Blackstone Code Nove Chapter 431: The Show Goes On

Chapter 431: The Show Goes On

Honestly, Lynch was a bit surprised. He had already seen through Anna’s intentions.

For soone who had lived a long ti, held many secrets unknown to others, and witnessed life’s joys and sorrows, he could tell what she was planning just from her subtle actions.

Still, it was unexpected that she could go this far, and it made him reflect on how tough life really was for everyone.

To prove she could surpass Severella in so ways—even arranging ho delivery services—showed the pressure she had endured.

Whenever people ntioned promising, ambitious girls in their circle, Anna was always compared to Severella—and always lost.

Under those circumstances, her intense desire to defeat her rival was understandable.

Lynch smiled and extended his hand. “Hi, I’m your new roommate, Lynch.”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Ugly people’s smiles can be awkward, but Lynch was a handso, bright young man, and his smile was as pleasant as that of any beautiful girl.

“What’s so funny?” Anna looked down at her clothes, wondering if it was sothing about her. She even asked the other two girls if there was sothing wrong with her appearance.

Lynch waved his hand and explained, “Because roommate, you know, is a word often used in prison…”

Federation prisons—and those in another world—were made up of many cells, basically rooms where criminals were held.

Different places used various terms to define relationships and social status.

But where Lynch had lived, people were polite and refined—probably because only certain social classes were allowed in.

No one called each other by na; they all referred to one another as cellmate or simply roommate. After all, the people there were cultured, refined.

This was the refined way of making the best of a bad situation, and in truth, they really were friends.

Anna’s ntion of roommates and Lynch’s repeated words brought back many amusing mories, making him laugh uncontrollably.

Those bastards never expected that he’d not only survive that place but also start a whole new life.

His deanor seed to have evolved and elevated in a short ti, making him even more striking in the girls’ eyes.

Even the quiet, brown-haired girl sneaked a few extra glances as she adjusted her glasses.

“I’ve never heard that joke before,” Anna frowned and thought for a mont. “And it’s not funny.”

The poverty of international vocabulary often gave a word many anings or allowed one aning to be described by many words. Prison roommate was hardly a joke, and she couldn’t laugh. ??àΝ??В????

Besides, she ant friends who live in the sa house, which, with so context, could even imply people who live together.

“Enough of that. Take

to my room,” Lynch said.

He hadn’t brought much luggage since he’d leave early tomorrow. Staying on campus today was just a formality.

It was like a bride and groom who’d known each other since childhood, through many ups and downs, finally marrying. Though intimately familiar, the wedding night remained a ritual.

The outco didn’t matter; the process did. That was the spirit the Federation valued.

Lynch’s room was the second door on the left upstairs. Twenty-five square ters—not small, but most here found it cramped.

Inside was a bed pushed against the wall under the window, a desk facing the window, a simple bookshelf, a wardrobe at the foot of the bed, the door nearby, and a small table along the wall by the door.

The room was spotless, with a faint fragrance that only girls could produce—and not just one scent, suggesting they all helped clean.

“Are you satisfied?” Anna asked as she entered, absentmindedly rubbing her fingers—a telltale sign she hadn’t cleaned but probably supervised the other two. If she had cleaned, she wouldn’t have done that since she knew the hygiene situation well.

“You can borrow books from the library and keep them here, just return them before spring, sumr, or winter break.”

“There’s no TV in the dorm, but they installed cable lines. If you want, I can have soone bring you one,” she said, turning to Lynch. “Want a TV?”

Lynch shook his head. “No, thanks.”

This marked a clear difference. In many ordinary universities, owning a TV was a point of pride, but here, no one had ti for TV.

Even recomnded students were either socializing, in the lab, or at the library.

Studying and socializing mattered far more than watching TV—so much so that students had an environnt almost impossible to define, yet no TV.

People here generally saw watching TV as a waste of ti.

Whatever they needed from TV, they got from newspapers. If sothing wasn’t in print, their household servants recorded it for them to watch on weekends.

Having a TV in a dorm was a sign of diocrity here—no social life, no ambition.

“I’m leaving early tomorrow morning and don’t know when I’ll be back, so no need to prepare anything for .” Lynch sat on the bed, patting it. “If possible, can I get a firm bed? I can’t sleep on springy or soft beds.”

He stood up. He was used to hard beds, and the Federation people loved mattresses—probably a cultural thing.

For years, they’d used horsehair or palm fiber mattresses, then moved on to spring and foam beds. Even the president enjoyed sinking into a soft mattress every night. But Lynch couldn’t handle it.

After decades of hard beds, soft ones just gave him back pain.

“No problem, I’ll have soone handle that!” Anna agreed without hesitation. As student council president, she had the authority to swap out mattresses. “Anything else?”

Lynch shook his head. Even after returning from Nagaryll, he wouldn’t stay here long. Few teachers could teach what he needed. He might stay here occasionally to relax, but not for long.

The girl left quickly, busy as she was. Finding ti to escort Lynch back was a rare break.

Before leaving, she told him she’d reserved a spot in the dining hall for a group celebration tonight.

Anna was smart. Without Severella’s unreasonable father, she might have rivaled or even surpassed Severella.

She didn’t invite Lynch for a private dinner—it would have been too ambiguous—but used the dorm’s welco party as an excuse to invite him. Much better that way.

Whether it was her, him, or them, there weren’t many faults to find, and Lynch didn’t really want to refuse.

Without much hesitation, Lynch agreed—it was just a al after all.

After Anna left, Lynch wandered near the school and left before lunch. As soon as he stepped out the school gate, Li was already waiting by the roadside.

The mont Li saw Lynch approaching, he tossed his cigarette to the ground and quickly ca over. When they reached the car, Li opened the door for Lynch.

Inside the car, without the scorching sun, Lynch felt much better. He casually asked, “How much investnt have you raised?”

Li, sitting in the passenger seat, looked a bit awkward. “Not much—less than two million. To be exact, one million eight hundred ninety thousand.”

The number was far below what Lynch had imagined; he expected a zero at the end.

But reality hit him hard, like a train crashing into his waist, revealing a harsh truth.

People were willing to entrust him with financial accounts holding hundreds of thousands or millions to manage, but they wouldn’t hand over cash so easily.

Money in accounts always belonged to the owner no matter how it fluctuated. If Li wanted higher commissions, he had to keep those accounts profitable.

But cash, once given to Li, was no longer clearly theirs. There was no guarantee.

For those who had survived this social class without going bankrupt, causing a company’s collapse while getting rich was easy, so Li’s gains were small.

Besides a few who invested small amounts out of respect for Lynch, most remained cautious.

Lynch had expected this outco; it was a necessary step. He had to make Li understand an essential truth.

Li was a nobody, worthless to the world. Lynch was the valuable one. Li had to adjust his mindset and stop getting emotional over money that wasn’t his.

This was the reality for high-level finance workers. They might generate astronomical wealth for their employers but only earn modest commissions themselves. They had to accept it or they wouldn’t last in the industry.

Lynch nodded without comnt. “It’s okay. We still have a chance.”