The villain young master just wants to live a Buddhist life Chapter 192

Dark was somewhat troubled as he looked at the envelope in Eudora’s hand.

It wasn’t as if he had never rejected anyone before.

But to reject a young girl in such a public setting was quite hurtful.

The senior students over there seemed to think that making such a display would provide support to their juniors, but in reality, once rejected, it would only lead to more awkwardness.

Just like the girl who was welcomed in by the boys earlier and then ran out crying, wasn’t this a public execution?

Dark actually disliked this kind of behavior.

Private matters, truly, should not be displayed in public.

Of course, if it was just about watching the drama unfold, he could watch with great relish.

But when it involved himself, the feeling was different.

People were always hypocritical.

But what needed to be rejected, still had to be rejected.

No choice.

“I’m sorry.”

But just as Dark spoke, Eudora suddenly stuffed the envelope into his hand.

Then she said forcefully, “No need to apologize! As long as you read my letter carefully, that’s all that matters!”

After speaking, she lifted her head, her eyes revealing a determination that belied her soft and delicate appearance.

Dark was slightly taken aback and didn’t open it on the spot.

Eudora didn’t rush him either.

He then said helplessly, “I’ll read it.”

Eudora bowed deeply and said, “Thank you!”

Then, the little girl with the pink bob cut lowered her head again and walked away as if fleeing.

Dark held the envelope in his hand, frowning slightly.

…

This “invitation,” which was slightly different from what was expected, attracted a lot of attention, but because Dark clearly showed his intention to refuse, it ultimately didn’t cause much of a stir.

Dark sat back down.

Doron beside him quickly regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, deeply hiding his embarrassment within himself.

But the chubby boy, Pistán, had fewer reservations.

He leaned his head over from behind Doron and whispered, “Dark, could this be a love letter?”

Dark put the envelope into his bag and frowned, “Perhaps.”

Whether it was an invitation or a love letter, it didn’t really matter.

Because the outcome would be the same.

…

“Look.”

Rose nudged Diana’s arm and pursed her lips.

Diana smiled.

He rejected her, as expected, right?

…

This seemingly interesting, but upon reflection, rather speechless event, continued.

Eudora was the first to hand Dark a letter, but definitely not the last.

Doron sat in the center seat, but could only stare blankly as Dark received more and more “dance invitations.”

It was as if all the first-year girls had conspired, coming up one after another to challenge this high-difficulty task.

Later, even the girls delivering the letters were no longer nervous, but instead, with smiles on their faces, shoved the letters into Dark’s hand.

Dark maintained a superficial smile, but his heart gradually became numb.

From the initial seriousness with which he treated Eudora, to the current swift rejections, he had truly gone through a process.

The other first-year boys, besides him, were all slumped over as if dead.

Doron asked weakly, “Hey, Dark, how many letters is this?”

Dark: “Sixteen.”

Doron: “How many are left?”

Dark: “Two.”

Doron: “…”

…

“There are eighteen first-year girls in the Noble House, so only two left, right?”

Diana performed her得意心算法 (proud mental calculation method), a sly smile on her face.

Rose also smiled.

Among this year’s Noble House students, Dark Dimon stood out alone. As long as one’s gaze accidentally fell upon him, it was difficult to look away.

He was like a black hole, absorbing all light.

Compared to him, the other boys became dim and unremarkable.

For example, a boy like Doron, who was originally considered excellent, received no attention at all.

This could only be described as the sorrow of the times, the decline of morality, the distortion of human nature…

Perhaps in a few more years, when the girls’ minds were more mature, they might finally shift their gaze away from that dazzling halo.

Rose glanced at her classmates beside her.

They had initially held some competitive spirit, but now that everyone had been rejected, they instead began to laugh and joke around.

After all, having “common interests” gave them topics to chat about.

That feeling was less like “falling in love with the same person” and more like “pursuing the same idol.”

What made Rose a little worried was Eudora, the first to confess—she seemed different?

…

Around nine o’clock, this farce gradually dispersed.

There were successes, there were failures.

There was joy, there was sorrow.

Dark, holding sixteen letters, returned to his dormitory with heavy steps.

Behind him were the dagger-like gazes of the first-year boys.

“It wasn’t this exaggerated during Halloween…”

He rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted.

Fortunately, as soon as he pushed open the door, he saw the adorable Nekomimi greeting him at the entrance.

He casually picked up Nekomimi and then saw Moo-moo napping by the balcony door, while Fox-fox was still lying on the windowsill, squinting at the world.

Nekomimi was the closest after all!

“Slurp!”

Rubbing his face vigorously against Nekomimi’s cheek, Dark absorbed enough cat nutrients and finally relaxed.

Then he summoned [Pot-pot], squeezed a cup of apple juice, and finally began to look through the sixteen letters.

First, Eudora’s letter.

He opened the pink envelope adorned with hearts and Christmas trees, pulled out the faintly fragrant letter paper, slowly unfolded the folded paper, first scanned it from top to bottom, and then read it carefully.

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I know you’ve never noticed me, even though we’re always in the same classroom, but the distance between us is like walking from the source to the end of a muddy river.

I don’t expect a single confession to receive a response, after all, we are very different.

I’m not worthy of you yet, but I will work hard to make myself better.

You are like the eternal sun in my heart, dispelling the warmth you emit even in the severe cold of winter.

One day, I will also become the warmth in your heart, nurturing your light with all the heat of my body.

I am yours.

…

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Dark: “…”

After reading this letter from beginning to end.

Dark tried hard to recall Eudora’s outward impression, but his mind only conjured up a pink bob cut.

So this child’s personality was like this?

This letter, on the surface, seemed quite ambitious, but the dangerous aura emanating from the lines was almost overflowing.

“I’m so difficult!”

He had no choice but to temporarily place Eudora’s letter in the upper left corner, then pick up the next letter and continue to examine it.

This second letter was finally a normal dance invitation, which made him slightly relieved.

Out of politeness, he should write a reply.

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