and mouthwatering cakes and pastries.

But at this moment, no one lingered at the table laden with delicious food.

The students, dressed in their finest attire, carried wine glasses filled with various drinks and wandered through the emptied hall. Some chatted loudly in small groups, while others lingered in pairs in various corners of the hall, whispering amongst themselves.

In the middle of the stadium, the Möbius Band, composed of students from Midtown High School and who had previously represented Midtown in the intercollegiate league, was performing with great passion.

Surrounding the band was a huge circular stage.

Although the ball had not officially started yet, some eager people were already dancing gracefully on the stage with their partners.

Under the control of the lighting technician, colorful lights shone down from the dome, precisely illuminating them, seemingly cheering them on, or perhaps encouraging them in some way.

The song ended.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, they turned around on the stage, bowed slightly to the applauding crowd in thanks, and then gracefully left the spotlighted stage.

"You jumped really well."

After applauding the dancers on stage, Gwen turned to Erin and said, "I hope we can dance as well as them when we go on stage later."

"Of course, in fact, we'll only jump better than them. If we bring the level we've practiced, we can completely crush them, believe me."

After nodding affirmatively, Erin suggested to Gwen, "There are still a few minutes before the ball officially starts. If you'd like, we can go up on stage and practice a bit."

As time went by, the number of people in the stadium gradually increased, and even the empty stadium looked crowded.

As the last song by the Möbius band came to an end.

Today's dance party officially began with the orchestra's music.

Countless men and women took to the stage and danced to the music.

As time went on, the black suits of the men and the white dresses of the women mingled on the dance floor.

Even the air was filled with wisps of pink fragrance.

Meanwhile, Erin and Gwen had somehow ended up embracing each other, dancing and twirling together in the middle of the dance floor to the rhythm of the music.

On the dance floor.

Gwen blinked her eyes, gazing at Erin, who had one arm wrapped around her slender waist, a strange light flashing in them.

"You jumped much better than when we practiced before."

Erin shrugged. "I already said I'm a genius, so isn't it normal that I learn things quickly?"

"...Really? I thought you were going to say you'd be secretly practicing every day?"

Secretly practicing, of course, also happens.

However, the frequency was far less than Gwen had imagined.

Erin used her photographic memory to memorize the dance steps and movements.

With his extraordinary agility and superhuman physical coordination, it would be a piece of cake to present the dance so beautifully.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe all of this as a waste of talent.

Therefore, after practicing tango a few times, Erin quickly caught up and even surpassed Gwen, who had initially taught him to dance, in terms of dance skills.

(End of this chapter)