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【You were watched by Grandma Arendt's earnest eyes, and your face blushed silently. 】

A: Denies dating Arendt, you are just friends.

B: Deny dating Arendt, admit that you like him.

C: To associate with Arendt by default, hoping to be recognized.

Even though you have long practiced the ability to be flattered or humiliated in the Black Robe Academy, you still feel a little at a loss when faced with such a question from the old man.

You licked your lips, trying to calm yourself down.

You: "No, Arendt and I are not dating."

The old man frowned, seemingly in disbelief.

You: "It's true that we haven't dated, but...but I like Arendt, there is no doubt about it, but his attitude has always puzzled me, and I can't be sure of his intentions..."

Hearing what you said, the old man smiled slowly and looked at you lovingly: "Don't worry, Edmund, I grew up with Arendt, and no one knows him better than me. He likes you, Love it more than you think."

you:"……………………"

——Hehe, Arendt is an acting genius, don't you think so? !Anyone who thinks he knows him will be slapped in the face, the villain's mind is not so easy to guess!

Of course, you didn't intend to express these slanders, and you were bathed in the loving eyes of the old man, and you asked a little stiffly: "You...don't object? Arend and I are both male..."

Grandma: "Oh, no, I'm not such an old-fashioned guy, although I also want to see a cute great-grandson, but nothing is more important than Luente. As long as he is happy, I will not meddle in my own business ——You are old, even if you want to take care of it, you can't take care of it..."

You listened to the old man's emotion with some embarrassment, but you were really relieved in your heart.Parents pass this level so easily?It went so smoothly that it was unbelievable!

...However, it seems that the old butler on the Crawfordson line is also very understanding?It's a god assist!

Feeling sorry for his great-grandson who passed away, the old man suddenly turned to you, with your irresistible pleading in his eyes: "I also watched you grow up, Edmund, I know you are also a good boy, a person worthy of my trust." , A good boy who can entrust Arendt..."

Grandma: "Aaronte has grown up and has something on his mind. I will not force him to tell me everything. I am also old, and it is impossible to stay by his side all the time. So, Edmund, I can only rely on you gone."

The old man looked at you straight, as if trying to pierce your heart, solemnly and seriously: "Promise me, Edmund, no matter what happens, you will stay by Arendt's side, help him, and forgive him , love him, and don't let go of his hand until the end of life."

You look at the old man, unable to hide your shock.

You find that maybe this old man is more perceptive and wise than you and Arendt think, she has already discovered something and felt the change of Arendt.She is worried, but she can't stop her. She can only pin all her hopes on you, and only hope Arendt can be happy.

Seeing you stunned and speechless, the old man eagerly stretched out his skinny hand and held your hand tightly: "Promise me, Edmund!"

You: "Yes, yes!"

You settled down, met the eyes of the old man firmly, and uttered your oath from the bottom of your heart: "I will always be with Arendt, help him, understand him, and love him until the end of my life."

The old man slowed down his expression, smiled, and raised his hand to stroke your hair: "My good boy, I can feel relieved when I hear you say that."

Immediately, she changed the topic and immediately returned to her daily mode: "Oh, child, the wild vegetables are almost dry, can I ask you to help clean up the kitchen? It's a mess, it's all dirt."

You were taken aback by the old man, you nodded helplessly, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

The old man looked at your back, looking a little sad, and he didn't know what he was thinking, while Arendt slowly turned out from behind the tree in the yard with an unpredictable expression.

——Yes, those girls who guessed that Arendt must be eavesdropping, you win!How could a stupid author who loves dog blood let go of such a popular stalk? !

Hearing Arendt's footsteps, the old man turned his head, as if he had guessed it a long time ago, without any surprise.Her expression was as loving as ever, and she even gave Arendt a reproachful look: "Damn boy! Where did you go again? You don't stay at home all day, and you don't even have one-tenth of Edmund's cuteness and caring!"

Arendt: "........."

Arendt laughed and shrugged nonchalantly, with a bit of self-satisfaction: "So, I helped you lure Edmund home, didn't I?"

——If you are here at this moment, you will definitely feel that you are not a family, and if you don’t enter a family, the grandparents and grandchildren are all acting schools!

The old man laughed and cursed, drove him into the house, and then walked back slowly.

The three of you tacitly didn't say anything more about this discussion, and the days were still quiet and peaceful, and you all ignored the slowly flowing shadows in it.

So the holidays are over, you and Arendt saying goodbye to your parents and Arendt's grandma, and as for Jennifer - hey!Don't worry about where this girl has gone!

After returning to school, you have sensitively discovered that the atmosphere in the school is quite delicate.You are a little baffled, but soon, you saw the brochure for the Croizen Night Ball.

You picked up the flyer, read the words on it silently, and then felt a little complicated: "Cloisen..."

Although after the first two weeks, you already know this festival very well, but the game system still dutifully re-explains it for you.

You raised your head subconsciously, trying to find Arendt, and soon saw him vaguely in the middle of the crowd.

you:"………………"

——Hehehe!

You twitched slightly, feeling displeased again, but this time, you didn't choose to turn your head away full of anger, but walked towards the crowd instead.

As soon as you get to the edge of the crowd, you see Arendt surrounded by five or six beautiful girls—even a boy!They are scrambling and can't wait to offer him an ardent invitation.Arendt grabbed her hair, perfunctory with some helplessness and seemingly irresolute, raising everyone's desire and expectation higher and higher.

you:"………………"

——Hehe, isn’t the other attribute of the villain all scum? !

Just as you groan, you feel a light pat on the shoulder.You turned your head to look behind you, and found a handsome boy looking at you with a flushed face. Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be in a gray robe.

You thought he looked familiar, but it took you a while to realize that he was your classmate in the communication class, he was extremely shy, rarely talked to anyone, and you hardly ever said a few words to him.

The boy blushed, and said loudly as if death was at home: "Then, that...Edmund...Cloisen Night, can I invite you to be my dance partner?"

In an instant, you felt that the surroundings suddenly fell silent. Everyone—mostly students from the Black Robe Academy—looked at the boy as if they were looking at a warrior who wanted to die and a fool.

It's a pity that the nervous boy didn't notice it at all, and was still watching you anxiously.

you:"……………………"

A: Refused, which means that I am not interested in him.

B: Hesitating, indicating that I need to think about it.

C: Agreed, you've had enough of Arendt's ambiguity.