The phone call with Mrs. Zhang left Yiyi with a frosty expression for the rest of the day. Paired with the black dress provided by the school, she really did look like an ice-cold beauty when she stood in the student ballroom at Cornell University.
"Two beautiful ladies from the East, may I and my gentleman friend here have the honor of being your dance partners?" The welco party hadn’t started yet, and in front of the student ballroom doors, groups had ford human walls.
Blocking Xiao Xian and Yiyi were Australian male students speaking with an Australian accent, faces speckled with brown freckles. They were a bit older than Xiao Xian and Yiyi, in their early twenties, and dressed ticulously in tailcoats with bow ties. Perhaps Yiyi’s frosty face was too intimidating, so the man who addressed them first extended his invitation to Xiao Xian.
Such invitations occurred frequently at the entrance of the student ballroom.
According to the traditions of the Cornell University welco party, n and won enter in pairs, and at the end of the welco party, there would be a few social dances to wrap things up. Those who couldn’t dance were welco to join the final celebratory dance.
Considering the social dance component, many students began selecting their dance partners even before the welco party started.
Among the delegations attending this exchange, each consisted of three to four people, with a noticeable gender imbalance, primarily with more single male students. So when Xiao Xian and Yiyi, who were above average in height and appearance, and had Eastern features, appeared, they were imdiately surrounded.
Xiao Xian looked at the hands with brown spots extended in front of her and felt reluctant, while Yiyi didn’t even bother to give them a slightly better expression.
"Sorry, I can’t dance," Xiao Xian politely declined.
The hesitance caused a stir among the nearby European exchange students, which made the two Australian male students who had invited them feel embarrassed.
Their inviting hands remained in front of them, making the atmosphere awkward.
"Excuse , these two ladies are my dance partners," Wang Shuai stepped up, wearing a noble silk shirt, his hair slicked back, and a well-tailored suit that clung to his sturdy body, making him look even more gallant.
"Two partners at once? Even a leader can’t be so unreasonable," Wang Shuai’s gallant rescue drew even stronger resentnt. Among the exchange students, suitable female students were already scarce, and now having soone seemingly juggling two partners made it feel even more hopeless for the rest.
"I accept your invitation," Yiyi disregarded Wang Shuai’s intervention and took the hand of the boy who had invited her. The Australian male student, suddenly favored by the little beauty, smiled with delight and led Yiyi into the ballroom.
Xiao Xian didn’t have ti to stop her, she could only watch Yiyi enter the ballroom with him.
"So, will you accept my invitation, or keep waiting for your prince to appear?" Wang Shuai asked, pulling back his gaze from the entrance of the ballroom.
Her prince? Could it be?
A commotion erupted at the entrance of the ballroom.
A striking purple figure entered alongside a silver-gray shadow.
The stunning purple figure, with a graceful figure, wore a vivid purple translucent evening gown that split from the thigh down, revealing a pair of attention-grabbing long legs, with a purple agate necklace on her chest. The enchanting scene, embellished by the gemstone, was indeed a visual feast.
Compared to Aisha’s captivating beauty, the male representative from the United States exchange team beside her seed understated.
He wore a light gray tailcoat, without any excess embellishnt. Facing over a hundred eyes outside the ballroom, his smile was calm and reserved, his polite gaze brushed past everyone as if he hadn’t focused on anyone, yet it seed like he had greeted each person.
"Roster Aisha truly lives up to her na, stunningly beautiful. Unfortunately, the brightest diamond-level female exchange student in this exchange has been claid, leaving the rest of us just with thin soup," a few foreign exchange students jealously comnted.
"Really? I’ve heard that Roster Aisha is famously fickle; she can’t truly be interested in anyone. Even if it isn’t long-term, having a brief fling with her wouldn’t be too bad," remarked a few male students who considered themselves quite attractive and capable, adjusting their suits as they thought about how to strike up a conversation with Aisha in the ballroom later.
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